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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 36: A Christmas Mating
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Harry was sitting with Ron and Hermione in the Great Hall, watching them eating their dinner. Three days had passed since Draco's initiation into the Order and their romantic date, and scheduled for this evening was the first training session for the Young Order.
"I wrote mum and invited her to Privet Drive for Christmas and she is completely thrilled," Ron just told him.
"Then your family will come?" Harry asked, taking a sip from his goblet with blood and tried to not glance over at his mates. The last days had been great; he, Lucius and Draco had spent as much time together as possible, and since their day at Malfoy Manor, he and Draco had grown much closer. He still felt a bit unsure around his second mate, but that was mainly due to still not knowing him as well as Lucius. They had done nothing more than cuddling on the sofa during the day or cuddling in bed during the night, but instead talked a lot, played some chess and had done homework together; it reminded him a lot of the beginning of his relationship with Lucius and he was glad that things were progressing so well.
"You can bet on that!" Ron said, in answer to his question.
He quickly concentrated back on his friends; Hermione was growing suspicious enough, even without him spacing out because he was staring at Draco and Lucius Malfoy like some lovesick puppy.
"Have you already floo-called Sirius and invited him and Remus?" Hermione asked.
"No, but I wanted to do that before the others arrive," he told her.
"Then we had better get going, they will be there in 15 minutes at most," she said and stood up, taking her school bag."
"But I am not finished yet," Ron protested, but Hermione only shot back: "This is your third portion; you won’t die of hunger before breakfast tomorrow."
Ron huffed but stood up as well and they left the Great Hall together. As he left, he felt his mates' gazes on him but tried to ignore it, even though it was difficult.
Once in his living room, Harry placed his school bag to the side and went over to his fireplace. He took a handful of Floo Powder from the box on the mantel piece and threw it into the flames, before shouting "Number 12 Grimmauld Place," and putting his head into the hearth.
To his relief, his godfather was not making out with his former Professor today, but simply reading next to the other man.
"Sirius!" he called and snickered when the two men flinched and dropped their books.
"Prongslet!" his godfather exclaimed and jumped up from the sofa, a second later he crouched down in front of him and asked: "How are you? How is school going? Is Malfoy still behaving well?"
Harry shook his head at Sirius but answered all his questions. "I am fine, school is going well and Lucius is still a great Professor, even though I am not learning much currently as we are practicing Shield Charms and Offense Hexes, which Albus has already covered quite thoroughly."
"That's good to hear. So, have you just called out of boredom?"
Harry shook his head. "No, I want to invite you and Remus for Christmas. The Weasley’s, Hermione, dad, the Malfoy’s and I are going to celebrate at Privet Drive and I thought you might like to get out of the house for a few days and come as well."
Sirius face brightened. "Of course we will come," he grinned and turned to Remus "Am I right, Remi?"
"If Harry has enough space for us all, Lupin replied with a smile and a nod.
"I have. We renovated the house, remember?" Harry replied.
"Then it's a deal. But did you say the Malfoy’s are coming? Even the little one?"
Harry blushed, glad that his godfather was not able to see it and said: "The little one isn't so little anymore."
His godfather made a face, but Lupin scolded him "Padfoot, we talked about this, you better behave," and Sirius sighed in defeat. "Well, if those blondes are coming, it is even more of a reason for me to be there." the man grinned and winked.
"Then we will see you in six weeks at the latest, but I have to go now, today is the first training lesson for the new Order Members," Harry told the animagus and waved in Remus' direction.
"Have fun, pup," His godfather said and he pulled his head out of the hearth again, only to be greeted by a shock wave of noises. Turning around in confusion, he found his living room full of his friends from Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hufflepuff.
"They didn't know where to go to," whispered Hermione next to him and Harry could have banged his head against the wall for his forgetfulness; he had not given them any orders about where they would actually train.
"Hey guys, I am glad that you are all here. We will go to the fifth floor now and there Professor Snape, Professor Lucius and Draco will be waiting for us in the Room of Requirements," he greeted the group and went ahead when they freed a small passage for him.
"The Room of what?" Lee asked as they left his quarters and went down the hallway in the direction of the Great Staircase.
"The Room of Requirements," he explained. "It is a room that can transform into any room you might need."
"Fred," said George suddenly behind him. "I think we stumbled across that room once. Do you remember the night in our forth year after we had snuck down to the kitchen and Filch nearly caught us?"
"You mean that old broom closet that suddenly appeared out of nowhere?" Fred replied with a grin.
"Yeah," his twin brother nodded, but Harry blocked them out as they had reached the fifth floor and he now was looking for any signs of the room. Dumbledore had mentioned the Portrait of Barnabas the Barmy and after a moment of searching, he indeed found a wooden door where the portrait usually hung.
Behind him, the other students had fallen silent and were now looking nervously at each other, as they only now felt the reality that they would be trained by three Slytherins, but he simply knocked and waited for an invitation.
"Come in," the smooth voice of his first mate called; he pushed the wooden door open and stepped in first. Lucius, Draco and his father all stood in the middle of a huge, nearly bare room. Light wood covered the floor and the walls were lined with practice dummies, one for each student.
Harry joined his mates and greeted them with a happy smile, while the others formed a circle around them. When all the students were staring at them, he turned to face them, and Lucius took control of the lesson: "Good evening and welcome to your first practice lesson. Today we will assess how well you have mastered the spells you should have learned in the past four years."
Harry could have snorted at the arrogant smirk on both of his mates' faces but refrained from doing so; it probably would not sit well with the others.
"For the test, you will use the dummies behind you. They are an exact copy of those the Ministry uses for their Aurors training. The test will take about half an hour, after which we will reset the dummies and they will start to only request those spells from you that your skills were lacking in. Please choose a dummy and begin."
