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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47211 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Shiloe looked around and sighed. “Now, THIS looks familiar…” He turned to look behind him and smiled at Harry. “Ah, there you are. Dreaming again, are we?” He asked genially, heading for his host.
Harry shrugged. “I guess so.” He replied. “You look different.”
Shiloe was taller now, and had long hair falling down his back, the same raven-black as Harry’s, but with thin streaks of crimson woven through. He was more muscular, and his features more angular. He held himself much the same way Tom Riddle had when he had emerged from his diary two years ago, but Shiloe didn’t make Harry quite as nervous as Tom had, due to the friendly smile he wore.
‘He’s definitely Slytherin in LOOKS, if nothing else.’ Harry decided.
Shiloe chuckled and slung an arm around his shoulders. “Yeah, this is MY physical form. I may have to use your body, but this is how I envision myself to look. Well, then. I have a favor to ask you. One of my anchors wants another child. He already has one, but he wants a second.”
Harry paled and pulled himself away from Shiloe. “No! I don’t want to get PREGNANT at this age! You’re mad!”
Shiloe snorted and waved a hand in dismissal. “I know that; we aren’t nearly old enough to carry a baby to term yet. But he is willing to carry it, to provide for it in all ways and to raise the baby himself. He is only asking for one thing from you: Permission to donate your seed to give him one child at this time.” Shiloe finished. “He is yearning for a child. He dropped his Occlumency shields for me to feel how badly he desires this. The craving is real.” He added in a whisper.
Harry bit his lip. “Is this someone I know?”
“Yes.” Shiloe said softly after a small hesitation.
“Is it someone I like?”
Shiloe sighed. “Not even a little. But he has changed, albeit not by too much.” He admitted.
Harry grimaced. “Am I going to hate most of the anchors?” He asked.
Shiloe thought for a second. “Um… Yes, I think so. So far, at least.”
“Lovely. Well, I suppose if you think he’s good for his word and doesn’t have any plans he’s not telling us about, you can go ahead, but I want to know who it is once he is sure he’s pregnant. I promise not to fight with him or stress him out. I just want to meet the first person to have a child from my body.”
Shiloe sighed in relief. “I will discuss it with him and tell you what he decides. Thank you. Your approval, even with the terms you’ve set forth, will mean so much to him. This is something he desires with all of his heart, and to finally attain it will no doubt make him very happy.”
Harry shrugged. “I just hope he doesn’t expect me to act as the father. I’m not ready for that.”
Shiloe smiled. “When the time comes for my child to be born, I will be happy to take up that mantle myself. I will not make you raise a child while you should still be one yourself. All parties involved know that I cannot be there all the time until our schooling is complete, so I will help you here and we will excel in our classes, getting flawless marks on our N.E.W.T.s and graduating with Draco and Hermione, standing proudly at the top of our class.” He finished confidently.
Harry chuckled nervously. “I think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself there. I don’t think I’m exactly top-of-my-class material.”
“You will be, with my help.” Shiloe said firmly.
Harry frowned. “If you say so.”
Shiloe grinned. “Now, how do you feel about the Runes project? You do know that if you and Draco come in here, the three of us might be able to converse just like you and I are now, without you being in a dream-state? How do you feel about that?”
Harry stared at Shiloe, wide-eyed. “Shite, I didn’t think about that. That’ll be so weird.”
“Well, since it’s a MENTAL HEALING ritual, he does need to be in your head, and I’m always here, so…” Shiloe shrugged. “No helping it.”
Harry chuckled. “No, I guess not.” He agreed. “Do you know him well?”
Shiloe flushed. “Um, you COULD say that.” He hedged.
Harry paled. “No.” He whispered.
“Yes?” Shiloe ventured.
“Oh, MERLIN, that’s wrong on SO many levels!” Harry shouted.
Shiloe scowled. “Oh, so I’m not allowed to sleep with him, though I need to in order to stay healthy, but it’s alright for you to work with him? I don’t see the fairness in that, Mr. Gryffindor.” Shiloe sneered, crossing his arms over his chest.
