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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 35: Draco's Initiation
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Lucius glanced over at Severus as they apparated into the Entrance Hall of the Dark Lord's Manor.
He had gotten into bed far later than he had initially planned, due to a stack of the most horrible essays he had ever had the misfortune of having to correct and when he had finally joined his already sleeping mates his Dark Mark had begun burning. But he quickly let his features smooth out until his Lord could see nothing other than the emotionless mask he was so famous for, before giving his friend a curt nod while knocking on the double doors of the former ballroom and entering.
Voldemort sat on his throne, but he had not expected anything else. His eyes quickly took in the frown on the snake-man's face and the way he swirled his wand in his fingers, ready to strike. He approached the man, Severus next to him, and they simultaneously fell to their knees and bowed their heads.
"My Lord, you called for us," he greeted the man and waited to be told the reason for the summoning.
"Indeed Lucius. I must say, I was not very impressed with your son's work," the Dark Lord hissed threateningly, without giving any of them the permission to stand up. "I watched him and Potter, and their conversations and meetings seemed uncomfortable."
Trying not to show his growing nervousness, Lucius let his gaze fix on the dirty floor, just listening for now; he would have to find an explanation for Draco's horrible meetings with Harry quickly, but first he needed to find out what the Dark Lord knew. Fortunately, he had always been good at thinking on his feet.
"But then Potter's mood changed, he grew sad and depressed and I decided to give your son a bit more time and not call you yet, but nearly three days ago, the boy returned to his usual happiness." The man sneered and fell silent. Lucius waited a few more seconds until he was sure that his Master wanted him to explain what was happening between Draco and Harry, before speaking up:
"My Lord, Potter is happy because he asked my son to secretly date him, and Draco agreed. I believe the boy's sadness came from the break up with his girlfriend; apparently the girl had become suspicious of the growing closeness between my son and the young hero," he drawled, relieved that the man had not been able to gather many pieces of information about his mates.
"How did Potter react to the news of your son's engagement?" The Dark Lord asked and Lucius said the only thing that would be believable in connection with the heroic Gryffindor:
"As my son knows that it will be difficult to lure the boy out while at Hogwarts, he was of the opinion that he needed a reason to invite Potter over to our Manor the next summer holidays, My Lord."
Lucius lowered his head again and closed his eyes for a moment; hopefully, their little submissive would be able to collect all the Horcruxes before the school year could be over. He felt the red eyes of his Master on him but did not move. Finally, the man drawled in a voice that was as close to content as it could get: "Your son may continue with his plan. You are dismissed."
He rose again, Severus doing the same swiftly, and with another bow, they left the ballroom again.
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Harry awoke slowly, but did not feel as comfortable and warm as usual after a night spent with his mates. He slowly grew more aware and noticed that there was no body lying behind him and frowned slightly, before forcing his eyes open.
He found Draco across from him, still sleeping peacefully, but the blonde had taken his hand like he had done the last two nights and that was why he did not feel completely cold. He sat slowly up, careful to not wake his second mate, but Draco apparently was as light a sleeper as his father and opened his blue orbs.
"Good morning," the blonde said and Harry gave him a shy smile before asking: "Where is Lucius?"
Now Draco sat up as well, his eyes wandering to the empty space behind him. "He was summoned around half past six, he should be back soon. The Dark Lord will not risk his spy' cover blown."
Feeling nervous all of a sudden, Harry bit on his bottom lip and glanced at Draco from under his bangs. This was the first time he was alone with the boy since the incident in the boy's lavatory and a rush of fear fought against the wish to scoot closer and search out comfort from his younger dominant.
"Come here, Harry," Draco said and before he could react he was pulled into the blonde's lap and two strong arms crossed over his chest. He automatically started to struggle, surprised by the sudden closeness and memories of hands wandering far too low flashed in front of his inner eye; but Draco began to purr softly and he felt his muscles relaxed despite himself. The sound his younger mate made was not quite as deep as Lucius’, but equally powerful and soothing, at least to his body, because his mind was still in a frenzy.
"Hush, Harry, I will not harm you, just hold you a little; you need it don’t you?" The words, spoken in that melodic, purring voice calmed him down even further and Harry finally gave up and lay back against Draco, still a little stiff, but it was a start.
"See, it feels good. Be a good submissive and let me be there for you, I have wanted to hold you for so long," Draco whispered, his warm breath ghosting over his skin. His heart started to flutter suddenly and he realized how much he wanted to leave their horrible past completely behind and to be a good submissive for Draco as well; his heart yearned for it.
"I… want to be a good submissive for you, too," he said, turning in Draco's lap, wrapping his arms around his mate's torso and pushing his right cheek against the blonde's chest. Draco's chest was not as broad as Lucius’, just like his shoulders, but it was equally muscled and warm and he relaxed even more. "I want you to be proud of me."
The arms tightened around him and Draco pressed a soft kiss to his mop of hair. "I already am proud of you and you are the best submissive I could wish for. Even after what I have done to you, you are still considerate of me."
Sighing, Harry closed his eyes and simply enjoyed the warmth that was seeping into him from Draco, whilst his mate held him close. For the first time he felt that his dominants truly were equal, and would become of equal importance for him. Draco and Lucius were not nearly as similar as most people believed, but they were equal in their sense of duty and in their caring, gentle nature once they had let someone into their hearts.
"What a beautiful sight," a voice suddenly spoke softly to his right and his head snapped up. His eyes landed on Lucius, who was standing as proud as ever in the doorway to their bedroom, snake cane in hand and still dressed in the heavy, black cloak of the Death Eaters.
Harry grinned happily at his mate, glad that Lucius seemed unharmed but did not leave Draco's lap, and it wasn't necessary because his first mate came over and leaned down to give him a soft kiss. He sighed against the firm, warm lips and returned the kiss. A soft, silent purr began to vibrate in his chest and when Lucius finally straightened again, Harry could do nothing more than smile a bit stupidly.
He looked up, and to his surprise he saw that Lucius had bent down to Draco as well. Draco met his father halfway and they, too, touched their lips in a quick greeting kiss. He blinked in surprise, astonished that his mates were already adapting so well to their new relationship and wondered if it still would be appropriate to call Lucius Draco's father, or if they were just Lucius and Draco now. He would ask them when a good opportunity presented itself, but right now he felt much too comfortable and happy to disturb it with such a complicated question; besides, it was likely that his mates themselves would not yet be able to answer the question. Unfortunately, he at least had to ruin the mood with another question: "What did Voldemort want? Why did he call you?"
His mates flinched at the name, but Lucius still sat down next to him and Draco and sighed.
"I am afraid you will have to hurry with your plans concerning the Dark Lord. He is getting impatient and was not pleased with the progress of your mission, Draco." Harry felt Draco stiffen but tried to keep calm and act as he was supposed to as the Head of the Order and the Leader of the Light Side.
"What do you mean?" he asked looking up at Lucius.
"He watched you during one of your dates in Hogsmeade I assume, and witnessed your animosity," Lucius gave his son a pointed look, but his face was neutral, staying blank and thus his father continued. "Fortunately he gave you a bit more time as he felt Harry's anguish during the last weeks and I was able to convince him that Harry had been sad because his beloved girlfriend broke it off with him, due to your growing closeness."
"But I am not sad anymore," Harry interjected, knowing that there was no way that Voldemort would not have picked up on the change when their bond was so open right now.
"That was the reason for my summons. Now we at least have time until the summer holidays, when Draco will invite you as his fiancé to our Manor."
Harry drew in a sharp breath and Draco stiffened even further. "You told him?" His second mate asked, and Lucius nodded.
"I told him that you asked for Harry's hand to have a reason to invite him during the summer, as it will be the most convenient time to lure him out from under Dumbledore's nose."
"It is not a bad plan and Dumbledore told me that he would be able to help me with my task soon," Harry mumbled awkwardly, and then added frustration: "Let's continue this conversation after Draco's initiation; we can't discuss anything right now anyway."
"You are right," Draco agreed and lifted him up to place him on the ground. "Classes start soon anyway."
Nodding, Harry left the bedroom to change into his school uniform, while making a mental note to ask Hermione to reschedule the meeting with the Young Order, he needed to start planning their next steps with his mates and his two best friends, and couldn't afford to lose an entire day because he could not yet tell Draco anything. He went through his mental list of things he had to take care off today and sighed in frustration as he realized that he most likely would not have enough time for everything. First, he needed to go to classes, he had Charms first and then two lessons with Dumbledore where History and Divination originally had been. After that, he would meet with the Order and discuss their training and initiate Draco. When that was done, he needed to convince his friends and mates to work together and discuss their further steps; he probably should ask Dumbledore to come to that meeting as well because the man had said he would have some information for them.
With a long sigh, he put on one of his coats and grabbed his bag. Lucius and Draco had already left; therefore he just made his way down the hallway. He met Merlin on his way, who was enjoying the sun in one of his main portraits, and quickly asked him to go to Dumbledore, and ask him if he would have time today to meet with him.
As he stepped out of his quarters he remembered that he had wanted to ask Draco for some of those pieces of silver, but had forgotten and growled silently. As good as the day had started just as annoying it was becoming right now; but at least it was still early and he had enough time to join his two best friends at breakfast and chat a bit before the stressor the day would truly begin.
Unfortunately, luck was not on his side anymore and as he was just about to reach for the double doors of the Great Hall he heard a voice calling out for him: "Harry, could I have a moment of your time?"
He grit his teeth as he recognized the high-pitched voice of Rita Skeeter, but before he could even turn around, he felt a tall dark presences slide between him and the reporter and he heard his father drawl: "If I understand our laws correctly, you are not allowed to interview minors without the permission and presence of a guardian." Turning around, he saw Severus glaring down at the smaller woman, who was not the least bit fazed by the dark man.
"But Harry already knows me," Rita smiled sweetly, her far too white teeth reflecting in the light of the torches.
"One more reason then," his dad replied sarcastically, but knowing that the annoying reporter would not leave unless he had spoken to her quickly and remembering her last article, Harry stepped in front of the Potions Master, deciding that he would give the woman one last chance:
"I already told everybody after the end of the Tri-Wizarding Tournament that Voldemort is back and gathering his old followers again," he said loud and clearly. Rita flinched just like everybody else at the name of the Dark Lord, but still pulled her quill out.
"There have already have been attacks; for example: the families of my friends and classmates recently. But luckily not everybody wants to stay as stupidly blind as the Minister."