"So, do you want me to help or practice as well?" Harry asked and turned to look at the three older vampires.
"I doubt you need any practice in this area," his father said with a raised eyebrow.
"Then I will go and see if anyone needs help with a spell," he mused and glanced over the other students. He didn't feel quite as odd anymore in his role as Head of the Order, he had started getting used to giving people older than himself orders, but it still felt kind of odd with his year mates. It wasn't like with Professor McGonagall and Kingsley with whom he have never had more than a friendly but professional relationship with. He went to class with most of the gathered students and he had celebrated Quidditch victories or birthday parties with many.
His mates and father gave him a nod and he left the group to watch his friends practice with the dummies. He himself had never practice with such a device, Dumbledore preferred to train him in combat situations. But that, of course, wasn't possible with so many people and the dummies did a good job. They almost looked like stuffed rag or material dolls, the only difference was that they had something that looked like a wand in one hand and also that the name of the spell they practiced and was supposed to shoot at them, appeared in bright red letters on their chests.
Hermione did a very good job, her spells were always precise, but Harry noticed that she sometimes lacked power. Ron was more powerful but had already forgotten some of the curses they had learned over the years or was just pronouncing them incorrectly or made a mistake with his wand movements. That seemed to be the problem most of his fellow students had. He suspected that some of them might never have learned the spell correctly in the first place and once the lecture in class had been over, they had never wasted a second thought on them. It was almost frightening to see how little some had learned in DADA the last couple of years. Neville surprisingly remembered all the spells and did the wand movements correctly, but his nervousness that often made him stutter was a huge problem of his, and the presence of Draco and Snape did not help either. The boy continuously turned around to check if either of the Slytherin's were near and whenever they did come closer, he started to shake so badly that he even dropped his wand sometimes. But at least Neville's fear of Draco seemed to have slightly lessened since their weekend at Privet Drive, but with Severus, it was still bad. For a split second Harry thought about telling the other Gryffindor that the man was his father, maybe that would help a little, but he dismissed the idea quickly; he couldn't tell them something so personal without discussing it with his father first.
He continued his rounds and watched Luna for a few minutes, who was practicing just as dreamily as she did everything else as well, but her spells were good. After about half an hour the dummies started to turn off and his mates and father went to the students to charm them for the second round of practice.
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The next few weeks went by in a blur. Many Professors had decided to write additional tests in preparation for the OWLs that would conclude the Fifth Year. Draco had been even more busy with his duties as Headboy and Lucius sometimes got lost between the stacks of essays and tests he had to correct and often Harry only saw them in class, when other people were there as well and they could not really interact with each other, or when they stumbled tiredly into bed.
Neither his relationship with Draco, nor with Lucius had developed any further in those weeks, but whenever their eyes met Harry could clearly see that not only he was starting to suffer from the situation. Often he could feel his mates’ gazes on him, and they felt hungry like never before, even Lucius had never seemed so on edge as he had been lately. They all wished to complete their bond and the inability to do so was slowly driving them all insane, but at the same time, they wished to give their relationship the time and respect it deserved, a rushed shared meal was not an option, especially as it would be the first time Harry would share blood with Draco.
Time had flown by so quickly, that Harry had been shocked when Ron had asked him if he had already packed his trunk for the holidays the evening before. He of course had forgotten completely, so that was what he was doing right now. Harry had agreed with his mates that he would floo ahead to Privet Drive with his friends, as Lucius and Draco still had to do some Christmas shopping and he truly wanted to spend some time with his friends as well, he had seen them even less in the last six weeks than his mates, because with Lucius and Draco he at least shared a bed every evening (with the exception of one night each week which he spent with his dad).
Ron and Hermione would return to the Burrow in the evening to help Mr. and Mrs. Weasley pack all the presents and food they wanted to bring along for the feast, and he would have a whole day to himself and his mates, but before that he would bake Christmas cookies with his friends. He couldn't even remember how this plan had come about, but one evening Ron had told Hermione that every good woman should be able to cook and bake. Of course, Hermione had instantly exploded, but had to admit that cooking and baking was indeed something she had no knowledge of. In the end, Harry had proposed that they could all bake some cookies for Christmas together, this way Hermione would learn something new and Ron hopefully realize that cooking was not a mere woman's job.
Standing up, he took the basket from his cupboard that contained a whole arrangement of different kinds of blood, carefully hidden by his dad in red wine bottles, and cast a charm to keep them from breaking, before placing them into his trunk as well. He wanted to use their baking marathon to make some of the Blood Drops. That was why he had asked Severus to give him the recipe and prepare the ingredients so that they would not draw too much suspicion from his friends. Hopefully, he would find some nice spices that would give the sweets a wintery touch when they went shopping, he was optimistic.
Having secured the bottles in his trunk, he once again walked over to his closet and retrieved the three wands in their silver boxes. Smiling proudly, he opened one of them and stared at the elegant wand that lay in the perfect fitting inlet of the green velvet. He was rarely proud of himself, but whenever he took a look at those three wands and felt the magic humming inside of them, he felt his chest swell with pride. After he had put the wands safely into a side pocket of his trunk, he picked the robes and jumpers up he would take along and placed them on top of it all. Content with the result, he closed his trunk and called "Oscar!"
His elf appeared instantly and bowed deeply. "What can Oscar do for Master Harry?" the elf requested and waited for his order.
"Could you take this trunk to Privet Drive? There are some bottles inside which I will need in the kitchen later and when you are finished you can go to my friends, Ron and Hermione, and ask if you can take their trunks as well…. Ah, and, go to Lucius and Draco as well, but hide their trunks in my bedroom, so that my friends won't see them." He told Oscar, who bowed again before leaving with his trunk.
Hermione would probably be angry with him if she ever witnessed how much he had gotten used to giving Oscar orders, but in his opinion, he did nothing wrong as long as he was polite and friendly to his servant.