“I think I’m going to be sick.” Harry deadpanned.
“Yes, well, do it over there.” Shiloe said, pointing to the corner of the “room” they were in.
Harry chuckled despite himself.
*****
Harry ignored most of Dumbledore’s welcoming speech, instead listening to Shiloe as he made fun of Ron’s enthusiasm over all things Viktor Krum.
He fought to keep a smile off his face as Shiloe moaned lowly and mimicked Ron’s voice. ‘Oh, I wonder if he’d take me to bed and sign my arse!’
Harry snickered at that, causing a few heads to turn as Neville, Ron and Hermione looked at him. He flushed and lowered his head, concentrating on the food that had just appeared.
Shiloe sighed. ‘I’m bored.’
‘Then go to sleep.’ Harry thought back.
‘Bored and tired are not the same.’ Shiloe drawled, sounding very Malfoy-like.
Harry rolled his eyes and continued eating, ignoring Shiloe’s newest sarcastic jab at Ron. (‘Viktor and Ronald sitting in a tree, S-N-O-G-G-I-N-G…’)
*****
“That rune needs to go HERE, Granger, or I’ll be stuck in his head forever! Honestly, I’d rather DIE.” Draco snapped, pointing at the paper they were bent over as Harry studied the parchment he was brainstorming on to create a suitable Bindrune.
Harry had been handed the easiest part of the project, in deference to his not having taken the first year of Ancient Runes.
“Oh, then YOU draw it, if you’re so much smarter!” Hermione huffed.
Draco sighed and pulled the paper toward himself. “I will, then.” He said haughtily.
Hermione got up and walked over to sit next to Harry. “How is it going?” She asked, looking at the paper.
Harry sighed. “Alright, I guess.”
“How many runes have you picked out so far, and which ones?” She asked with interest.
“Tir, for protection, and either Ing or Isa for sealing, I think. Other than that, I know I need one for mental healing, or maybe just HEALING, and one to let in or trust another person. I still need one more…” Harry sighed. “This is much harder than thinking up bad things that could happen to me.”
Hermione smiled viciously. “Good. That’s a sign that you’re learning. Laziness can rot the brain as quickly as too much television can, after all.”
“Too much WHAT, now?” Draco asked from across the room.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and called back, “It’s a Muggle thing, you wouldn’t WANT to understand.”
“Too right you are.” Draco muttered in disgust.
Harry snickered as Hermione grinned at him. “Now, how about one for cooperation? You have to work WITH him, after all, once he’s inside. Mannaz should work nicely, I think. And if you plan to use Ing for sealing--OR you COULD use Othel--either would be easy to include with Mannaz. It would provide a framework to draw the box around, enclosing the whole Bindrune as one.”
Harry smiled brightly. “Thanks, Mione, you’re BRILLIANT!” He gushed, writing furiously.
‘She really is, though, isn’t she? I LIKE her.’ Shiloe declared smugly.
Harry dropped his quill in shock at Shiloe’s abrupt announcement.
Hadn’t he HATED Hermione before the school year began?
*****
“I’ll NEVER get the hang of it.” Harry sighed, rubbing his hands over his weary face.
“You WILL.” Rowena snapped, turning furious eyes on him. “If only because you MUST.” She set her hands firmly on her hips and her glare became icy. “I know you have the capacity in you, because Shiloe has already managed the transformation. If HE can do it, YOU can at least do this part and learn to brew the potion.” She finished.
Harry bowed his head. “Yes, Professor Ravenclaw.” He mumbled, chastened.
“Again.” She snapped, then picked her book back up and continued reading as she paced, her feet slapping out a soothing cadence for Harry to use as a focal point.
Harry sighed and closed his eyes again.
Meditating was harder than it looked.
*****
“And you REALLY won’t tell me?” Harry pleaded with Neville, since Shiloe was occupied with things other than watching Harry’s day. “I already know about Mal-Draco.” He amended. “I promise I won’t freak out.”
“I can’t, Harry. I promised Shi that I’d wait for him to tell you in his own time. Besides that, I have a feeling you’d Avada Kedavra the messenger.” Neville finished softly.
