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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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A chapter being posted perhaps slightly earlier than planned in celebration of StrawberryGirl quitting her job (though the arduous task of finding a new one starts tomorrow). For now we are enjoying some time together and with our pack.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 37 - Just Friends
Having snuck off into the forest for a little bit of privacy, Damon had Micha wrapped protectively in his arms and was kissing him. They had discovered that Micha wasn’t happy being pinned to a tree; however, it was another story when he was pinned to his dominants chest and being ravished furiously. Micha was surrounded by his mate’s scent when they were so close together and it calmed the anxiety he was sure he would have felt otherwise.
A frustrated roar, ripping violently through the air brought them crashing back to reality with a harsh thud. Damon recognised who had made the sound at once. Gathering his submissive into his arms rather abruptly, causing a startled yelp to escape from Micha’s lips, Damon hurried back to the clearing to see what was wrong.
What he found was Jenson attempting to calm the Alpha who seemed to be in a towering temper. “Wait here,” he instructed to Micha as he placed the submissive back on his own two feet before heading in the direction of the Alpha. Whatever had happened to get the Alpha male into such a state he didn’t want Micha involved. Damon was sure that it was bound to have something to do with Harry.
Of course Micha paid no heed to the instruction that Damon had given, not that that surprised him of course; Micha rarely listened ever and he seemed not to be scared of the Alpha at all. Not judging by the way he acted around him.
“He’s fine,” Jenson said as Damon and Micha approached. “The letter said he’s okay, he isn’t seriously injured.”
Damon groaned, by process of elimination he knew that somehow Harry was hurt, if it had been Clayton he would have been informed first and Romy was too smart to get herself get injured enough to need a letter to be sent home; not to mention that he doubted Jenson would be being so calm and rational if it was his daughter that had been injured, nor would he have said ‘he’, Damon realised; it could only be Harry.
“What happened?” Damon asked and in response Jenson handed him the letter to read for himself. The letter had been addressed to Damon, as all letters regarding Harry and Clayton were, but he took no issue with the Alpha having read it in his absence.
Fenrir looked ready to hit something or someone at any given moment if he was pushed too far. Jenson looked around for his mate, wanting to get her out of the line of fire but found that she was suspiciously absent from the group.
Lukas and Tessie had wisely backed off already but Callie wasn’t with them. Just being grateful that she wasn’t going to be involved in this he turned his attention back to the Alpha who may as well have been emitting steam from his ears he looked so enraged.
“Nobody leaves the territory until I return,” Fenrir told them gruffly as he headed off towards the apparition point.
“Fenrir, you can’t just go to Hogwarts,” Damon said, realising what was going on and following after his best friend, Jenson hurrying along beside them. Their Alpha was still very much a wanted man and the only thing him going to Hogwarts would achieve at the moment would be getting himself thrown in Azkaban or worse. They couldn’t risk him being seen or captured by the Ministry or by Voldemort, it was too risky.
“Harry’s hurt,” Fenrir replied as if this statement fixed that problem. With the knowledge that Harry was injured rattling around in his head he wouldn’t have cared if hundreds of Aurors and dementors stood between him and that damn school, he would get to his mate and make sure that he was alright.
“And the full moon is two days away,” Jenson said, having cottoned on pretty quickly to what Damon was trying to do in keeping the Alpha male in the territory. “They’ll all be home on Saturday and because it’s not a school day we can collect them in the morning so we can have all day with them, plus most of Sunday too before we have to take them back.”
“It would be foolish to go now,” Damon added. Fenrir had stopped his progress to the apparition point in the territory, Damon and Jenson having stopped a little way behind him, giving the Alpha some space. Though Fenrir had come to stand in a rather defensive stance, his fists clenched by his sides and his muscles tensed as if it were an effort for him to remain still and not lash out at those around him.
“Fine,” he growled, turning and stalking off in the opposite direction, clearly needing some time to calm down on his own before returning to the clearing and the others.
Jenson and Damon visibly sighed with relief that they had managed to prevent the disaster that was their Alpha mindlessly storming up to a castle full of witches and wizards and demanding to see Harry. Not only did he run the risk of being apprehended by the forces that opposed them but he would have also been at risk of exposing all the pups for what they were, something they couldn’t allow to happen as it would only put them in danger.
Both Damon and Jenson understood, however, that Fenrir was concerned for Harry; the fact that he had been injured and they couldn’t do anything about it would tear the Alpha apart. The Beta wolf could only imagine the pain he would feel if it were Callie who had been hurt and he was unable to reach her. Though thinking of his mate reminded him that she wasn’t here and he immediately started to glance around the clearing for any sign of her or where she had gone as they headed back towards the rest of the group.