He went into his living room, his two familiars following him excitedly and picked up ‘Quidditch, a History’, while Justitius attached himself to his right sleeve and Nagini already curled around his body to not accidentally be forgotten later. After ten minutes he heard his friends enter his quarters and had to place the book to the side again.
"Ready?" Ron grinned.
Just like himself, his friend had already exchanged his school robes for one of his warm Weasley-jumpers. The redhead probably did not look quite as odd, because Harry had simply exchanged his button down and waistcoat for one of his jumpers and was still wearing his usual shorts, tights and boots, but this way he would at least neither insult Molly, nor Lucius and that was what mattered the most.
"I am ready," he grinned back and stood up to walk over to his fireplace, where he proceeded to take a handful of Floo Powder, tossed it into the flames, and called "Number 4, Privet Drive," and stepped into the hearth to be swirled away with Nagini and his little bat. He stumbled out of the fireplace at the other end and was first met with the sight of his three ghostly relatives sitting on one of the new couches and pointedly ignoring him.
Oscar had already decorated the house beautifully, and a huge Christmas tree was emanating a soft, golden light in one corner. The windows were decorated with shining stars and light chains and he could see mistletoe hanging in the doorway that led to the hall.
"Wow, your house elf is really awesome," Ron said as he stepped out of the fireplace behind him, quickly followed by Hermione who threw their friend a disapproving look at his words. "You should tell that to Oscar," she huffed, but luckily let the topic drop with a sigh. "But he is right; Oscar did decorate your house beautifully."
"Yeah," he agreed and then changed the topic, "I think we should go shopping now or it will be too late for baking as it will take a while."
"Sure," his friends nodded, but Petunia who obviously had listened in on their conversation, suddenly screeched: "You will not destroy my kitchen with your freakish friends!"
"Have you ever tried to simply turn on the telly to distract them?" Hermione whispered with a glance over at the three ghosts.
"No, but it's worth a try," he whispered back and walked over to the coffee table, picked the remote up and turned the telly on, which started to show a Christmas Music Show.
To his relief, his aunt turned to the show after another filthy glare at him and he quickly had his friends to follow him out before Petunia could change get her mind and start screaming at him again.
At the door he came to a halt and looked down at Nagini, who was still curled tightly around him: "So girl, you have to let go of me now, I need to go shopping with my friends."
"Can I go hunting? The sheep in that meadow are really tasty," the snake asked and unfurled from around him.
"You better wait for another hour or so until it has gotten dark outside," he told his familiar, who scowled but obediently slithered up the staircase to most likely take a nap in his room.
"Let's go then," he said and opened the front door.
"Yeah, I am really curious about that Muggle shop, I only know the markets mum always goes to," Ron grinned excitedly.
Harry led the way from the house and turned right while trying not to smile too widely as he remembered the two times he had gone shopping with Lucius.
"What do we need for the cookies?" Hermione asked, stopping his musing before it could even start.
"Not a lot, I thought we could bake cinnamon stars. We will need eggs, powdered sugar, cinnamon of course, and ground almonds. I also need some oranges, and cloves," he told her.
"What's the other stuff for?" Ron asked curiously and fell into step with them.
"I want to make a winter edition of those bonbons my father always makes for me."
"Do you want to give them to your dad and mate?" Hermione asked with a soft smile on her lips.
"Yeah, I thought it would be nice," he smiled back.
"Will your mate be here for Christmas Eve?" Ron asked with a wide grin.
"Probably not," Harry answered, thinking that he would leave that shock for one of the other days during the holiday; he wanted to spend Christmas Eve in peace.
"And, what does she looks like?" His friend asked, his grin broadening, but before he could say anything, Hermione had already interjected: "I could also imagine Harry with a male mate; he so small and young, somehow I think it would match better than a girlfriend."
Harry had almost forgotten that Hermione had promised to prepare Ron for the show, but now he gave her a thankful smile, while Ron only looked incredulous.
"Harry, a submissive, is that what do you mean?"
"Yes, why not?" Hermione asked with a shrug. "He would finally have somebody who takes care of him, don't you think after all the things he has gone through it would be nice? To know that someone is there to protect and care for him? "
Ron's face distorted into a grimace: "Mione, you have read too many sappy romance novels. Besides, Harry is the boy-who-lives, he doesn't need anybody to take care of him, and he’s not that weak."
"But he is still only a human being… or magical creature," Hermione continued, correcting herself.
Harry meanwhile could only shake his head; in some matters Ron was just as thick as a wall of bricks. Hopefully, he wouldn't disappoint his friend too much when the truth came out in a few days.
"I know that he is a normal boy," Ron said, "And that is why he has a girlfriend. Normal boys like girls with nice…" He caught himself before continuing with a flush "anyway… normal boys are not… you know…"
"Gay?" Hermione questioned with a raised eyebrow, while Harry wished to be anywhere but in front of a Muggle grocery shop while they were discussing his sexuality.
"Don't say the word, it is improper," Ron hissed.
"I thought wizards were not prejudiced against homosexuality… something about not being able to choose one's soulmate and male creatures that can carry babies," he interjected.
Ron seemed irritated for a moment and blinked at him, but then he sighed. "We aren't. It's OKAY if you are a creature or have found your soulmate who is, unfortunately, the same sex, but we are talking about you! And there is just no way that you could be anything other than…"
"Ronald Weasley," Hermione snapped when he paused meaningfully. "Don't you dare say NORMAL now!"
"Fine, I won't say it," Ron grumbled. "But you have to admit that the thought of Harry having a male mate is just hilarious."
"Let's just end the conversation, we are here anyway and muggles are not very open minded in this area," Harry stopped the discussion and came to a halt in front of the grocery shop. His friends nodded; Ron in clear relief and Hermione with a frown.