Rita's eyes were gleaming with excitement now and she asked: "And why did no one notice that attack?"
Glancing up at his father and seeing him nod the tiniest bit, Harry told her: "Dumbledore, myself and other members of the Order of the Phoenix, were fortunately able to interfere very quickly and no one was harmed. But the houses of the victims had been cursed and partly destroyed, thus the Aurors were notified."
"Was there any evidence that You-Know-Who was behind the attacks?" Skeeter asked, and her quick quotes quill paused for a moment, waiting for a response just like its owner.
"The Dark Mark had been cast above the houses, but it will not convince those who want to believe that these attacks are only the doing of a group of former Death Eaters," Harry said with a frown.
"And what are you doing to prepare for the upcoming war, Harry?" the witch asked, but Harry would not give anything away that might help Voldemort in some way, and thus only replied: "Write a good and truthful article for once and maybe I will be willing to talk to you again sometime in the future."
He had thought that the blonde reporter would protest, but she only widened her smile and packed her quill and parchment away. "Oh, I will and I will hold you to that promise." she winked at him, piped an excited "Ciao!" and left, leaving Harry to blink after her.
"What was that?" he asked his father, for the moment forgetting that they stood in the Entrance Hall, just in front of the Great Hall where anybody could see him.
"That was the proof that the public is getting nervous and is losing their trust in the Minister. You did very well, your mates will be proud; they could not have done any better," his father whispered, a content hum in his voice. Harry grinned at him but quickly turned back to the doors behind him.
"That will hardly be worthwhile, classes start in five minutes," Severus said; just then the doubled doors opened suddenly and Ron and Hermione nearly ran into him.
"Harry, what are you doing? Why are you standing in the hallway?" Hermione gasped in surprise.
Scratching the back of his head with a subconscious gesture, he told his friends: "Ah, Rita Skeeter just intercepted me."
"Skeeter was here?" Ron asked, sounding incredulous, while Hermione was pursing her lips.
"Yeah, have you read that last article of hers? Where she promises her readers to find out if Voldemort is behind the breakout and the King's Cross attack?" His friends nodded. "Well, she clearly had meant it seriously." He told them as he was turning to the marble staircase. His father had disappeared as soon as the doors of the Great Hall had started opening and thus they were alone again.
"And what did you tell her?" Ron asked, sounding sceptical.
"I told her that Voldemort is back and that I told her that before, and I told her that there had been another attack recently and that she might get more information, but only if she writes a good article for once," he smirked and watched as Hermione lifted a surprised eyebrow. They stepped from the second landing and turned into the corridor that led down to their classroom.
"I think it will be good for us if she writes it as truthful as possible; if she does," Hermione frowned and Ron nodded.
"You can never be sure with that woman," the redhead said in a tone that left no doubt about what he thought of Skeeter.
"Somehow I think she will," Harry said, looking up he saw that Draco was standing next to their classroom door alone.
"Wait a sec," he told his friends and quickly walked over to his second mate, his ears perked just in case some of their other classmates approached. Draco had turned to him, but was regarding him with his flawless mask, giving nothing away about their true relationship.
"Draco?" He asked, and his mate drawled a "Yes," That sounded far less patronizing than usual.
"Do you have some more pieces of the silver you used during our last lesson?" Draco eyed him for a second, before giving him a single nod.
"It is white gold, but I have more of it. Why?" His mate asked, probably for his friend's benefit
"Would you give me some?" he asked, chewing on his bottom lip; it felt strange to request something so expensive from his mate, even though he knew that everything the Malfoy’s owned belonged to him as well now and that it was his right, as his own money had been moved there.
"How many?" Draco asked, glancing down the corridor.
"Three pieces if you still have so many."
Draco didn't answer but fumbled in his trouser pocket before pulling his hand out again and motioning for him to stretch his own out. Harry quickly did as told and Draco let three square pieces of white gold fall into his palm.
"Thank you," he said, suppressing the urge to smile up at his dominant.
"Nothing worth mentioning," Draco said, and after one last glance at his mate, Harry reluctantly left to return to his friends, just in time to not be seen standing with Draco by a group of arriving Slytherins.
"What did you want from Ferret face?" Ron asked as he picked his school bag up from where he had left it on the floor.
"Nothing," he answered in avoidance, not in the mood for yet another argument, especially not in an open hallway where anybody could walk in on them and witness their argument. He wouldn't warn his friends about Draco's initiation either; he would just have to deal with the fallout later. Hermione wouldn't be a problem regardless; the witch probably already expected Draco to join the Order anyway. But thinking about the meeting, he turned to her and asked: "Can you reschedule the meeting for me?"
His bushy haired friend nodded "When?" She asked, already pulling out her enchanted Galleon.
"Directly after our last class at three. Voldemort summoned Lucius this morning and I need time to speak with him and Albus after the meeting," he explained, still leaving Draco out of his explanations.
"Sure, should we stay after the meeting as well?" Hermione asked and Ron butted in: "Of course we will, we have helped Harry with everything so far!"
Harry sighed but nodded. Ron was right, they had been good friends and he didn't want to leave them out of the fight, he only hoped that the redhead would be able to get along with his second mate, at least enough to work together.
"I have rescheduled the meeting, they should notice it," Hermione said, just when the door to their charms classroom was opened by Professor Flitwick.
McGonagall already stood behind the console and he quickly made his way over to his usual desk. Hermione and Ron sat down to his left and right, but they didn't pull out any quill or parchment.
"I think you all know what to do," McGonagall ordered them simply, and the sound of shuffling feet arose as the students stood up to retrieve their Projects. Harry went to one of the cupboards as well to get his empty box.
"Here, Harry," Ron, who simply had leaned forwards and stretched his arms over the shoulders of their pushing classmates, called to him and handed him his box; sometimes it really came in handy to have such a tall friend.
"Thanks," he grinned and together they returned to their seats.
"So, what are you doing anyway? You haven't told me yet," he asked the redhead who held something that looked like a huge plate between his torso and left arm.
"I want to make a plate where food appears on," Ron grinned excitedly. Harry snorted. A plate to summon food; that was so typical of Ron.
"It might be easier if you work with a pair of items like I am," Hermione mused with a thoughtful expression. "We cannot magically produce food from nothing, but if you had a second plate to give to somebody else and the plates would only transfer it to you, that should be possible."
"Yeah, you could give one to your mom," Harry added and Ron's grin actually broadened.
"That's a good idea. What are you doing now? I mean, you are already finished, aren't you?" Ron asked.
Putting his box onto his desk and pulling the three pieces of white gold from his pocket, he told his friends: "I will make some boxes for my presents."
Ron frowned and asked: "But don't you only need two? One for your father and one for your mate?"
Thinking quickly, Harry smoothly replied: "Yeah, but I want one for me as well."
"Good idea, would be a shame to not have something for yourself," Ron replied and turned to his own box.
Harry turned to his workplace as well and stared at the silvery cubes. He wanted the boxes to reflect the connection the wands formed between him and his mates and father, but how? Maybe something symbolic? But he wasn't really good with symbols and he wasn't very creative either.
Deciding that he would start with transforming the white gold into boxes first before adding any personal touches, he swung his wand, concentrated on the image of three square boxes with green velvet cushioning the inside; he then swung his wand and pointed it at the pieces of metal.
The white gold stretched and grew, an opening appeared around the side and Harry picked one of them up to look inside. The velvet was there as well, but it was a dirty, ugly gray. Scowling, he put the box back down, opened the other two as well and imagined the green velvet again, soft and with an inlet for the wands, before swinging his wand a second time. This time he succeeded, the inlet looked just like he imagined, a bright, vivid emerald green, just like his own eyes.
But now he was faced with the problem that he still had no idea what he could add to the boxes to make them more personal. Sitting down on his chair again, he carefully glanced over to Draco, who was shaking his borrowed wand with an annoyed scowl on his face; hopefully, the wands he had created would match his mates and father better.
Concentrating back on the issue at hand, Harry looked back at the boxes. Next, to him Hermione was working on her two-way mirrors, looking rather content with herself, while Ron was just transfiguring the second plate from an old piece of parchment. Maybe his magic would help him out somehow? It had done so before, his magic had always been kind of wild.
Having no better idea, he placed one box to the side, closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings to his mates, hoping that his magic would transfer that into the silver boxes. His magic flared as he raised his wand and the feeling of warmth, love, comfort, and security coursed through him. With his eyes still closed, he pointed his wand to the boxes and let his magic flow, until he felt it retreat again, only then did he open his eyes again, and what he saw took his none existent breath away.
His magic had transformed the simple wand boxes into the most beautiful pieces of art. Two Chinese dragons and a snake were beautifully intertwined with each other, expressing the love he felt for Lucius and was beginning to feel for Draco. The dragons held the smaller snake securely between them, above their heads rose a Merlin and behind it the elegant Malfoy M, and beneath it the words: "Amor Semper Vincet."
Thinking that he would like this motive as their family crest (if his mates would agree to abandon their old one), he placed the boxes to the side and took out the third one.
As he closed his eyes this time he concentrated on the feeling of being cared for, of being protected and of the feeling of being loved by a parent, something he had not known for so long. His magic rose again, but it felt slightly different, but equally strong, and the result was equally beautiful, even though he did not understand the engraved image this time. There was the Merlin and the M again, but beneath it were no intertwined dragons, but a tree with a little bat hanging upside down on a branch. One black eye was opened and glancing down at a curled up snake that lay peacefully sleeping at the foot of the tree. A snort pulled him out of his staring.
"I always knew your father had to be a vampire, or at least an overgrown bat," Ron snickered, pointing at the box.
"Ha, ha, ha, very funny," Harry scoffed, but quickly let the other two boxes disappear, Hermione was already giving him enough strange looks lately, even without her seeing his and his mates' animagus forms.
McGonagall called for attention then and told them to start packing their projects away. After they had been dismissed, Harry followed his friends down to Herbology, where he spent two hours planting some slimy mushrooms into new pots. When they entered the Great Hall, Harry still felt slimy and dirty, even after a couple of cleaning spells and was honestly contemplating leaving his friends to take a quick shower, but before he could decide, Fred and George appeared next to him.
"Hey Harry. Lee, and Angelina would like to join our little club as well, do you think we could bring them along today?" Fred asked in a hushed voice.
"Sure, I have to initiate someone anyway," he told them, glad that Ron was occupied with filling his plate and not listening right now.