“Is everything alright?” Micha asked as Damon returned to him, resting his head on the submissive wolf’s shoulder, breathing in his scent. Jenson had gone off in search of Callie to make sure that she was alright after tracking her scent.
“Harry got hurt during a Quidditch match,” Damon explained as he encircled his arms around his mate, pulling him close; seeing Fenrir’s reaction to Harry being injured, it was difficult not to think of the suffering he knew had been inflicted on his own mate and he just wanted to hold him and be reassured that Micha was okay and that he was finally his. “They’ll be home in a couple days, Fenrir just needed to be reminded of that.”
“They’ll all be back,” Micha said thoughtfully. He couldn’t help but think about the conversation he and Damon had had about hiding their relationship from Clay. He had brushed it under the carpet when it had first been mentioned, just wanting to be happy, thinking that they had plenty of time, but now they only had two days. “Clay will be home,” Micha added.
“Yes,” Damon said, his head snapping up to look at the submissive curiously, wondering why he had brought this up.
“I want to tell him about us,” Micha said, trying to sound strong and determined as he looked into Damon’s grey eyes.
“No, Micha, not now; not on a full moon,” Damon tried to reason calmly. “It isn’t fair on him to find out, only to go back to school the next day.” He was sure that Clayton’s reaction was not going to be favourable and he didn’t want to ruin the small time he would have with his son arguing over Micha.
“You don’t want him to know…” the submissive said sadly.
“Of course I do,” Damon insisted, silently cursing Micha’s insecurities; he understood why Micha doubted himself so much but it was so easy for him to misunderstand. “Just not now, he won’t take it well. I know my son, he’ll overreact and go back to school where I can’t talk to him for a whole month… please understand.”
“I’m trying to but it just feels as if you’re ashamed of me,” Micha explained. He wanted to believe Damon when he said he wanted him, but he had never been able to understand why the strong, handsome dominant would want a broken and used submissive like him. And now he just felt like Damon’s dirty little secret; it was horrible but he almost felt as if it were all he was worthy of.
“I’m not ashamed of you, Micha,” Damon told him sternly. As much as he understood that his mate had a difficult history and needed to be treated with great care, sometimes it felt like Micha was throwing it in his face to get his own way. He hated that he could even think such things about the beautiful younger man, but he couldn’t help it.
“Then why do we keep sneaking off away from the others?” Micha demanded, not liking the tone Damon was taking with him and determined to give as good as he got; he wasn’t just going to bend to his mate’s will.
“We’re not…” Damon said quickly, he had never thought of their time alone that way and was hurt to hear that Micha had. “I just thought…” he started, hoping to explain; he had only done what he thought was best for Micha’s sake.
“Thought what?” Micha demanded, his narrowed purple eyes boring into Damon, wanting answers.
“That after… everything,” Damon said, waving his arm through the air in frustration, “that you wouldn’t want to…”
“I might be broken but I still want to feel as if you care about me,” Micha told him, shoving Damon in the chest, wanting his mate to understand this wasn’t an issue they could just brush under the carpet, he was serious. He was done being used and unless Damon was really serious about them being mates, for real, then… then… He didn’t quite know what then, but he wasn’t going to accept anything less than really being loved and cared for, not any more.
“I do care about you,” Damon said, trying to step forward and take Micha back into his arms. But his submissive stepped backwards, away from him; he had a look of disappointment and hurt on his face as though he had been physically struck.
“Just not enough to tell your son about me,” Micha said quietly. His heart was pounding painfully in his chest as the fear of being all alone again nearly overwhelmed him. He didn’t want to lose Damon but he wouldn’t, no... couldn’t ever let himself get hurt again, not like before because he knew that it would destroy him.
“Micha,” Damon said softly, wanting to take that pain he could see away. “I told you…”
“Don’t, just don’t,” Micha said, tears welling up in his amethyst eyes, he was fairly certain that he was falling in love with Damon and he was almost wishing that he wasn’t. He didn’t want to feel that kind of pain again but it seemed that he was an absolute sucker for it.
Damon wasn’t sure how to fix it but he knew that he wanted to. “Lukas, I need to go out for a little while, I won’t be long,” he said, after looking around and not seeing Jenson at all. Lukas nodded from where he was sat talking to Tessie to show that he had heard before Damon stalked off to the apparition point himself with the aims of going to buy as much caramel chocolate as he could carry as a way of apologising for his idiocy.