"This is a muggle market, right? Looks funny," Ron said and eyed the shop curiously. "There is no handle on the door," he commented.
Smirking, Harry walked ahead until the optical sensors were able to sense him and waited for the door to open. Ron actually took a step back in surprise and asked: "How can they do that if they don’t have magic?"
"They use cameras," Hermione answered unhelpfully and followed him inside.
Ron looked hesitant for a moment, but then quickly followed as well, his eyes huge as saucers
"This is really awesome! So many different things in one place. Don't they have separate shops for candies and vegetables and meat?"
"Sometimes they have, but those you usually find in shopping centres," Harry told him and grabbed a trolley.
"Spices are over there," he said and pointed in the right direction. Hermione went ahead and into the aisle, asking: "What was it you needed. Cinnamon and cloves?"
"Yes," he confirmed and Hermione took two small boxes from the shelf. Next, they came to the fruits and vegetables and he felted a net of oranges, before searching for ground almonds and powdered sugar.
"I bet dad would love to try some of those Muggle sweets," Ron hummed and followed them at a little distance.
"Just pick some out, we can give it to him as a group," Harry suggested. Hermione nodded in agreement but Ron made a disappointed face "But I don't have any Muggle money."
"Harry will pay, just give him a few new Knuts when we are back at Privet Drive" Hermione suggested and Ron's face lit up.
"Which one tastes good?" the redhead asked, and Harry and Hermione had to hurry to follow him over to the shelves with sweets.
Harry, who had never been allowed to try any of the Christmas sweets shrugged helplessly and turned to Hermione; it was moments like this that he hated the Dursley’s the most, when he had to admit that he had gaps in knowledge, even in the world he had grown up in.
"These are good," Hermione said and put a bag with chocolate- peppermint beans and truffles into the trolley.
Looking into the trolley, Harry noticed that they had everything and turned to the cash register. To his relief the brunette from his last two visits was not working today and instead a nice looking, elderly woman greeted them.
"Last minute shopping, my dears?" She smiled as she scanned their groceries.
"Yes, we want to bake some cinnamon stars for our parents," Hermione told her while Harry was pulling a bag from one of his pockets and started packing their things.
"That makes it £15,42," the woman said and he gave her his credit card.
"Merry Christmas," the cashier wished them as she handed him the card back, and after wishing her a Merry Christmas they left the store.
"I have brought some nice Christmas CD’s, there is a spell I can cast to play the CD," Hermione told them when they stepped outside again. It was already dark, but that didn't mean that it was late; it was just 4 PM.
Smiling, Harry nodded; the wizarding world of course had Christmas songs as well, but he had grown up with the Muggle songs and always had a problem getting into the festive mood with the unknown songs.
His relatives were still watching TV as they returned. They didn't even enter the living room and instead went directly into the kitchen, in hope that they might have even forgotten that they were here. Oscar had placed the numerous blood and wine bottles on the counter; he had even found two bottles of expensive French Firewhiskey and almond liqueur, which his father had bought beforehand. Harry and his friends were still underage and would not have been able to buy any in the supermarket. He pulled out a bowl and enlarged it, while Hermione unpacked their groceries and Ron simply watched.
"What is the first step?" Hermione asked eagerly as soon as she was finished.
"First you have to separate the egg white from the yolk," he told her and placed a smaller bowl on the table for the yolks; they wouldn't need them.
His friends did as told while he watched over them and corrected mistakes before they could even happen. Ron didn't dare grumble about woman's work, not after the previous argument he had with Hermione, and instead decided to snicker whenever their bushy haired friend let a piece of eggshell fall into the bowl and had to fish it out again. When half the eggs had made their way into the bowl, he went to the small pile of groceries and took out the two bags of ground almonds, opened them and added them to the egg white as well. He did the same with the powdered sugar, before turning to Hermione and asking: "Do you know a spell to mix everything or should I look for a mixer?"
The girl thought for a moment, but then admitted sheepishly: "I don't know any household spell."
"Do you know any?" Harry turned to Ron, even though he already knew the answer.
"Nope, mum did everything herself in the kitchen, she says it's her ‘Kingdom’, not even Ginny is allowed to do more than washing dishes and peeling potatoes." The redhead shrugged.
"I will search for the mixer," he mused and walked over to one of the cupboards. It took him nearly five minutes to look through all the odds and ends they had kept from Petunias kitchen and find the device he was looking for, but finally he did. His friends were by now finished with the eggs and he quickly gave Hermione the blender, who started it carefully while he added the cinnamon they had nearly forgotten.
"That's awfully loud," Ron complained as the mixer started and put his hands over his ears.
"It is," Harry shouted over the noise, just when Hermione had stopped the device again.
"I think the dough is ready. Do you know where the rolling pin is?" she asked.
"Just look through the drawers, I don't know yet," he told her and scattered some powdered sugar on the table so that the dough would not stick to the surface.
Hermione was much faster in searching through the new kitchen and came back a moment later, holding up the rolling pin and biscuit cutters. "I have the pin, and star shaped cutters," she announced and placed a cutter in front of each of them.
Ron picked the cutter up and eyed it wearily. "Mum has a spell for these things," he said and placed the metal star back down.
"We would have too if you had asked for those spells," Harry grinned and took a portion of the delicious smelling dough and started to flatten it with the rolling pin.
"Why didn't you ask her? You were planning this," Ron asked in a slightly accusing voice, but Harry merely shrugged.
"I always baked and cooked the Muggle way, I simply forgot," he explained.
"That's understandable," Hermione mused and watched as he flattened the dough further.
"Can you fetch the baking trays, please?" He asked her and looked the dough over once more, but it seemed ready to be cut.
"So, how does this work, now?" Ron asked with a sceptical look.