"Someone, ha?" George asked as both his and his brother's eyes flickered over to the Slytherin table.
"Exactly," Harry confirmed and after a glance of his own added: "But please keep it silent for now."
"Sure, sure, our dear little Ronnykins should not explode here," the twins grinned in unison and pat his shoulders roughly, before leaving again with a last wink.
"So, Angelina, Lee, and Draco?" Hermione asked silently.
Turning to her, Harry nodded awkwardly. "Yeah, it was what Dumbledore, Lucius, and my dad wanted to accomplish with our dates, wasn't it?"
Hermione nodded slowly, the frown back on her forehead. "You truly get along now, don't you?"
Nodding, he confirmed silently: "Yes, we do. Draco is actually okay."
"Are you two friends? I mean, you seem careful about avoiding him whenever we are with you, but I noticed that his sneer seemed forced whenever you talk to him in public."
Harry groaned inwardly, his friend was far too clever for her own good; he certainly would have to explain things during the next holidays, he didn't believe that he would be able to fool her longer than that.
"We are, sometimes he comes over after his Headboy round and we play chess or talk, he is becoming just as good a friend as his father and I really hope that Ron will be able to work with them. They are both very intelligent and will be able to help us a lot."
"Will he come to the meeting with Dumbledore and as well as your father?" Hermione asked, glancing over at Ron to make sure that their hot-headed friend was still occupied.
Picking up the goblet with blood that had just appeared in front of him, Harry nodded as he took a sip. "I want to tell HIM about… you know," he said when he had swallowed.
"I would say be careful, but the binding spell will take care of that," his friend mused and turned back to her own plate, before adding: "I will try to help you with Ron, but you really have to tell him the truth soon."
"I know, I will do that during the holidays, I told you," he reminded his friend and they changed to a less dangerous topic until the lunch break was over, after which they all three went to Transfigurations, which was once more spent with working on their project, or in his case with doing homework and fantasising about his mates. It would be such a relief if he could behave more openly with Draco around his friends. He had only seen Lucius for a short while the whole day, he was missing him, especially after the man had been away the whole night.
When the lesson was finally over he had to fight the urge to run back to his private quarters to check if his first mate might be there already. But he held himself back and instead watched Draco slipping out of the classroom while he patiently waited for his friends to finish packing their things.
As they left the room a moment later, fellow Order members were winking at him, some even waving or saying: "See you soon!"
He wanted to bang his head against the nearest wall; hopefully, a tough training session with his mates and dad would help them realize that this was not fun but war.
"You should tell them to be less obvious," Hermione sighed as they came to a halt in front of his door.
"Yeah, even Crabbe and Goyle will notice that something is up if they act like that," Ron muttered.
"I will," Harry promised, pushing his door open and his ears perking up when he heard muffled voices coming from his living room. He quickened his steps, not able to hold himself back and not waiting for his friends, who were following him with puzzled expressions, his mind only set on seeing both of his mates again.
Lucius and Draco once again sat in the armchairs; one looking more gorgeous than the other. Draco was wearing a black set of council robes as well, just like Lucius, and they both had crossed their long legs, but his first mate was sitting a bit more stiffly, while Draco had an air of leisure about him. His eyes couldn't decide whom to take in first, and as he realized that he was checking out his mates in front of his friends, especially Draco whom he had never checked out before and didn't knew if the boy would even want it, he flushed crimson red. He tried frantically to find something he could say so that his mates wouldn't notice (which they probably would do anyway), but before he could even think about something, Ron roared: "What are you doing here, Ferret face?"
His second mate turned cold eyes on his friend and sneered. "I am joining your little club, what does it look like, Weasel?"
"We don't want you here," Ron spat, turning red in anger.
"Ron, you can't just say something like that, he is..." Hermione started but was cut off by their friend: "Why not? It isn't as if Harry is good friends with him."
"Ron," Harry decided to interject at this point while trying to push his annoyance down. "Draco and I came to an understanding and he wants to join and help defeat the man who killed his mother."
"As if he would have such noble reasons, I am telling you that he just wants to take you to You-Know-Who! His mother never mattered to him, just like his father; they are not a family like mine, they are cold, calculating and see their own children as tools. All they think about is helping the Dark Lord!"
Draco was on his feet in an instant, as was Lucius. Harry had grabbed Hermione's sleeve, desperately trying to hold himself back from attacking his best friend for his insults.
"I will not stand for these insults, Mr. Weasley, neither do I believe will Harry," Lucius growled, his voice low and threatening.
Ron turned on his heels, his mouth already open, but stopped when he saw his closed off face.
"He will join, I have already discussed it with Albus and my father, what do you think all our meetings have been for?"
"I know that, but I thought you agreed that becoming friends with the Ferret is a stupid idea," Ron argued.
"Back then I did, but Draco and I have spent a lot of time together, more than you know, and we worked through our differences," he explained.
"How often did you meet? It can't have been that often," Ron huffed.
Rolling his eyes, he told him: "Almost every evening."
"What?" The redhead shouted his face growing even redder.
"Oh George, I believe we are too late," an amused voice suddenly spoke from the doorway
Turning his head quickly, Harry saw the twins enter with their friends Angelina and Lee, but he ignored them for the moment and concentrated back on the ongoing argument.
"I don't know what your problem is, Ron," Hermione said, "We will all be much safer if he joins, he won't be able to tell anything to anyone that he might hear from his father, then."
"Yes Weasel, you should listen to the Beaver," Draco drawled.
"Calling them Weasel and Beaver does not help," Harry snapped, getting increasingly annoyed and frustrated with this never ending feud between the Weasley’s and the Malfoy’s.
"Indeed," Lucius drawled, sounding patronizing enough that it was understood to be taken as an insult as well.
Hearing more Order members entering his quarters, Harry balled his fists and shouted: "Oh shut up, all of you! Ron, Draco will join and take the oath and Draco, you will stop insulting my friends. Call the Weasley and Granger if you can't use their first names, but stop that Weasel- and Beaver-shit! "
Harry glared at each of them, but they finally shut up, looks of surprise at his outburst on their faces.
"Spoken like a true leader," Fred joked behind him and waved his wand to conjure four more armchairs.
Sighing and ruffling through his already unruly hair, Harry walked over to the sofa where he flopped down. Hermione joined him, as did Ron after a moment. No one spoke a word until the group of people Harry had heard approaching entered the living room.
"What is Malfoy doing here?" Ginny who stood between Luna and Seamus asked, with a glare on her face and crossing her arms in front of her chest.
"He will be initiated, and no, I won't change my mind," Harry told her briskly and glanced over to her quickly. The girl threw him a narrow-eyed look as well, but conjured a chair and sat down without starting a second argument, and silence fell again.
Harry watched as Dean, his father, Lavender, Parvati, the Creevey-brothers and all the other Order Members entered, avoiding to look over at his mates; he felt bad for having shouted at them, a good submissive shouldn't do something like that, it was disrespectful and he had promised Draco to be a good mate only this morning.
When finally everybody was there, he stood up and his friends and year mates instantly fell silent. "Before we start the meeting three more students wish to join us," he said and motioned for Draco, Angelina and Lee to stand up.
Dean and Seamus started to whistle as the two other Gryffindor's stood, but silence quickly fell again when Draco followed swiftly; apparently some had not noticed him yet in the crowded room.
"You have all surely read about Narcissa Malfoy's murder, and Draco wants to help us defeat the man who killed his mother," Harry told them quickly before anyone could ask any questions, and to his relief the other students only nodded grimly in understanding and sympathy. He made his way over to a free spot next to his coffee table where Draco, Angelina, and Lee had gathered and pulled his wand out.
"All three of you will have to agree to a binding promise, for that I need to touch the skin above your heart with my wand. This promise will keep you from giving any secrets anyway, even under torture," he informed them.
"Sure," Angelina shrugged, obviously not feeling shy after four years of playing Quidditch together. The girl opened the upper buttons of her blouse and Harry placed his wand onto her chest. The others automatically pulled their wand and closed their eyes in concentration to support his spell, and he spoke the by now familiar phrase: "I, Harry Severus James Potter confirm you, Angelina Johnson, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix. You will hold our secrets and dedicate your life to the fight against the rising darkness."
His magic rose and he felt the connection form between him and Angelina. When he pulled his wand back again, Angelina gave him a bright smile and stepped back to make place for Lee; who simply pulled the t-shirt he was wearing off and stepped in front of him. How no one had yet picked up on the addition to his name was a mystery to Harry, but he guessed that it was like that with all things you expected to hear or see, it made you blind and deaf to changes.
When lastly Draco stepped in front of him, he could not prevent his hand from shaking a little. His mate stood tall and proud like a noble Purebloods in front of him, just like Lucius had done all those weeks ago, and just like back then, he could not keep his eyes from wandering down to the muscled chest and the pale flesh as it was slowly unveiled. His fingers twitched around his wand, but even if there hadn't been a room full of people he wouldn't have dared to touch, regardless of how much he wanted to; his shyness and insecurity was still too strong around Draco, even though his fear of the blonde had completely vanished.
He finally placed his wand onto the perfectly sculptured chest and lifted his eyes to look into ice blue ones that shone with trust and protectiveness.
"I," he said, his voice barely more than a whisper, "Harry Severus James Potter confirm you, Draco Abraxas Malfoy, as a member of the Order of the Phoenix. You will hold our secrets and dedicate your life to the fight against the rising darkness."
He held Draco's gaze as his magic once again rose and formed the first true connection between them. He felt his mate shiver at the feeling of his magic and wondered just how sensitive the blonde was. Time seemed to stretch between them and for a short moment that felt like an eternity, Harry could almost believe that they were alone in the room, but far too quickly the bond settled and he had to step away from his second mate and break the contact. He gave Draco a last, small smile, before turning back to the crowd and clearing his throat: "Now on to the main reason for our meeting," he said and sat back down again. "I am sure you all have read the article about the Death Eaters' escape."
The tension in the room suddenly grew so thick that Harry could almost feel it on his skin as his friends exchanged uneasy glances.
"Hermione asked me if I would be willing to train you, but the group is by now so large, and I still have my personal training with Dumbledore to think about, that I will not be able to train you regularly. However, Professor Snape and Professor Malfoy would be willing to help, so is Draco, he as well has had private tutelage for the last couple of years, and I would join you whenever I have enough time."
He paused to give his friends time to think about his offer and watched as they glanced rather suspiciously over to the two Professors that were present.