Watching his mate go, Micha all but fell to the floor; sitting there, he pulled his knees to his chest, resting his forehead on them as tears began to fall in earnest. He had no idea what was so urgent that Damon would just walk away from an argument that was threatening to tear their relationship asunder. Could his mate honestly not see how much he was hurting? What had he done that was so terrible that Damon wouldn’t even try to fight for him?
Lukas, seeing that Micha was upset, got up and went to sit with him, Tessie following along behind him somewhat awkwardly and each of them took a seat on either side of the crying submissive. Micha was grateful for their comfort and for their silence too; they didn’t need to ask what was wrong as they had bore witness to the whole thing.
All of them were distracted though, when Jenson returned to the clearing with Callie in his arms. She was awake but looking rather pale and a little shaky. None of them really knew what to do, they had never seen Callie in such a state; she might have been weaker than the rest of them physically but mentally and emotionally she was a pillar of strength for the whole pack.
She looked at them, noticing the worry, and managed a small smile that was supposed to reassure them; though she was rather glad Damon wasn’t in sight at the moment as he would have undoubtedly fussed something terrible; he always did whenever she fell poorly and had done every time since they had been bitten as children. She was rather worried to see Micha in such a state, particularly in combination with her absent brother, but seeing as Lukas and Tessie were with the submissive she would trust them to take care of him.
“Come on, let’s sit you down,” Jenson said kindly, carrying her over towards the fire, wanting her to be warm. “For anyone else I would insist on them getting you to check them over, but the rest of us are a bit lacking in medical knowledge.”
“I will be fine,” she told her mate as he sat down cuddling her against him on his lap. “You know my immune system isn’t what it should be, and so these things will happen occasionally. I really do wish you wouldn’t fuss; you’re as bad as Damon.”
“You know we worry,” Jenson said stiffly, holding his mate close to him. “You haven’t been ill in a while. How long have you been feeling like this?”
“I feel fine,” Callie insisted, “my stomach is a little unsettled is all; it’s nothing to worry about. I just don’t want to give it to you or any of the others.”
“Always thinking of others,” Jenson mumbled unhappily as he nuzzled against her, hating that she was feeling sick at all. He hated feeling powerless and that was how it always made him feel whenever his mate was ill like this.
An hour later and Damon was back. It had taken him a while but he had done it; managing to find exactly what he wanted. However, he had returned to a rather subdued pack. Callie was curled up asleep in Jenson’s arms, Damon frowned at how frail she was looking at the moment and made a mental note to talk to her later, but first he needed to speak with his stubborn mate and fix their relationship first before he lost him.
He spotted Micha looking forlorn and depressed, curled up defensively where he was sat next to Lukas. He felt such guilt for having been the one to hurt the submissive that way, it had never been his intention. He just didn’t want to put the pack through the nightmare that would likely be Clayton’s reaction to their relationship; not when their moments with the pups were so very precious to them all.
Without any hesitation he strolled up to where Lukas and Micha were sitting. He sat himself down next to his mate. Lukas, very quickly realising that he was the third wheel to a rather awkward conversation, quickly got up and walked away.
“I’m sorry,” Damon began, “peace offering,” he added as he put the several large bars of caramel chocolate between the two of them.
Micha looked down at them before turning away and resuming his glaring at the ground rather defiantly. “You left,” he said sounding utterly miserable, which pulled on Damon’s heart strings in a major way.
“I wanted to get you something to apologise,” Damon said, “I don’t want you thinking that you’re a dirty little secret. You’re not.”
“But you still don’t want to tell Clayton about us,” Micha said sadly. It wouldn’t matter how much chocolate that Damon bought for him, he wasn’t going to be anyone’s secret. He might not have deserved it but he wanted a love that he could show off and bask in constantly, not just when no one was looking.
“Not yet but only because I worry about his reaction, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but he can be something of a drama queen at times,” Damon explained. Ever since he had left he had been trying to think of a way to explain to Micha in a way that he would understand and wouldn’t get upset over.
“I had,” Micha said with a small smile, “but we will tell him eventually right? You do want to be with me?” he asked, looking to Damon imploringly, searching the dominant's eyes for answers.
“I want nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life,” Damon assured him, throwing an arm around Micha and pulling the submissive over the chocolate and on to his lap so that Micha was straddling him.
“You know you can’t just buy me chocolate every time you screw up you know, I’ll be four hundred pounds before too long,” Micha teased as his arms wrapped around Damon’s neck as the dominant's hands came to rest upon his waist.
“And I’d still love every inch of you,” Damon said, ensuring that he kept eye contact as he spoke to ensure that Micha knew he was telling the truth.