"It's easy, you just put the cutters on the dough and push them down, then you take away the cutter and take the dough out of it," Hermione explained while Harry walked over to the stove. He hoped that his friends would be distracted enough that they would not notice what exactly he was concocting. Glancing back, he pulled the huge pot his aunt had always used for stew out of the lowest drawer and put it on the electric stove. Luckily the recipe for the bonbons didn't require exact temperatures, so he should have no problems using the Muggle stove. Next, he put the wine his father had provided him with into the pot, added 2kg sugar, cinnamon and extracted the juice from 4 oranges, before putting the juice into the mix as well. Lastly, he added three cloves and started to cook everything slowly, while preparing a second mixture on the foundation of the fire whiskey.
"Mh, that smells delicious," Hermione hummed after a while when the vapour began rising from his brew.
"And very alcoholic," Ron commented with a grin.
"Yes, but the alcohol will evaporate because of the cooking, so it will be fine," Harry explained.
"Shame," Ron grinned, before turning back to his own task.
Seeing that the liquid had thickened to a sticky goo, Harry quickly pulled his wand out, levitated the pots to the side and summoned a couple of smaller ones in which he divided the eight different kinds of blood he had brought along. Smelling them, he quickly decided to which he would add the red wine mixture and distributed and stirred the batches magically. With another spell everything divided into perfectly shaped bonbons and piled up in one of the now empty pots, after which he repeated the procedure with the second mixture. Now he only had to pack them into three bags and everything would be ready for Christmas morning. Unfortunately, he noticed then that he had forgotten to bring any nice bags and ribbon along. Huffing at himself, he called "Oscar!" and waited for the elf to appear.
His friends looked up curiously from their cookie-cutting when the pop came.
"How can Oscar be of help, Master Harry?" the little creature piped as soon as he appeared in the room.
"Could you please pack those bonbons into three bags and take them up to the other gifts afterward?" he asked the elf who nodded and snapped his long fingers.
"Of course, Oscar will wrap presents." Oscar squeaked and disappeared along with the bonbons. He returned to his two friends who by now we're nearly finished as well.
"I can't wait to try one of them, they already smell so good," Hermione smiled and gestured to the cookies lying on the baking trays.
"They do" he agreed, a bit wistful that they would taste like nothing for him.
"When they are finished," Ron suggested "We can take some pillows and blankets and place them around the Christmas tree and enjoy them. My brothers and I used to do that when we were little."
"That's a nice idea," Hermione agreed with a happy sigh and mused: "Isn't Christmas a wonderful time. Everything becomes more calm and peaceful and the candles and lights in the window are bathing everything in that soft, warm light that makes me want to curl up under a blanket and read…"
Harry smiled softly as well, remembering his first nice Christmas, the one his First Year at Hogwarts, and wondered how these holidays would turn out now that he actually had a real family. He knew it sounded cruel and unfair towards his friends, but he wished Lucius and Draco could already be there and be the ones sitting down with him under the tree. Reminding himself that they would be there in about three hours, he smiled at his friends and announced: "I will prepare the oven."
Ten minutes later they had put the cookies into the oven and were now preparing some hot chocolate, or more precisely, Hermione was preparing some hot chocolate for Ron and herself, while Harry and Ron put every pillow and blanket they could find around the Christmas tree. The Dursley’s had fortunately disappeared to somewhere, so they had been able to turn the telly off and instead continued to listen to Hermione's CD.
"Doesn't that look nice," Ron grinned and gestured at the pile of blankets.
Harry simply grinned wide in answer and sat down on a particularly fluffy pillow. His friend flopped down next to him and stretched his long legs out.
"You still have not told me what your mate looks like. What kind of hair does she have?" Ron asked.
Turning to watch the Christmas tree, Harry truthfully told him: "A really light blonde."
Hermione choose that moment to join them with two mugs of hot cocoa in her hands and said: "Do you have any plans for your date?"
Flushing, Harry averted his gaze. He indeed had spent some time thinking about what he and his mates could do that evening; it was the evening before Christmas after all and he felt as if they should do something special, but until now he had not been able to think about anything that would fit the occasion. He needed something that would stay in their memory and it would be good if he could find something that would be romantic at the same time.
With a frustrated scowl he intertwined his hands, why couldn't he think about anything. He stared at the thin, blue veins beneath his pale skin of his hands and suddenly it struck him; Draco did not yet know about his true form, he had worn a glamour around his second mate ever since the beginning and had not yet taken them off in front of him. Sure, Lucius could already see him as he truly was, but it still sounded like a romantic gesture and he was sure his older dominant would appreciate it as well, especially if… but would he be brave enough to go so far?
Thinking about how careful and gentle Draco had been the last few weeks and how his body had reacted the few times he had been physically close to his powerful mates, he believed he could go that far; it was for them after all, but the thought made him flush.
"Harry?" Hermione's voice pulled him out of his silent musing.
"Yes, I have some plans," he said, blushing. Ron snickered next to him and pat him on the back.
"It's not what you think!" He protested, but knew that he couldn't be sure about it, if he truly revealed all his submissive traits in front of his mates, it could quickly grow into more, but that was a risk he was willing to take, even though he was still very nervous, his instincts hummed with the desire to finally seal his bond with his mates.
"Oh," Ron said, almost sounding a bit disappointed; he really needed to get Ron and Hermione together, especially when his red-haired friend was starting to live a romantic life through him.
"Well," Hermione suddenly said in a voice that sounded a lot like Professor McGonagall's, "I think Ron and I better leave then and give you some time to prepare for your date."
Harry felt bad as a thankful smile spread over his face as his bushy haired friend stood up and dragged Ron along.
"Mione, I wanted to stay and greet Harry's mate," he protested, but to Harry's relief, Hermione only said firmly: "We will not intrude on a date, especially not at Christmas."