Slowly, low murmuring rose as they started considering the pros and cons. After about ten minutes he called them to silence again: "So, have you come to a decision?" he asked.
"Well, Professor Snape and Professor Malfoy are both Order members and both surely know a lot more about duelling than we do," Seamus said and glanced over at his friend Dean.
"But it is Snape and Malfoy we are talking about," Ron interjected. Harry rolled his eyes alongside his father and his friend Hermione.
"But Professor Malfoy is a really good teacher, he has taught us how to be animagus and he doesn't even favour the Slytherins too much," Pavati argued and Luna added: "And Mr. Malfoy and Professor Snape are really good friends of Harry."
Just when Harry believed that they would come to a decision, Ginny said:
"Have you all lost your minds? They are Death Eaters who want to spy on us, and now you even want to let them train us?"
To his relief Lucius stood up then and proposed: "I would suggest that we do a quick voting and come to a clear decision."
His father nodded as well and before anyone could object he quickly said: "If you agree to be trained by Professor Snape and Professor Malfoy please raise your hand now."
Hermione was the first to raise her hand, followed by Luna, the twins, Parvati and many more. Ron glared down at his own feet, before raising his hand as well, looking directly at him: "I am your friend and will help you, no matter what, even if I think that you are barmy right now."
Harry felt relief wash over him even though he knew that it would be short lived and that he'll probably break loose when he finally introduced Draco and Lucius as his mates.
"Then it is settled," he grinned, ignoring Ginny who was the only one who had not raised her hand in the end. "Hermione will contact you when we know where and when the first training session will take place, we will see you tomorrow in class," he told everybody.
His year mates as well as the twins and their friends stood up and slowly left his quarters again.
"Harry, this is so awesome that you have organized real training for us! We will be trained by real Death Eaters!" Collin Creevey suddenly piped up next to him, but the boy flinched when their feared Potions Professor leaned over the boy's shoulder and drawled "Ex-Death Eaters."
Harry suppressed a snickered as his fan squeaked in surprise and turned around. "Of course Professor… Ex-Death Eaters, I didn't mean to say…"
His father only sneered down at Collin before sitting down in one of the now empty chairs.
"Well, I better go," Collin said and looked around for his brother Dennis, who already stood in the doorway that led out of his living room. Harry watched the two Gryffindors go in amusement, before leaning back in the sofa. When everybody had finally left besides Ron, Hermione and Draco he took control again: "As Draco has offered to help me with the defeat of Voldemort, I think it is only fair to explain the plan we have all agreed on. He already knows a little, but not that much." He gave the others a moment to nod, which did so with the exception of Ron, who stared grimly at the fire in the hearth but didn't protest.
"Maybe one of you can explain the part with the prophecy? I don't understand the thing so well."
His father nodded and Draco asked: "So, there really is a prophecy about you and the Dark Lord?"
"Yes," Harry nodded but otherwise waited for his father to explain this part.
"A few months before Harry’s birth, Sybill Trelawney made a prophecy that the one with the power to vanquish the Dark Lord would be born at the end of July. It was a genuine prophecy, but as you know it could have stayed unfulfilled."
"But the Dark Lord set it in motion with his attack on the Potter's?" Draco mused correctly.
"Exactly," Severus continued. "It was me who overheard the first part of the prophecy, and blinded by my wish for revenge on Harry's uncle James as I was back then, I went to the Dark Lord and told him everything I had heard."
"The prophecy continues with the words ‘Either must die at the hand of the other, for neither can live while the other survives’," Lucius continued, making Draco snort.
"Yes, a prophecy is a most curious thing, it might not come true at all, or sometimes only parts of it will. However, it also speaks of a power Harry has which the Dark Lord has not. Dumbledore believes it is love, but I tend to believe it is understanding and farsightedness."
Harry sighed and continued at the expectant look of his first mate:
"I do not plan on killing Voldemort, I believe it would only continue the circle of hate and revenge, I want to force him into a peace contract."
"I suspect you have already found a way to do so?" Draco asked with a slight frown on his face.
Nodding, Harry held his hand with his signet ring up. "Voldemort has split his soul into seven pieces; that is what keeps him alive and bound to this earth."
"Horcruxes?" Draco gasped, paling.
"Yes, one was destroyed when the killing curse he was throwing at me rebounded, and I destroyed another in my second school year, that was the coldness you felt from the diary."
Draco's head suddenly snapped around to glare at his father: "You handed me a Horcrux when I was 14?"
Lucius merely glared back: "Back then we all still thought differently and I was never as sensitive to magic as you are, I did not sense anything from the diary."
"Well, I didn't think differently back then," Draco sneered, but Severus quickly interjected: "This is not important right now, let Harry continue with his story."
"Right," Draco muttered but turned back around.
When his mates’ glares had smoothed out a little, Harry continued: "Another Horcrux had attached itself to me in the form of my scar, that is the reason for my connection to him and a fourth one had been hidden inside Nagini, maybe you have noticed that she has a lightning bolt scar on her back."
Draco shook his head. "I have not examined her thoroughly yet," he drawled with a small shiver.
"Originally I planned on destroying every piece of soul except one, but Hermione pointed out that I then had to literally work with a soulless bastard if I did that; so I have been collecting his Horcruxes and sealing them inside my signet ring. Three are still missing, but once I have collected them, I plan on bribing Voldemort into a peace contract under the threat of destroying his Horcruxes. I want to try and reconnect his soul and keep only one piece for safety."
"Have you ever thought about how the public will react if you make a piece contract with the Dark Lord?" Draco asked.
Not having done that at all, Harry could only blink. "I doubt that they will be happy," his second mate added with a sneer.
"Well, they will have to live with it or kill him themselves, I will not become a murderer," Harry huffed and crossed his arms, suddenly feeling defensive.
"I can look through the files in the Ministry, maybe I will find something that can help us, but otherwise we will just have to react to whatever foolishness Fudge comes up with," Lucius mused.
"Maybe some of the Aurors of the Order will be able to help us," Ron suggested.
"We will have to see, but otherwise it is a good plan, the only one that might be able to lead to a lasting peace," Draco agreed and Harry's instincts hummed in pleasure at the praise. He grinned a bit stupidly at his mates, but the moment was quickly destroyed when Draco asked: "Do we have a lead on one of the remaining Horcruxes?"
Shaking his head, Harry told him: "Dumbledore mentioned some information he is gathering, but I guess he still needs some more time."
"Maybe you should ask him during your next training session?" Hermione suggested.
"Good idea," he replied, hoping that Dumbledore would send him a message soon.
For a moment they all fell silent, everyone deep in their own thoughts until his father suddenly stood up: "I have to return to the dungeons and brew a batch of Healing Potions for Poppy."
"Have fun," Harry smiled at his dad and waved.
"Yes, because it will be such a challenge," His father sneered and swept out of the room.
When Harry turned back to his friends and mates, he noticed that the mood had shifted in the few seconds he had looked away. Ron and Draco were stubbornly glaring at each other, while Lucius looked slightly amused and Hermione unsure, and was chewing on her bottom lip.
"What's up, guys?" he asked, looking from one person to the next.
"I believe they are fighting over who should leave," Lucius drawled and raised an eyebrow.
"Mione and I certainly won’t go, we are Harry's friends after all and not only some acquaintances, " Ron scoffed.
"And father and I are not only acquaintances, either," Draco sneered back.
Harry threw Hermione a helpless look, hoping that she would come up with an idea. He was beginning to wonder whether Draco saw a threat in Ron, even after his explanation; he couldn't think of any other explanation for their constant fighting.
"What about Ron and I go and get our homework and Draco could join us?"
"Hermione!" Ron protested, but the witch only said: "Well, if he is Harry's friend now, we should at least make an effort and get to know him."
Harry sent her a grateful smile as she stood up and left Ron no choice other than to follow her.
"We will be back in a minute'" Hermione smiled at him and dragged a still glaring Ron up to their common room.
Draco looked equally disgruntled and Harry felt a pang of guilt that they would not be able to spend some time with only the three of them. Wanting to cheer his younger mate up, he walked over and carefully sat down on his lap. Draco instantly lifted him up as he noticed what he wanted to do, and sighed silently.
"Thank you for tolerating them, and for joining the Order," he whispered and after a moment of hesitation leaned forwards and pressed a soft kiss to Draco's cheek. His mate's eyes widened the tiniest fraction and Harry could feel heat gather beneath his lips.
Happy that he had been able to surprise the blonde, he hopped from his lap again and walked over to Lucius to give him a kiss as well. "Thank you too, for always helping," he said, but pulled away quickly when he heard his front door open and his friends returning.
"Let's go to the library," he said even before his friends could reach this living room again. His mates did not look overly happy with the prospect of spending the next few hours with his friends, but stood up and followed him.
"Ah, I was just wondering if we would go into your library," Hermione smiled a little and glanced at his mate's, who stood a step behind him.
"It's the only room with a desk large enough to fit us all," Harry shrugged and went into the room.
Lucius called for Oscar and ordered the elf to bring them some drinks and the essays he still had to mark as they all settled down around the huge table.
He did not have a lot of homework left, but decided to read a bit ahead for his next Potions Lesson. He had gotten used to doing so regularly because he had a lot to catch up to in his father's class and didn't want to a shame the man. Right now no one knew that he was Professor Snape son, but he hoped that one day everybody would, maybe already at the beginning of next year; he would have to collect the Horcruxes by then anyway, now that Voldemort thought that Draco was planning on handing him over during the next summer holidays.
"Harry, do you think you have a Runes book somewhere here?" Hermione asked, pulling him from his thoughts.
"Probably, just try to summon one," he shrugged and then automatically added: "Let me see," and took her homework. He looked over the assignment quickly, it was close and everything was filled out with the exception of one space.
"You have to add a G-rune," he told his friend who was just summoning a runes book.
"How would you know?" She asked sceptically, but pulled her sheet over.
Shrugging, he answered "I just do, maybe because of the ritual," even though he knew that this knowledge came from Malfoy Manor.
"You are right," Hermione said, sounding very surprised. Harry grinned at her, but turned to Draco when the boy asked: "And how would Granger be able to read one of your books?"
Grinning sheepishly, Harry rubbed the back of his head. "Ah, right. You don't know. There is a parchment I can add names to and then the books will change to English for the people I have added."
Draco narrowed his eyes, clearly remembering the day when their mating contract had been made, but fortunately refrained from saying anything.