“That doesn’t mean I would forgive you for making me fat,” Micha said with a pout as he rested his forehead against Damon’s; he did love being in the arms of his mate. Micha’s comment, however, had sparked something in Damon and an image had popped into his mind before he could stop it. It was a happy thought of Micha, his belly swollen with child, their child, and it made him smile.
With the smile gracing his lips, Damon pulled Micha closer to him and asked. “Do you forgive me for being an insensitive jerk?” Their lips were so close that they were almost touching but Damon wanted an answer first.
“Maybe,” Micha said sweetly as their noses bumped together, “but only because you brought me chocolate,” he whispered as their lips pressed together. Damon’s hands travelled up Micha’s back, one of them twisting into the submissive wolf’s hair and deepening the kiss. “And you can kiss like that,” he added when they broke apart to catch their breath.
FGHP
Harry had returned to the Slytherin dungeons to a hoard of cheering house mates who were filled with jubilation over their defeat of Ravenclaw and the news that Samuels had been removed from the Ravenclaw Quidditch team and given two months worth of detention for unlawful behaviour for what he had done to Harry.
Also waiting for him had been more get well cards than he had known what to do with. A source of great amusement and teasing from Clayton had been the rather large box of Honeydukes chocolate that had been accompanied by a get well card from Cedric. Even Draco had joined in teasing Harry in regards to that but Harry refused to believe that the head boy could have any form of crush on him.
They hadn’t had time to scoff them down before they had had to go to class, apart from the few Clay put into his pocket; but after Herbology for Harry and Clay, and Defence Against the Dark Arts for Romy, they returned to the common room. At which point, Harry and Clayton had begun tucking into the assortment of highly sugared chocolate. Romy had been practically tearing her hair out as it was only half an hour before dinner, but there was no stopping their devouring of the small mound of treats, despite her constant reminders that they were ruining their appetite.
She couldn’t quite believe that they were still hungry when the three of them took their seats at the Slytherin table and her pack brothers began to help themselves to yet more food. Draco looked like he couldn’t quite believe it either, and shared a rather amused look with Romy before tucking into his own dinner.
“He’s staring at you,” Clay jeered quietly, nudging Harry in the ribs. Romy looked up from her book to see who her cousin meant. She was still researching the wards for the room they had found to get them all out of the dormitories. The urgency for this had decreased slightly seeing as they were all sleeping together in the Slytherin dormitory but she still thought it worth her time to try and figure it out, just in case.
“Who?” Harry asked, looking up from his dinner and glancing between his friends as if it might be one of them.
“Lover boy,” Clayton said, grinning at his best friend in mocking.
“Oh, he so has it bad for you,” Draco said, joining in, a sly expression on his face.
“Who are we talking about here?” Daphne chimed in, not liking being left in the dark, particularly something that was managing to make Prince look both confused and annoyed.
“That’s what I’d like to know,” Harry said, glaring between Clayton and Draco, which only made them laugh.
“Like you don’t know,” Draco said, unable to believe that Harry was really clueless about how Diggory obviously felt. Even without knowing what the head boy had done, he would have been able to read it from the expression on Diggory’s face. “He got you out of History of Magic, do you honestly believe that the head boy would do that for just anyone?”
“Don’t be stupid, we’re friends,” Harry told him dismissively; feeling somewhat annoyed that his friends were taking it all so completely out of context.
“I think he wants to be more than friends with you,” Clayton said pointedly, looking to Harry as if trying to figure out if his best friend really was that clueless or he just didn’t think that anyone other than Fenrir could ever feel something like that for him.
“Yeah, well, I doubt that,” Harry said with obvious disbelief. He was far too used to Clayton trying to wind him up to buy into something so ridiculous. “And even if he did, I’m spoken for,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, the mysterious boyfriend,” Astoria said in a sing song voice, “maybe you should invite him on the next Hogsmeade weekend,” she suggested hopefully. She couldn’t imagine anything better than meeting the mysterious boyfriend that Harry kept talking about but who didn’t even have a name.
“Maybe I will,” Harry said, casting a glance over at Blaise who gave him a rather dirty look before turning back to his dinner and conversation with Theodore Nott. “When is the next Hogsmeade weekend?” he asked curiously, realising he didn’t know.
“This weekend,” Daphne supplied helpfully, looking rather dubious at the suggestion that Harry might bring Fenrir Greyback for a day out in Hogsmeade to meet them all; the thought was damn near terrifying.
“I think we’re all going to be too busy for Hogsmeade this weekend,” Clayton said with a wide smile, by passing the vegetables on his plate and going straight for the lamb chops.