"But it isn't Christmas yet, and we haven't even tried our cookies yet!" Ron objected, but he only received a glare that warned him to not be such a nitpicker.
"Don't worry, neither I nor my mate will eat the cookies, you can have some tomorrow," Harry grinned at his friends and watched as Ron was pulled to the fireplace. Hermione let go of Ron's arm there and turned back to him: "I wish you a beautiful evening with you mate," she smiled with an honest expression, before adding, "You truly deserve this."
"Yep," Ron agreed, even though he was still clearly reluctant to leave.
"Thank you guys, I am sure the evening will be great," He smiled brightly and waved goodbye as Ron and then Hermione left.
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HP
As soon as his two friends had disappeared and silence descended upon him, he suddenly realised that he had no idea how to go about a romantic evening. Until now, Lucius and sometimes Draco had initiated those moments, although Draco had not had many chances yet due to the murderous schedule the Professors had forced on them.
Oscar had once told him that it wasn't right to go on a date in an old robe, but he had no time to go to Diagon Alley and buy a new one; besides, it seemed unfitting if he truly wanted to present himself to his mates. Something that could be more easily opened would probably be better. And he would also need something for the mood; he doubted that his mates would appreciate the Muggle songs that were still playing in the background.
Coming to a decision, he called for Oscar and waited for the elf to appear. It took his servant no time at all to pop in, excited as ever when Harry called for him.
"What can Oscar do for Master?" the elf squeaked with a bow.
"I need a white gown or robe, made from silk would be best, and some wizarding Christmas music that my mates would like and maybe one bottle of the wine dad has been making for himself and Lucius; can you bring me those things, please?"
Oscar's ears flapped as he nodded. "Oscar knows Master Lucius and Master Draco favourite Christmas music, and Oscar can go to Hogwarts and fetch wine and Oscar will find a robe," he promised and disappeared again before Harry could say anything else.
With a shake of his head, he went into the kitchen and pulled a bowl from one of the shelves, before transforming it into a more elegant, silver one which his mates would appreciate more than the colourful Ikea-design. He placed some of the bonbons in the bowl and carried it back into the living room, only to see that a silver tray with three glasses, a bottle of the special wine and one with the pumping juice he liked to drink sometimes, already stood nestled between the pillows and blankets on the floor. For a moment, he thought about placing it on the coffee table, but he liked the idea of sitting underneath the Christmas tree with his mates. They probably wouldn't have a second chance of sitting there as mates this Christmas, so he left everything as it was.
Suddenly a neatly folded white silk gown appeared next to the tray and he picked it up and left for their bedroom.
The room looked just like he and Draco had left it and only a single candle was illuminating the place right now. Closing the door behind him, he walked into the bathroom where he slowly started to undress, layer after layer. He placed his things on a small footstool neatly, before stepping in front of the room high mirror, pondering whether he should key Draco into his glamour now, or take it off in front of him.
After a while he decided on the latter, thinking that he wanted to see the reaction on his second mate’s face and picked the gown up. When he had tied the sash around his slim waist and made sure that the gown would show just enough of his skin to be teasing, he returned downstairs where now wizarding music was playing and sat down next to the tray.
He actually had no idea when his mates would arrive; they had not decided on a time, hopefully they would not be purposefully late to make sure that they would not be encountering his friends. But he shouldn't have worried; only a minute or two after he had settled down between the pillows, a pop was heard and Oscar’s high pitched voice asked: "Master Lucius sends Oscar to ask if Master Harry is already alone."
"They can come," he said, suddenly feeling very nervous. He had only always been shy and restrained around Draco
What would the other boy think about this bold and quirky side of his? He had been allowed to act so open and freely by Lucius, but would Draco appreciate it as well or would he prefer a classic submissive, someone calm and more passive?
He was about to scramble up and quickly go and get changed when the fireplace flared to his right and his two mates stepped out of the hearth, so quickly behind each other that it almost seemed as if they must have used the floo together.
Harry's back tensed as he watched his dominants' brush the soot from their expensive robes; both were wearing black, but as usual Draco's waistcoat was silver and not black like his father's.
His mates had not noticed him yet and Draco drawled: "I wonder how Harry got rid of the Weasel so quickly."
"I think it will be safe to assume that Miss Granger had a part in their early departure," Lucius drawled in answer and Harry had to bite his tongue to keep from snickering, it was amazing how similar those two could sound on occasions.
But he still must have made some kind of noise, because the heads of the two Malfoy’s snapped around and their piercing eyes landed on him. Harry instantly felt their gazes starting to wander over his body, lingering on his neckline that showed a patch of his pale chest and on his legs that were only covered to his knees.
"Harry," Lucius breathed while Draco was still staring at him, his eyes darker than usual.
"I see you prepared something for this evening," the older man said, taking his cloak off and hanging it over the back of one of the couches, before coming over. Draco finally snapped out of his daze and followed his father and Harry had to try hard to not fidget as his mates sat down, Draco to his left and Lucius across from him, but close enough that their knees were nearly touching.
His mates’ eyes swerved over to the tray then and Harry understood that it was his job as the submissive to serve them. Harry blushed because he had never before thought about that kind of duty; although it felt natural when his hands closed around the wine bottle. He poured the red liquid into the two wine goblets. "Thank you," Draco said and his instincts started to hum in joy at the praise.
"So," Lucius prompted as he picked his glass up, "tell us about your day with your friends."
"It was good," he started to tell them, somehow amazed that his mates could even be interested in his meeting with Ron and Hermione. "We went shopping first, but this time there was an old Lady at the cash register…" He smiled sheepishly, but Draco only frowned in confusion.