"I'll just add your name," Harry said hastily and stood up.
When he had returned he picked his Potions book back up and spent the next half an hour silently reading until he was interrupted once again:
"Hey Harry, can you help me with that shield?" Ron asked and held his DADA-journal up. Looking at the page, Harry nodded, it was one of the first Shields Dumbledore had taught him to use correctly.
"Sure, what is your problem with it?"
"Dunno, but it just collapses all the bloody time," Ron huffed.
He motioned for Ron to do the spell and watched as the redhead made a great circular movement with his wand. The shield appeared, but as soon as Ron lowered his wand it collapsed, just like he had said.
"You can't take your wand away. This shield is fairly powerful because it draws continuously on your magic, you must keep the connection or it will disappear," He explained and demonstrated the spell himself.
"You can direct the shield up and down and from one side to the other as long you keep the connection," he said and told Ron to try again.
He felt his mates discreetly watching him as he continued to practice with Ron. Lucius had finished his marking some time ago, and Draco had also apparently finished his work.
Finally, Ron started to pack his things and said: "Let's go to dinner, I am starving!"
"Ah, I think I will just stay here, I am not really eating anyway," Harry told his friends, who shrugged in understanding.
"Should we return after dinner?" Hermione asked, but sensing the falling mood of his mates, Harry quickly shook his head. "No, my mate will be coming by later."
"When will you finally introduce her to us?" Ron asked and pat him on the back with a wide grin.
"Um… I plan to invite my mate during Christmas break," he stuttered and tried not to nervously glance over to his mates.
"You do that, man. You know I am really envious. You are so much younger than I am and already get more action."
Harry wished the ground would open up beneath him and swallow him whole. Ron was talking as if he was the greatest womanizer in Hogwarts and his mates were hearing every word.
"Don't speak like that Ron, you make Harry's bond sound like a scandalous affair," Hermione scolded him and grabbed him by his sleeve. "Weren't you hungry?" She asked pointedly and finally got their friend to move. "Right," Ron remembered and quickly grabbed his bag, before saying "Have fun," and following Hermione out.
As soon as his friends were out, Draco stood in front of him, much closer than ever before. Harry drew in a breath, not having seen his second mate approaching. He didn't dare look up at the taller boy, who didn't seem to mind and took yet another step closer until their bodies were flush against each other.
"So, you meet up with your little girlfriend every evening? Didn't know you were such a Casanova; should I have to be jealous?" Draco purred.
Harry swallowed, the sound of his mate’s voice was sending shivers down his back and he felt completely overwhelmed. Draco had not been so teasing since their peace and he had no idea how he was supposed to react. He took a hesitant step backward, only to collide with another strong chest.
"What a naughty little submissive we have, I think we have to keep a closer eye on him," Lucius purred in an equally seductive voice. A second shiver overcame Harry as the man lowered his head and brushed soft lips against the exposed skin of his neck.
"I think you are right, Lucius," Draco drawled and lowered his face until he was able to nuzzle the other side of his neck. Harry gasped silently, his knees suddenly feeling weak and shaky. A submissive mewl left his mouth and he lifted his hands to clutch onto Draco's robes.
"I think we need to remind our mate whom he belongs to," Lucius' voice grew even deeper and Harry closed his eyes helplessly.
"Maybe we should kidnap him for this weekend. He still has not been on a complete tour of our home yet," Draco suggested suggestively.
"A good idea, we need to decide on a bedroom for us," Lucius hummed against his neck, but Harry had stopped listening a long time ago. His heart was racing in anticipation and the only thing that kept any physical reaction at bay was his overwhelming nervousness. He couldn't believe that he stood between his two dominants, their whole attention solely focussed on him. From this close, their bodies felt so warm and so strong and tall and they smelled so very good, like two fine bottles of spicy red wine, one a bit older than the other, but both exquisite. His mind was a pile of mush and he would not have been able to give an intelligent reply even if he had been asked to.
"What do you think of our idea Harry?" Draco whispered into his ear, making him finally realize that they had been speaking to him. He gave a small whimper, a sound that could mean anything and nothing and was mainly a means to prompt his dominants to decide.
"Very well, it is a date then," Lucius hummed lowly and finally stepped away from him, as did Draco.
Harry instantly started stumbling, the only thing that had been keeping him upright had been his grasp on his second mate's robes, but before he could actually tumble to the ground he was scooped up into strong arms and Lucius’ musky scent returned to his nose.
He let his head fall against his older mate's shoulder and tried to calm his racing heart.
"I think we overdid it," Draco chuckled and stretched a hand out to comb through his thick nest of hair
"Mmm, how I have dreamed of doing this," Draco hummed in a voice that suggested that he was remembering something of their past. "And it is even softer than I had imagined."
Harry still couldn't answer, but he sighed contently and pressed his head against the stroking hand, just like a cat that wanted to be petted.
"Shall we retire?" Lucius asked and Draco pulled his hand away with a nod. Harry gave a protesting sound, the touch had felt so good after months with little or no contact with his mates and he didn't want it to stop.
"I can continue petting you when we are in bed," Draco, promised him and he was carried into their bedroom, where Lucius put him down onto their bed.
It took him a moment to return from his submissive state and to his senses, and he flushed as he realized how needy he had just behaved. The blush returned to his cheeks and he hastily stood up, before mumbling "I will go and get changed", before leaving the room to get changed.
When he returned five minutes later, once again dressed in a pyjamas, a Weasley-jumper and a bathrobe, his mates had changed as well and were already lying down. He climbed in between them, but instead of lying down like he had done the previous nights, he sat there indecisively, looking from Lucius to Draco and not able to decide to whom he should be cuddling with. The thought that he would have to neglect one of them entered his mind and he started to shake; he wanted to be there for both of them, but how could he do that? How had fate even come to the conclusion that he would be able to satisfy two dominants? It seemed like an impossible task.
"Harry?" Draco asked and he turned teary eyes onto the blonde. Draco instantly scooted closer, concern on his face, as did Lucius behind him.
"What is wrong Harry, did we gone too far in the living room?" Draco asked and gently took one of his hands.
Shaking his head, Harry forced himself to tell his mates what was bothering him, even though it sounded ridiculous to his own ears. "I… don't know who I should cuddle with… I don't want to neglect one of you."
He looked down in shame, but couldn't keep himself from peeking up through his bangs quickly. His mates were exchanging a look Harry couldn't read and Lucius pulled him closer gently.
"You will not neglect one of us, see?" he hugged him to his chest like he had done so often before, and in the next moment Draco scooted closer and spooned up behind him. Two arms came to rest on his hips and Harry felt himself instantly relax.
"No need to worry," Draco whispered and pressed a light kiss to his neck.
"Sleep well, Harry," Lucius said.
"You too," Harry mumbled, but he was already half asleep, as his mind processed and was oddly relaxed with the knowledge that his two dominants would keep him warm and safe.
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The next day he awoke with a bright smile. It was finally Saturday, the day of their second date, their first real one. With the grin still in place, he sat up in one quick motion and jostled his mates from their peaceful slumber.
"Harry?" Lucius asked and guilt rose inside of Harry as he saw silver eyes scanning their room in concern.
"It's nothing, I am just so excited!" He grinned and turned to hug his older mate. Lucius relaxed against him and started to comb through his unruly locks. He started to purr at the affectionate touch and leaned against his older mate’s strong body.
"And why are you so excited?" Draco suddenly grumbled and pulled him out from his blissful state.
Blinking at the unusual sound in his younger mate's voice, Harry turned to look at Draco, who had propped himself up on one elbow and was scowling at him.
"Because today is our date!" He declared brightly, but Draco only continued to scowl at him.
"We will not leave for a few hours, and some of us would appreciate some more sleep," Draco huffed and Harry watched in confusion as his mate lay back down and turned around.
Not knowing if he should feel hurt at the dismissive words spoken by Draco, he turned back to Lucius, but only grew even more confused when he saw the man chuckling.
"Draco never was an early riser, but he worked himself hard since he was little to match the diligent picture of a Malfoy, at least during the week. If you want to make him happy then go over to him and lay next to him until he wakes up."
Blinking even more, Harry was wondering if Lucius was telling a joke, but when he looked at Draco's blonde head that was sticking out from under the boy's comforter, he realized that it was the truth. Giggling, he crawled to the edge of the bed and stood up, before walking over to Draco's side.
"You mean I should cuddle with him until he wakes up?" He asked teasingly, earning himself a scowl from Lucius.
"Malfoy's do not cuddle," his mate declared as dignified as ever; how those two could still insist on that rule, Harry had no idea. Shrugging, he lifted Draco's blanket carefully and crawled beneath it before snuggling against Draco's chest.
"You know, that is so cute!" He declared, before lying down again as well.
Lucius didn't even grace his command with a reaction and merely rose as well. "I still have some work to do before I can start in our weekend, so I will be going to my office."
Harry's face instantly fell; he had hoped they could spend this whole day together. Lucius, who must have seen his expression, came over and sat down next to him. "If I finish my work now, we will have the whole weekend for each other; besides, Draco deserves some alone-time with you as well. We are all soulmates, but we are also still individuals."
Understanding what Lucius wanted him to realize, he nodded and motioned for his older mate to bend down for a quick kiss, before saying: "Just… hurry, okay? I really want to see Draco's room and more of the Manor."
"I will, I promise love," Lucius said and stood up again.
Harry watched him leaving their bedroom but snuggled deeper under the blanket like he was used to, as soon as Lucius was out of sight.
He must have fallen asleep again as well because the next thing he noticed was long fingers sliding through his hair. Humming contently, he blinked his eyes open. Draco had propped up next to him and was looking down at him with a gentle smile on his face.
"You stayed with me," his mate whispered and leaned down to brush his lips against his forehead. Blushing, Harry nodded but didn't know what to say in reply; luckily Draco spoke up again.
"Thank you, I always dreamed of waking up with you in my arms."
"But we have woken up together for the past few days," Harry said with a small frown, but Draco shook his head: "Last night was the first time you slept in my arms, and you were not there when I woke up earlier, but you stayed with me after all. We should get up now as father should be finished now."
Nodding, Harry sat up, pushed the heavy comforter to the side and climbed out of bed to get ready.
"I will go to the other bathroom," he said and with one last smile at Draco, he left.
As he entered Gryffindor's room, he saw a new robe lying on the bed, Oscar must have bought it for his date, but he ignored it in favour of the last traditional robe that still hung in his cupboard. Opening the cupboard doors, he pulled the black robe out, hoping that Draco would finally like this one, or he would be at a loss of what to try next.