Harry sighed heavily. “That bad, huh?”
Neville shook his head. “No, it’s not… Well… Yeah.” He finished sadly.
“Am I going to like ANY of them?!” Harry huffed.
“You like me.” Neville pointed out. “And Sirius.”
Harry shrugged. “I don’t like Draco.”
Neville sighed. “I think only one is any better. Possibly two, but the others… I’m sorry, but you won’t be happy.” He finished.
Sirius rolled his eyes. “Honestly, Harry, it’s not like you have to sleep with us, or anything, so why does it really matter?” He asked.
Harry paled. “Did YOU… Sleep with him?” He asked in a whisper.
Sirius blushed. “Well, I—There WERE extenuating circumstances, and—It’s complicated!” He defended himself—Badly.
Harry felt his face flame, and hid it in his hands. “Great, you’ve seen me naked. This is humiliating.”
Neville laid a hand on Harry’s leg. “Would it help if I told you I’ve liked you for a long time, now? YOU, not Shiloe.”
Harry chuckled a little, raising his head. “Not much. No offence, Neville, but I don’t think I like guys in that way.”
“Have you ever tried KISSING a guy?” Neville asked.
“Well, no.” Harry admitted. Before the year had begun, he had never kissed ANYONE.
Neville shrugged. “Then how can you be sure?” He asked patiently.
Harry thought for a second. “I… SUPPOSE I really can’t.” He allowed.
“You could find out now, if you wanted.” Neville said, very quietly. “I’m more than willing to let you use me as the test. If you wanted. No one but Sirius needs to know. And you KNOW I’d never push for more, Harry. I’m your FRIEND. I care for you too much for that.” His face was burning fiercely, but if this wasn’t a worthy use of his Gryffindor courage, Neville didn’t know what WAS.
Harry looked at Neville in shock, then at Sirius. He dropped his eyes to his hands, fidgeting in his lap. He was chewing his lip in thought. “All right.” He finally said. “Let’s do this, then.” He turned to face Neville.
Neville beamed at him. “Fair warning first, no matter if you like it or not, I’m pretty sure I WILL. Sorry if that bothers you, but I can’t help it.” He said with a faint blush still coloring his cheeks.
Harry shrugged. “I’ll live, either way.” He decided.
Neville gently framed Harry’s face in his hands and leaned in. “Close your eyes, and just relax. It won’t hurt at all.” He assured Harry.
Harry closed his eyes and nearly jumped when Neville’s lips descended on his. They were warm, slightly moist, though not grossly so, and—Oh, Merlin, they were parting!
Harry took a deep breath through his nose and allowed Neville to ease his lips open and slip his tongue into Harry’s mouth.
Neville sighed happily into the kiss, and felt Harry relax and begin to join in. He mentally cheered, glad that he was finally getting a kiss from Harry—The REAL Harry, not a being formed of Harry’s magic, however much he had grown to love Shiloe notwithstanding.
Harry broke the kiss after a few more long moments. “Um.” He said, embarrassed by his heavy breathing and the firmness in his trousers. “All right, maybe I like guys AND girls.” He admitted. “But I definitely like girls MORE. No hard feelings?”
“SOMETHING’S hard, but it’s not my emotions toward you, no.” Neville said casually, shrugging.
Harry’s jaw dropped. “Did you just make a blatant sexual pun?” He asked, just to be sure. After all, this was NEVILLE, not Draco Malfoy, who would be more expected to drop sexual innuendo into every conversation, Harry had discovered.
Neville smiled shyly. “Yeah. Does it bother you? I can stop, if you’d like.” He offered.
“No, it’s fine. Just—Unexpected, is all.” Harry stammered.
The door opened, and Harry flushed as Ron stuck his head in. “Harry, Nev, the carriages are leaving soon! Come on!”
Sirius grinned. “Ooohhhh, get me something from Zonko’s, Harry!” He said with glee.
Harry grinned. “Alright.” He agreed, getting up and following Ron as they headed for the carriages that would take them to Hogsmeade.

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