"When Harry and I went to the shop," Lucius explained in an arrogant drawl that sends delightful shivers down Harry's spine, "a young Muggle was working there and flirting with me. Our little mate got a bit… jealous." The smirk on Lucius' face was far too arrogant Harry thought, but found that he didn't truly mind.
"Ah, I understand," Draco hummed, smirking as well and taking a sip from his wine.
"But you were telling us about your day," Lucius interjected and motioned for Harry to continue.
"It wasn't that interesting…" Harry mumbled but continued his tale. "When we got back I explained to Ron and Hermione what they needed to do and they started to bake while I made some Christmas candies for us," he said and gestured to the candy bowl his mates had not yet noticed.
Draco leaned forwards a bit and sniffed audibly. "They truly smell delicious," his younger mate purred seductively and Harry gulped at the melodious sound.
"But I am more interested in hearing why you greeted us in nothing but a silk gown."
Draco's eyes had darkened even further and for a second Harry felt like he was paralyzed, he could only stare back into those ice-blue orbs that were eying him hungrily, and somehow he knew that this would be the evening, this would be the day they would mate, the 24th of December. He felt his magic rise inside of him, preparing for what was about to come and lowered his eyes submissively.
"I… want to show you my true form," he whispered, too nervous to speak any louder. This was different from his last mating where his instincts had kicked in and made him act on autopilot, but he was sure that it would change as soon as Draco were to start claiming him… or would both of his mates claim him? If possible, he grew even more nervous at that thought; the thought that not only Draco, but also Lucius would want him tonight was overwhelming, but also exciting at the same time.
"Show me," Draco suddenly commanded in a dark voice, startling Harry who had gotten lost in his own thoughts.
"Yes," he replied, closed his eyes for a second and dropped his glamour.
He didn't know what he had expected, but certainly not no reaction at all. He still had his eyes closed, but opened them again, only to see Draco looking at him searchingly. He was about to give him a hint when his icy orbs suddenly snapped up to his throat where now his carotid was visible against his almost translucent skin. Draco took his hand and slowly rose, pulling him up as well. When he was standing, his younger mate let go of him and raised his hands to his sash, slowly untying the silk belt. He tried not to tremble in nervousness as he was slowly being exposed, but his heart raced like mad in his chest.
Lucius rose as well and stepped behind him, but not touching like the last time they had stood like this, because right now it was Draco's turn to have a first look at him and judge him, and that was what was making him so nervous.
The sash fell to the floor and his gown opened in the front. Draco's eyes roamed his exposed skin hungrily and from beneath his lashes, Harry could see the blonde slowly losing his control. For the first time since his mate's resurrection, he saw his fangs grow from his gums and the red ring appear around his irises. His gown was pushed to the side and slid down his small shoulders and onto the floor, but he didn't move, waiting for his second dominant to take the next step, while his heart rate increased even more.
"So beautiful," Draco whispered and lifted a single finger to trace the line of one of his blue veins. Harry shivered beneath the contact and his magic rose to meet Draco’s, prickling over his skin.
"So delicate, a true diamond," Draco mumbled, sounding as if he was not even aware of what he was saying.
More fingers joined the single one on his chest, and Draco's second hand rose as well to roam over Harry's body with light, caressing touches. One of Draco's claws stretched over the skin and a second, more violent shudder went through Harry's body. And that was all it took for Draco to snap.
Suddenly one of the blonde's hands shot out and closed around his throat, lifting him off the ground. Magic exploded from all three of them and Harry felt his body react to the sudden burst of power and the shift in the atmosphere.
"So sensitive," Draco purred, but the next words were spoken in a low, dangerous growl "And finally mine."
The hand around his throat tightened, injuring muscles and organs hidden beneath the skin, but Harry's mind was drifting away and submitting to his instincts, unable to do anything but shiver in delight under the strength his second mate was showing.
"I want you on your knees in front of me," Draco growled.
"Yes, on my knees, make me yours," Harry gasped out hoarsely, a submissive purr rising in his chest. Draco opened his hand and he fell to the floor, where he quickly scrambled onto his knees like Draco had commanded. Lucius still stood behind him but did nothing more than watch, and he suddenly felt as if his other dominant would scrutinize him a second time as well. However, he had no time to think about it as a hand suddenly grabbed his hair and yanked him forwards until he was kneeling on his hands and knees like a dog.
His eyes flew up and he saw Draco opening his belt and fly only a second before something large, hot and hard was shoved into his mouth. Harry moaned pitifully and went cross eyed as the taste of his second dominant exploded on his tongue, just like with Lucius, Draco's sex tasted like flesh and of what he imagined his blood would taste, only much weaker. Magic crackled on his tongue as the grip in his hair tightened and Draco started to violently thrust in and out of his mouth.
"Finally mine, so many years… never looked at me… but now you have, haven't you Potter?" Draco growled nearly incomprehensible. "Bow for me, suck me, what would your little friends think if they saw you like this now? You always were meant to be mine."
Somewhere in the back of his mind Harry realized that he probably should be shocked by his mate’s cruel words, but as he looked at the angry face and his mouth was violated, he only felt glad that he could help his dominant to get the past pains and frustrations out of his system, so that they would never ever be an issue again.
Draco's cock slammed harshly against the back of his throat and the only warning he got was the stiffening of his younger mate's body before a sticky, hot substance washed down his throat. He greedily swallowed every little drop of the bitter-sweet liquid, still not daring to move anything but his throat. Even as Draco relaxed against him and his mate's cock softened a little on his tongue, he did not move but waited patiently. Draco finally pulled out of his mouth, but the low growl from behind him told him that their mating had just begun.