Sighing, he went into the bathroom and quickly pulled off his bathrobe, his Weasley-jumper and his PJ’s, before dressing in what started looking more and more like one of his father's old robes as he buttoned the many black buttons up. When he was finished, he stepped in front of the room-high mirror, only to realize that the robe did indeed look like one of his father's, only the silver under cloak was missing. Pulling at the tight, high collar, he wondered how his father could wear these kinds of clothes every day, but keeping his goal in mind, he decided to bear with it and left the quarters again.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped into the living room, hoping against all hope that he would finally get a positive reaction from his younger mate, but the blonde only rose with his father, who was scowling at his robe.
"We thought, we could have a small breakfast at our manor and discuss what you would like to see today," Lucius said and stretched a hand out to him, even though he was still slightly scowling. Harry felt uneasy as he walked over; maybe he should just change into his new robe before they left, but Draco had already made his way over to the fireplace and was calling out: "Malfoy Manor, conservatory!"
Lucius pushed him softly in the direction of the fireplace and he quickly took some floo powder as well and followed Draco into the hearth.
The sight that greeted him as he stumbled out at the other end of the fireplace was breathtaking. He had landed in a middle sized room, with a small fountain in the middle of it. All kinds of roses were planted in beds or formed beautiful archways, while bushes were cut into the forms of magical creatures. He saw a unicorn, a dragon and even a Griffin to his right.
Draco suddenly appeared next to him and he started a bit, not having noticed him standing there. "I didn't know that you had a conservatory," he breathed without taking his eyes from the beautiful sight.
"We have a conservatory," Lucius' voice sounded from behind him and a moment later his other mate had joined him as well.
"That is the private conservatory, only family members, and very close friends are allowed in here and you can only reach it from the red salon," Draco explained and offered him an arm, which Harry took without hesitation. Lucius placed a hand at the small of his back and he was led over to a small coffee table that was surrounded by a couch and two armchairs.
"Does that mean we have more than one winter garden?" He asked and let go of Draco's arm to sit down.
"There also is a conservatory for official balls, it is much bigger, of course," Lucius told him and sat down to his left, while Draco chose one of the armchairs across from him. Goblets appeared on the table silently and his older mate handed him one. The blood smelt delicious, fresh and full of magic.
"What kind of blood is this? I have never smelled it before," he asked and took a small sip, it tasted even better than he had imagined and he let out a loud sigh.
"Its dragon blood," Draco answered him with an eyebrow raised in amusement.
Blushing, because his two mates were still watching him, Harry took another sip, before placing his goblet down again and asking: "So… um… do you have any plans for today?"
To his disappointment, his mates shook their heads and Draco said: "We already know this manor; today you can decide what you wish to see."
"But I don't even know what there is, so how can I decide?" He protested.
"Are there not any kind of rooms or places you are interested in? I can assure you, we have everything you can imagine somewhere in or around our manor," Lucius told him.
Looking around and out of the glass walls that were surrounding him and opening the view to more gardens, he tried to find an answer to his mates’ requests. What he was truly interested in were the rooms and places his mates liked the most. Not the most occupied rooms, because that could also be a hated office, but their favourite places. But why couldn't that be his answer? He did not know any particular rooms besides the few he had seen on their last visit and it would be an answer as good as any. Making up his mind, he looked up again with a bright grin and declared: "I want you to show me your favourite places; they must be the most beautiful!"
He watched his mates exchange a look quickly before Draco rose and said: "Then we should start with the stables."
"You can ride? But it's a Muggle sport," Harry wondered but rose as well. His mates merely snorted at his words and waited for him to follow them. They lead him over to a nearly invisible door that led out onto a small, white pebble path.
"I would propose we apparate, or it will be a long walk," Lucius hummed and held his arm out in offering. Thinking that he seriously needed a map to learn the outline of his future home, Harry grabbed the arm and he was once more pulled along.
When he opened his eyes again, he stood in front of a huge, white marble building; snorting, Harry wondered which ancestor of his mate had concluded that horses needed a marble-home as well. When he finally pulled his eyes from the impressive building, he noticed that his mates were already going inside and hastily followed them. The inside of the stable was just as impressive as the outside. The doors of the horse stables were made of a light wood and behind each one stood a beautiful, white horse. They were huge and strong looking, but with a grace that spoke of their noble breeding.
"The horses are Lucius' passion," Draco told him and walked over to one of the animals to stroke its nose. "He had taken over the task of breeding when he was only 16 years old. I for my part prefer riding them."
Harry didn't know what to reply, he was so overwhelmed, not only to realize everything he now possessed but also by how much he still didn't know about Lucius. Even so, they had been a couple for nearly six months by now. But he truly shouldn't be surprised, it was only logical that a man with as many different occupations as Lucius would have equally interesting hobbies.
"Do you two have your own horses?" He asked and began to walk down the gangway, studying each horse he passed.
"We have," Lucius said. "My horse is Xerxes and Draco's is Dementor."
Reading the silver plates on the doors, Harry searched for the two stallions. He found Xerxes first, but Dementor's box was right next to it. Both horses were even stronger looking than the others, with perfectly white fur and attentive eyes and they snorted as he stepped closer.
"I thought Dementor would be black," he mused as he looked at the white stallion and pet it carefully. Dementor threw his head up at first, but then quickly calmed down.
"He was as a foal," Lucius explained. "It is normal for white horses to be born black or brown, but he was black-furred for such a long time, that we thought he would stay that way."
"And you kept a foal that didn't match the standard?" Harry asked cheekily and earned himself two glares from his mates.
"We are not that superficial," Draco sniffed and Lucius added: "And these are magical creatures, not normal horses. Some foals bond to a human and it is said to bring bad fortune if you refuse the bond."
"So Dementor chose Draco?" Harry asked and turned questioningly to the mentioned stallion.
"Indeed. Dementor refused to be born, that is often a sign that a horse wishes to have a bonded master. I was quite helpless with what to do until I took Draco with me to the stables one day. He was only two years old, but Dementor was born on the same night."
"We even have another foal right now that refuses to be born, even though it has been due since half a year ago," Draco continued and Harry quickly followed him as his mate made his way over to a large box at the very end of the stable.
"The mother is Ester, but I am not sure who the foal's father is," Lucius mused as he walked closely behind Harry.
Having arrived at the box, Harry looked inside and searched for the horse. He found the mare lying to the left, looking as if she would burst anytime. She seemed to be sleeping, but as soon as his eyes had landed on her, she looked up and straight into his eyes. Her eyes were a clear light blue and they seemed to look straight into his soul. For a long moment, he held her gaze, until it grew too intense and he had to look down.
"Harry? Would you like to ride out with us? We could show you more of the grounds that way," Lucius asked from somewhere behind him, ending the strange moment. He quickly cleared his throat; apparently, his mates had not seen the strange exchange. Clearing his throat again, he turned around and nodded with a wide grin. He had never sat on a horse before, but he was sure that it would be a great experience.
"Who will I ride with?" He asked and looked from Lucius to Draco and back again.
"With me," Lucius declared with an arrogant smirk. "With Draco, you might be afraid that you will fall down at the smallest obstacle."
"Don't make him think that I am a bad rider!" Draco huffed and gave his father a glare. Lucius merely snapped his fingers and called a house elf. The creature appeared and he ordered it: "Prepare Dementor and Xerxes for an outing. Our mate will join us."
"Diddy will make ready," the elf answered in a high pitched voice and bowed deeply before disappearing again.
"Let us go outside and wait there for the horses," Lucius added and turned to leave the stable again. Harry quickly took the arm Draco was offering him and followed his mate outside. It truly wasn't bad too waiting outside. The morning was clear and even though it was freezing cold, he couldn't feel it anyway. As he was came level with Lucius, the man laid his arm around him as well and he sighed in bliss. This was like a dream come true. He had never dreamed about much, but for the last few weeks he had always dreamed about his two dominants standing by his side and holding him lovingly, and now Draco and Lucius were doing just that. Leaning against Draco, he pulled Lucius closer, while his gaze wandered over the wide grounds that were spread out in front of him. Behind him lay the many gardens, but the landscape just in front of him was open and free, only bordered by an old forest to his left.
"I… could never have dreamed of more…" He mused, not quite sure if he was talking to himself or to his mates.
"I can believe as much… your home life was awful and so...pitiful…" Draco sniffed, but the comment only made Harry snicker. "That's not what I meant. I meant being here, with you two, with my own little family."
A rhythmic sound made him turn his head around and he saw Xerxes and Dementor being guided out by the small house elf. He watched Draco take the reins of the right horse before following Lucius to the left one. His older mate showed him where to place a foot in the stirrup and after he had done so, grabbed him by the hips and helped him up. The horse seemed much taller now that he sat on its back. Harry almost grew dizzy as it moved. Normally he was not afraid of height, but the fact that it was not a lifeless broom, but a living being he was sitting on with its own mind, was somehow making his stomach feel queasy. He tried not to picture images of Xerxes suddenly starting to run and to buck and throwing him off. A movement behind him made him aware of Lucius and he relaxed slightly as his mate hugged him softly against his strong chest. Harry grabbed the mane in front of him and closed his eyes as Lucius gave his horse a light nudge and the stallion started moving.
"Scared, Potter?" he suddenly heard Draco's voice to his left, and feeling as if he was just experiencing déjà vu, he opened his eyes and glared at his younger mate. "You wish," he mocked, but Draco only lifted one of his elegant eyebrows.
"Just relax; I would never let you fall. And even if it were to happen, Draco would be right there to catch you," Lucius promised, just when the horse’s gait changed into a light trot. He tried to take the advice to heart and let his muscles relax, and as he did so the feeling of being tossed about by the horse vanished and he started to feel more at ease. After another minute he even lifted his head from where he had been staring at his hand that was holding the mane tightly and looked around. Draco was still riding beside him and looking just as relaxed as Lucius' body felt behind him. As far as he could tell, Draco seemed no worse at riding than his father and the blonde was definitely looking stunning. His eyes travelled over those elegant hands that were holding the reins, and over the strong but lean figure, and suddenly he realized that he had never touched his second mate up until now. As soon as the thought had appeared in his head the desire followed. His fingers suddenly itched and he wondered if Draco's skin would feel just as soft and warm as Lucius'. Would it taste different? Would his younger mate's muscles form a different pattern under his skin? So many questions but at the same time he could feel that he still was too shy to act on his desire. It was just like it had been with Lucius in the beginning; the wish was there but his bravery was still missing.
"Harry?" Draco suddenly asked and Harry blinked once as he realized that he had spaced out while staring at his second mate.
"I know I am gorgeous, but we didn't need to ride out for you to stare at my body," his mate smirked and Harry quickly turned his head to hide his blush.
"Be careful with your teasing my son or our little submissive will be too ashamed to approach us," Lucius hummed and added: "I hope you know that you can always stare at us as much as you like and touch us as well."
Did he know that? Harry wasn't sure. He and Draco had not set the boundaries of their relationship yet; he still didn't know what his younger mate expected of him. Glancing backward, he saw that Lucius looked as if he knew what was going on in his head, but somehow he had the feeling that his older mate would not interfere in his relationship with Draco. It would probably be better that way, he and his younger mate needed to work their way through this phase of their relationship on their own. Lucius and he had done so already, but sometimes he still wished for a bit of help. Why was he still so unsure around Draco? He had forgiven the younger blonde and held no ill feelings against him anymore, but still the fear to do something wrong and reverse their relationship to what it had been before Draco's confession, was too strong.
Shaking his head determinedly, he concentrated on the landscape that was slowly flying by. They had left the stable far behind already and were now riding across a wide meadow. The wind was picking up around them and growing colder with every passing minute as if it would start to snow soon. To his left he saw the first outskirts of the dark forest from the ground and he wondered how far their land stretched. It still did not come naturally to him to think of all this surrounding them as his as well. Sure, he never had been poor, despite what his mates and many other people had assumed, but he had never imagined becoming the owner of such splendour.
"Shall we go a bit faster?" Lucius suddenly asked and before Harry could respond, Xerxes jumped and then started running. With a yelp, he quickly grabbed the mane of the horse harder and tightened his legs around its body. Behind him, Draco shouted something he could not hear as the wind was whooshing in his ears. A strong arm sneaked around his waist and in the next moment he was moving with Lucius on the horse. Lucius' movement felt so natural, as if the man was dancing and not riding, light and relaxed; it didn't seem to be an effort for his older mate to keep sitting on his horse and more as if the aristocrat truly belonged on the strong back.
To his left Draco appeared, driving his horse mercilessly to catch up with them, a concentrated look on his face, and suddenly Harry understood why Draco said riding was not his passion, even though he was good at it, because now he saw that the sport did not come as naturally to his younger mate; he did not look as free and relaxed as he had seen him look on a broom so many times before. Draco still had to think as he was directing Dementor, while Lucius' eyes were shining with a wild passion behind him. And suddenly laughter bubbled up in his chest as he watched this moment between father and son, between his two mates and he realized that they were showing him a part of their daily life right now. The race seemed so natural as if they had done it many times before and now he was a part of it as well. A rush of happiness coursed through his body and a huge grin stretched his lips until it nearly hurt.
An old and partly collapsed piece of wall grew larger in the distance and for a split second, Harry thought Lucius was planning on jumping over it and closed his eyes, but instead he felt the horse turn sharply and they were racing back to the stables. Draco was by now a good distance behind them, but the determined expression had not faded.
His fear had completely faded by now and he was inwardly cheering for Lucius and Xerxes, but only because that would mean he would win as well. The stable came into view again and he threw another look over his shoulder, only to realize that Draco had caught up. Dementors snout was now at the same level with Xerxes' shoulder blade.
"Faster Xerxes! Faster!" He shouted and even let go with one hand to pat the horse's neck.
"Don't worry, we will win!" Lucius shouted above the roaring of the wind, giving Xerxes another nudge, the stallion picked up his speed even more and the stable came closer so rapidly now that Harry wondered if they would be able to come to a halt in time. As his sharp eyes were able to see the small cracks in the fine marble he closed his eyes again.
He was pushed against the strong neck of the horse as Lucius pulled on the reins and Xerxes came to an abrupt stop. Gasping, Harry opened his eyes again, his heart still racing. To his right, Draco came to a halt as well, just in front of the wooden gate of the stable.
"See, I told you Draco would lose," Lucius drawled behind him without seemingly bothering about the filthy glare his son was giving him.
Lucius had slid from the horse and was now holding out a hand for him, which he took, before clumsily climbing from the stallion as well. Draco had dismounted Dementor and a silent pop was heard.
"Is Diddy to put horses back?" The elf that had made the two horses ready earlier asked, and Harry watched his mates nod and give the small creature the reins before both offered him their arms at the same time. Thinking that Lucius had apparated him so many times today already, he took Draco's arm this time, who announced, "Then let's go to our personal Quidditch pitch," before he was whisked away once more.
The Quidditch pitch he landed on was much larger than the one at Hogwarts. It reminded him of a Roman Amphitheatre with the seats that were arranged in a rising circle, and made of the same marble as the manor and the stable had been. The left goal posts were golden, while the ones to his right were shining silver and the grass beneath his feet was neatly trimmed.
"Fudge tried to persuade father to allow the Quidditch World Cup to be held here, but he of course refused. It would have been detrimental to our wards and security," Draco drawled and Harry easily picked up on the pride in his mate's voice.
"It would have been impressive," Harry mused, but then added with a smirk "But I would have been really annoyed if I had to go to your manor back then."
"It's almost a pity, I would have liked to see the Weasel's faces," Draco hummed and offered him his arm again.
Harry only rolled his eyes at the insulting name the blonde was still using for his best friend and his family, but took the offered arm and stretched a hand out for Lucius.
"The stadium can fit about 100 000 visitors," Lucius continued to explain as they strolled aimlessly over the soft grass. "But why one of my ancestors had thought it necessary to build such a huge Quidditch pitch on our grounds I will never understand," the older blonde added.
"Because it is more impressive of course, and it’s just more fun to play in a stadium this size," Draco huffed and Harry quickly suppressed a snicker; it didn't take a genius to guess that the Quidditch pitch was one of Draco's favourite places and not Lucius', but he could easily share his mate's excitement. The pitch was breathtaking, beautiful and most certainly more than impressive. The silver and gold goal posts and the white marble reflected the weak winter sun, making everything around them seem much brighter.
His mates came to a halt exactly in the middle of the pitch and he looked up into the gray sky, only to see a single snowflake falling down slowly. A second snowflake joined the first one and then a third, and letting go of Lucius, he caught them in his hand and said: "Look, it's starting to snow."
His mates merely wrinkled their noses at his announcement and Draco drawled: "What a pity, I had hoped that we could fly for a bit."
Harry sighed at his snobbish mate, well the father was no better than the son in that regard and shook his head lightly.
"I propose we continue our tour inside," Lucius said with an annoyed look at the snowflakes and Draco asked: "The owlery?"
"Yes," Lucius confirmed and in the next instant, Harry was whisked away again, only to find himself in a circular room, very much like the Hogwarts owlery, only that it looked much cleaner and instead of owls, fierce looking falcons sat on the many marble roof beams.
A loud, familiar screech was heard from somewhere above him and Harry quickly ducked as he felt the wind move his hair, and in the next moment a huge, majestic looking bird swooped down and landed on Lucius’ outstretched arm.
"This is Octavian, you should already be familiar with him," His older mate introduced him to the horrible bird that had delivered his mate's presents to him in the summer holidays.
"Um…" he said weakly and glanced at the falcon that was scowling down at him as if remembering their last encounter as well.
"Octavian is the first falcon father bred and the most vicious one," Draco scowled while Lucius was still petting the bird's feathers; apparently his younger mate had never gotten along with the beast either. Somehow this reassured Harry; at least the bird didn't only hate him.
"Our family have been breeding these silver falcons for over five hundred years," Lucius told him, unimpressed by Draco's remark. "If you ever need a second bird, just tell me"
"Er… I think Justitius is enough for now," Harry quickly declined and stepped a bit further away as the falcon gave a loud screech.
"I see, my hobby impresses you as much as Draco," Lucius remarked and Harry hastily looked down at his feet, feeling mortified and ashamed that he could not be more enthusiastic about his older mate's hobby.
"Do you have another hobby as well?" He asked Draco, hoping that the question would distract from the fact that he was taking a second step backwards.
"Yes, I have, shall we go to my quarters?" Draco asked with a glance at Octavian, and Harry quickly nodded, before asking Lucius "Are you coming as well?"
"Yes," the blonde answered. "I will follow shortly.
When Harry opened his eyes again, he was standing in a wide, bright room. One wall was made entirely from glass, letting the cool winter sun in. A sofa stood to one side and the only other piece of furniture was a huge, crystal grand piano. Draco led him over to the instrument and motioned for him to sit down before slipping in next to him.
Somehow, Harry didn't know what to say; he had never imagined that his younger mate would be the musical type, but Draco was opening the lid, stretching his fingers a few times and in the next moment the most beautiful music he had ever heard reached his ears. It was a slow, tender waltz, sounding like a frail music box in the beginning, but it quickly grew stronger and even though he had heard many classical pieces while living at the Dursley's, it sounded like nothing he had ever heard. The pace of the music picked up a bit and he closed his eyes. Colours and patterns appeared in front of his inner eye, forming a beautiful picture.
He barely felt the warm hand landing on his shoulder as he lost himself in the music that was now growing into a wild storm, almost covering the main motive of the soft waltz that was still playing softly in the background. The storm calmed down, only breaking through now and then until the soft sound was back again and changing to a more happy, almost eager and anticipating tune.
When the music stopped, it felt as if it had broken off somewhere in the middle and Harry felt very disappointed. Opening his eyes, he scowled at Draco and asked: "Why are you not continuing?"
Draco only smirked and as he turned his head to give Lucius a questioning glance as well, he saw the same expression there as well.
"My son has been writing this piece for years and I always wondered what it was about," his older mate chuckled.
Feeling even more confused, Harry turned back to Draco, who shrugged and said: "I cannot continue, because it is not yet finished, and I think it never will be."
Harry's eyes widened as he slowly understood what his mate was hinting at. "You mean, you wrote this piece of music?" He questioned and Draco nodded.
"The piece's title is ‘Harry’."
Harry's eyes widened in disbelief: "You are writing a piece about me?" He asked and then hastily commanded: "Play it again."