He was pushed down onto his back and Lucius descended on him. The older blonde's lips traced his skin skilfully as he nipped down his carotid and along his jaw bones, never breaking the skin as that was a pleasure that would come later. Harry couldn't help himself but mewl under the alluring assault. A second pair of lips suddenly began to tease his nipples and his mewls changed into loud, helpless moans. He felt himself harden rapidly beneath the touch and spread his legs invitingly for his mates, but the four hands that softly landed on his body did not touch him where he needed them to touch and his hard length began to burn and throb painfully from the torturous neglect.
Suddenly the hands disappeared again and he gave a pitiful whimper. The lips were still on him, now sucking and licking down his sides, but when the hands didn't return, he forced his eyes open to check why his mates weren't touching him anymore, only to find them tearing their clothes off while their lips were still attached to him. He watched in awe as more pale skin and muscles were unveiled and allowed his eyes to roam the broad chests of his dominants’. Lucius and Draco grabbed their trousers simultaneously and yanked them down before kicking them off and Harry neatly fainted at the sight of the two almost identical, large and light coloured cocks, but before he could do so, teeth bit down on his nipples and he snapped his head back with a moan.
The hands returned, this time not only tracing his dips and curves but scratching over the sensitive veins and drawing blood. The liquid floated hotly down his body, but neither of his mates licked it up. He writhed under the claws, needing more. He pushed against the sharp points, forcing them deeper into his flesh; just then two hot bodies lay down on his small frame. Lucius and Draco's hard members pulsed hotly against his skin and he wanted to buckle up and rub against them, but their weight was pressing him down.
The next few minutes were a blur of sensations: Touching hands on his chest, arms, neck, legs, and belly; nibbling teeth wandering the lush patches of his blood vessels. The roaming of their hands and hot lips and tongues grew more violent, hungry and desperate until Harry thought he could take it no more and then suddenly, his mates disappeared from him.
Confused, he opened his eyes that had closed in ecstasy long minutes ago, and blinked up at his dominants. Draco and Lucius were kneeling between his spread legs. The red rings around their eyes had spread to cover nearly the whole iris and the hunger he saw in them surpassed everything he had ever seen before. He froze at the sight and finally looked away, crumbling under the intense stares.
As if he had given an invisible signal, Draco and Lucius each grabbed one of his tights and pushed them up, and in the next second everything happened far too quickly for Harry to comprehend. The free hands of his mates darted down to his stomach and suddenly something hot and big pressed against his entrance, only that it wasn't just one thing, it was two. His eyes widened in sudden panic, but before he could do anything his mates had slammed their cocks forward with one single, powerful and violent thrust and he was ripped in two.
Pain and pleasure coursed through him in equal amounts and the noise that left his throat was a mixture of a pain filled cry and an exclamation of the greatest bliss. He felt the skin around his pucker bruise and blood dripping out of his backside, but the shock was ebbing away and as Lucius and Draco started to move in a perfectly matched rhythm; his body nearly exploded. This was like the scratches Lucius had always inflicted on him, but a thousand times better. His mates were so strong, so powerful and he felt so safe with their strong hands grabbing him and their hard cocks moving inside of him. They were stretching him past anything he had ever believed possible, rubbing against his inner walls with every movement. He could feel their different magics around their cocks, the only thing that was making him able to differentiate between the two pulsing organs. Suddenly Lucius and Draco shifted inside of him and brushed against something and he gasped in surprise. His mates instantly thrust there again and this time it was like an explosion of stars in front of his eyes as waves of pleasure rolled through him, setting every nerve on fire.
Lucius and Draco increased their thrusts and soon Harry wouldn't have been able to tell where up and where down was, all he was still aware of was the magic building inside and around him, the pleasure he was writhing under, the strong presence of his dominants and his throbbing member. The tingle in his lower abdomen intensified and his balls tightened.
"I… I…" He stammered, not really knowing what he wanted to warn his mates about, but Lucius only lifted the hand that was not holding his leg up to his right nipples, while simultaneously laying down on him. Draco grabbed his small cock, rubbing and tugging on it almost urgently as he too, lay down on him. The thrusting of their hips increased once again, making Harry unable to tell where one wave of pleasure ended and where the next started and in the next moment he was exploding. His vision went white and he threw his head back, just when four fangs entered his left and right carotid. The intrusion sent a second orgasm after the first that had not even ended yet, making it almost painful, but only almost. He cried in ecstasy as he felt his blood rush through and out of him while the hot liquid was pumped inside of him, warming his insides. His magic finally connected with his mates and he could feel their bond growing like a second awareness inside of him, connecting them forever and even beyond. His orgasm died down, replaced by occasional shivers of his over sensitized body. He lifted his hands and grabbed his mates shoulders, a weak attempt at pulling them closer, but Lucius and Draco understood and the hands that had been on his nipples and now flaccid cock sneaked around him to pull him against the strong forms of his blonds’.
Far too quickly their sucking grew slower and weaker and soon after they pulled their fangs out of him and licked the wounds close. Lucius and Draco propped themselves up a little and for a long moment, Harry stared into their eyes, that were so similar and yet so different at the same time, and shone with such love right now. After a small eternity, his mates both leaned down again giving him a kiss, something they had not done during the actual mating. For a split second Harry wondered how they managed it, as both their tongues entered his mouth and engaged his in a sinful dance, but in the end, it didn't matter; it was probably a vampire thing, he shouldn't have been able to accommodate two huge cocks either.
When they parted again, Lucius rolled over until he laid to his right and pulled him down and against his chest. Draco lay down as well and they all scooted together until their bodies were pressed against each other.
Harry sighed as he felt the naked forms of his dominants encase him, his eyelids already drooping. He had wanted to at least say a small ‘I love you’, or ‘sleep well’, but he never did, as he had already fallen asleep, feeling safer than ever before as his soulbond informed him about his mates contentedness; he didn't even notice the group of shocked witches and wizards standing just behind a magical barrier outside the living room and neither did his mates.
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