Draco gave him an amused look, but turned back to the keyboard and started again. This time as Harry listened, he tried to remember the things Draco had written down in his diary and to imagine their many encounters from his mate's point of view, and as amazing as it was, he was quickly able to find some of those encounters in the music. Many he could only wonder about because they had most likely been of no importance to him back then, so he didn't remember them, but it was still amazing.
A small tear ran down his cheek as Draco reached the point of his own death, his rebirth and his fury and desperation afterward. But that also was the point when the music grew softer again as Draco had worked his slow realization into the tune, and finally it quieted down again after his mate's confession.
Harry had grabbed Lucius' hand somewhere along the way and was holding onto his older mate as if the man was the only thing keeping him from fainting, and that was exactly how he felt.
When the music ended for the second time he was shaking all over and unable to look Draco in the eyes, who had turned to him and was now looking worried.
"Harry… I think I shouldn't have… let me play something more light-hearted to cheer you up," his younger mate said in a concerned tone of voice, and Lucius sat down next to him. He climbed into the man's lap as a melody filled the room. Lucius pulled him against his strong chest and he leaned back and closed his eyes again. The same colours he had already seen before filled his vision again; this time they were forming flowers in front of his inner eye and within minutes his sadness had disappeared.
"Would you like to give it a try as well?" Draco asked when he had played the last note of the piece and looked at him expectantly.
Flushing, Harry started to fidget in Lucius' lap. It had looked like so easy when Draco had been playing, but he was clumsy, and talent in the art of music or anything were related to grace for that matter.
"Just come over and I will explain it to you," Draco encouraged him and after another doubtful glance at Lucius, he carefully scooted onto Draco's lap.
"From here to here is called an octave," Draco told him and pressed every key once. The colours rose in front of Harry's inner eyes again, and as his mate started to play a second octave they grew lighter but stayed the same otherwise.
Hesitatingly, he put his hands on the keyboard, barely managing to spread his fingers wide enough and closed his eyes. He tried to recall the picture of that little piece of music Draco had just played and as the colours reappeared he pressed the matching keys and started carefully playing. It was a bit slower than Draco's version, but as he continued to play he grew more content and picked up his pace. The sound filled his ears and the colours in his view made a beautiful picture. First carefully, then more confidently he added other colours, lighter ones, without even realizing that he was adding a second voice to the piece.
"Harry, why have you never told us that you can play the piano?" Draco asked almost accusingly when he had finally stopped playing.
"But I can't" he objected. "It's just… because you showed me how to play it… you showed me all the colours… otherwise, I would have no idea how to play it."
"But I showed you no colours," Draco said and gave him a confused look.
"Harry, could it be that you are capable of synaesthesia?" Lucius asked and motioned for Draco to scoot to the left so that he could reach the keyboard as well. Harry watched all of this, feeling even more confused by the second.
"What colour is this?" Lucius asked and pressed a key.
"A very dark red, almost brown," he answered without any problem.
"And this?" his older mate asked, pressing a different key.
"A light red. It's the same, only the shade is different."
Lucius nodded to himself, as confirming a theory. "This is most interesting, the notes I played were the same, only the octave was different. This is truly amazing. I guess you will have no problems with entertaining our guests at parties after all," Lucius smirked and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.
Harry blushed, still not understanding what his mates had just found out about him. Shrugging it off, for now, he instead questioned: "So, what is this room exactly, a kind of music room?"
"This is part of my private quarters," Draco said and sat him back down.
"We are in your room?" Harry asked excitedly and ignored how his younger mate wrinkled his nose at the word room. Instead, he looked around until he found a door that was painted in the same white of the walls and made his way over. The door led into a bedroom, with a huge four poster bed that had silver hangings and light blue sheets. The floor was covered with a dark wood, a bookshelf stood in one corner and two more doors led into other rooms, one probably to a walk-in-closet. There was also a glass door opening onto a balcony. Somehow this room seemed lighter than Lucius'. It was less cramped and the walls were a lighter colour as well, all in all, he had to admit that he liked this room very much.
"This is beautiful," he said after a moment of looking around. Walking over to the bookshelf, he pulled one of the books out, only to experience his second déjà vu that day as he found a second row of slim novels hidden behind them, just like they had been in Lucius’ office.
Grinning to himself, he pulled one of the novels out, only to blink stupidly at the cover. It showed a colourful picture of… well, he couldn't quite say whether it was a girl or a boy. The teen was flat-chested, had a slim waist and short, brown hair, but its eyes were huge and bright, its cheeks rosy, just like its lips and the lashes long. The boy or girl also wore something that looked like a short, black dress with spaghetti straps which was made from a fabric so thin and see-through, that it couldn't cover the small, rosy nipples and small panties. Somehow, it all looked very feminine, but then again, Draco had tried to convince himself that he preferred girls.
He was about to open the book when suddenly Draco appeared next to him and took the book from his fingers.
"I believe that this is a book not yet appropriate for you," his younger mate said with a blank face that looked somewhat forced, and Harry got the feeling that Draco was trying to hide something, although he could not say what his mate was trying to hide exactly. But not wanting to argue, he just gave Draco a small glare and went over to Lucius, who had sat down on the bed. The older vampire stretched his arms out invitingly as he approached and said: Now after you have found not only mine, but also Draco's hidden fantasies , would you mind finally explaining to me why you refuse wearing the robes I have given you, for these last days?"
"Er…" Harry said stupidly, suddenly panicked and trying to quickly turn around, but before he was able to do so Lucius had already grabbed his right wrist with a quick movement and was pulling him onto the bed. He landed face down and had to push around, only to find that Draco now lay on his other side, blocking the way out of the bed. He felt slightly caged in as the two blondes bent over him, their heads propped up on one hand and identical smirks on their faces, while he lay on his back like a helpless beetle.
"You know, love, we have all this time to wait for an answer, it's the weekend after all," Lucius hummed in a voice that sounded even deeper and more seductive than usual. Harry swallowed, but when he didn't answer the man added: "I perfectly understand that you admire Dumbledore and your father, but to copy their attire…this black robe doesn't suit you."
A wave of anger, annoyance, and hurt suddenly rose inside Harry and clenching the sheets to his left and right, he snapped: "Well, you don't have to like it, it's for Draco!"
His mates blinked back at him, looking taken aback and very confused for Malfoy’s.
"Why are you wearing these depressing robes for me? And what is it with those you wore the last couple of days?" Draco asked, gesturing at his attire.
"I tried to find an outfit you would like on me," Harry snapped and glared even fiercer, but his mates continued to look at him with the same baffled expressions.
"Harry, this does not make a lot of sense," Lucius drawled, but he could see the uncertainty in the older aristocrat's eyes.
"Well, it was Draco who said that my previous robes wouldn't suit me and that I look unmanly in them!" Harry shot back and turned his face to the side, refusing to look at either of them as mortification joined his anger and confusion. However, he heard Lucius sigh long and exasperatedly, and for a long moment he had the feeling that his dominants were holding a silent conversation above him; but he refused to care, at least, until warm fingers touched the side of his face carefully and he was forced to look up again. Draco was looking down at him and his blue eyes were swirling with emotions. "Harry, you realize that I was still trying to deny my attraction to you when I told you that?"
"I know that," Harry huffed and rolled his eyes.
"Then you should also realize that nothing I told you back then was meant earnestly."
"You mean?" Harry asked, trying to catch up with what his younger dominant was telling him. Draco had emphasized so often that he had not found him attractive, that the thought had never occurred to Harry that it could have been a lie. Suddenly feeling embarrassed, he looked away again. He should have known; Draco had done everything he could to convince himself that he hadn't been attracted to him. Oh he had been so stupid!
Draco's delicious scent grew stronger as the boy laid partly down on him and started to nuzzle his neck.
"You were making me crazy, with those tiny shorts, exposing your beautiful, perfectly rounded backside and those patches of free skin… so fair and soft looking… your legs, so endless in those boots and I will not even start describing your delicate waist and your long neck, which I only wanted to sink my teeth into…I still want it..." Draco whispered, his hot breath tickling Harry's ear and he felt the heat rise in his cheeks. A warm, wet tongue slid over his carotid and his heartbeat quickened as he waited for the Draco's fangs to sink into him. He shut his eyes together, but nothing came; instead, he felt his younger mate move away again until the boy was just lying next to him again. Opening his eyes, he blinked into lust filled eyes.
"You are so beautiful… so attractive…" Draco whispered and gave his lips a quick kiss, making him blush even more.
"So… you like me as I am?" Harry asked and he could feel his eyes shine with happiness.
"Of course," Draco sniffed. Still smiling, Harry cuddled up to his younger mate and for a few minutes they just lay on Draco's bed, enjoying each other’s company.
Harry's eyes had already started drooping, so relaxed did he feel in between the two noblemen, when he remembered a question that had plagued him for some time now, and they fluttered open again.
He bit down on his bottom lip because he was not sure if he should ask or if his question would just sound stupid or strange, but when Lucius asked, "What is it?" he quickly made his mind up.
"Um... Lucius, Draco?" He asked, earning himself two raised eyebrows; his mates were just so alike sometimes.
"Yes, love?" Lucius asked and stroked his head once.
"So… what are you two to each other? Are you still father and son, or now just Lucius and Draco? I mean… if I were to ask Draco 'Where is your father?' would that still be alright?"
His mates exchanged a look and finally, Lucius spoke up, "Draco and I actually talked about it and we believe that we will one day be at the point where we are only mates, but it is quite some time into the future. We have been father and son for many years and old habits die hard."
Draco nodded and added, "We will tell you when we have reached that point, but we are not there yet."
"It's fine," Harry smiled, he could understand his two dominants; their lives had changed quite a lot as well and going from father and son to mates while sharing one submissive had to be a huge step and probably not an easy one. Truth to be told, he was already very proud of how well they had all settled into their new relationship, after all that had happened in the distant and more recent past.
"It's okay," he smiled, not noticing that he had started purring.
"I am afraid we have to return to Hogwarts now," Lucius suddenly announced and sat up.
Harry sighed; he wished they could stay for a little bit longer, but he also knew that his father was probably already waiting impatiently to hear about his date. So nodding he sat up, and when Draco had risen from the bed, he also climbed out and waited for Lucius to do the same.
They had come without any winter cloaks or any luggage, so there was nothing to prolong their stay and Draco led them to his personal fireplace in his living room. From what Harry was able to see in the few seconds he spent into the room, it was just as elegant as the vampire's bedroom.
When said mate had floo’ed ahead, he also grabbed some powder, called out his destination and left for Hogwarts.
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