“Why, what’s going on this weekend?” Astoria asked curiously, obviously a little disappointed that she wouldn’t be meeting the mysterious boyfriend of Harry’s. Her sister however seemed utterly relieved.
“Family stuff,” Romy said quickly, she didn’t want to give Clay or Harry any opportunity to give any smartass remarks that could have given away their secret.
“Oh, OH,” Daphne said as it dawned on her and Draco just laughed.
“Why do you know what they are up to?” Pansy asked with a look of disapproval. She really didn’t like how much time Daphne and Draco were spending with Prince and his sidekicks.
“Because they trust Draco and I not to go spreading it around,” Daphne said with a knowing expression. Pansy was hardly an expert in keeping anything quiet and from the petulant look on the girl’s face it was clear that this was not the first time someone had used that as a reason not to tell her something.
“I want to know,” Astoria said, doing her very best not to pout. It was rather frustrating that her older sister knew what was going on when Daphne wasn’t even really friends with any of them. And yet, despite being friends with Romy, she was told nothing. “I won’t say anything, I really can keep a secret.” she promised, looking imploringly at her Ravenclaw friend.
“No,” Daphne said quickly before Romy could respond. “Trust me, you don’t want to know,” she added when Astoria went to protest. Not that it stopped her anyway.
“Yes I do,” Astoria insisted, crossing her arms over her chest indignantly.
“He’s still staring,” Clayton whispered, eyeing Cedric over Harry’s shoulder.
“Will you shut up,” Harry hissed, getting annoyed that Clay was being so persistent; he couldn’t even work out what had given his best friend such a stupid idea in the first place. Draco did nice things for him, but that didn’t mean that the blond fancied him and he was struggling to see the difference. “He doesn’t fancy me!”
Clayton snorted in amusement at Harry’s denial. “Then why is he coming over?” he asked smugly, nodding his head towards the Hufflepuff table.
“What?” Harry asked, astounded, turning to see that Clayton was right, Cedric was making his way towards them.
“Any money he’s coming over to ask you out,” Draco said with a wicked glint in his eye; Harry just glared at him, wanting nothing more than to flick mashed potato in his eye.
“Maybe I should take you up on that and win back my ten galleons,” Harry said grumpily. He had been nothing more than a little disappointed to have lost that bet against his friend, but he wouldn’t mind getting his money back, that was for sure.
Draco laughed. “You would have to pay me them first, Prince,” he pointed out. he didn’t think that Harry would actually try to skimp out on paying what he owed but it was fun to taunt him about it anyway.
“I will,” Harry assured him, “just been a bit busy getting knocked out cold by a bludger if you remember.” Between his overnight stay in the medical wing and then classes all day, he hadn’t yet had a chance to pay up. He made a mental note to do that as soon as they got back to the common room; he had lost fair and square after all.
“Yes, convenient that,” Draco teased, to which Harry just rolled his eyes.
“Hello, Harry,” Cedric said as he reached their table; smiling happily when Harry looked up at him. “Are you feeling better now? You gave us all quite a fright,” he told the younger teen; it really had been quite worrying to watch Harry in free fall that way, though he had been quite impressed by Malfoy managing to catch him and slow his fall.
“Yes, erm… thank you,” Harry said, mentally cursing Draco and Clayton for putting ideas in his head. He had been perfectly comfortable around Cedric before and now he found himself a little flustered. “Oh, and thanks for the 'get well' sweets.”
“I second that,” Clayton said, raising his glass in appreciation. Harry glared at him lightly and Clay turned back to his dinner with an amused chuckle.
“You’re very welcome,” Cedric said, getting a little red in the face as he struggled to get the next bit out.
Harry’s stomach dropped as he start to realise what was happening; that maybe Clayton and Draco’s speculation might not have been as ridiculous as he had though. Clayton was sniggering into his pumpkin juice and Harry just wanted to kick him, hard.
“I don’t suppose you have plans this weekend do you?” the head boy asked, looking hopeful though rather anxious.
Now even Draco was trying his hardest not to laugh; Harry shot them both death glares and Romy even clipped Clayton round the ear for good measure. She couldn’t say she was exactly approving of Harry being asked out on dates when he was mated to her Alpha but she didn’t think it was very nice to laugh at the head boy who was obviously flustered and more than a little nervous.
“Erm, I’m kind of busy this weekend, family stuff,” he said apologetically and he meant it too; he liked spending time with Cedric. “I’m really sorry, maybe next time?”
“Oh,” Cedric said, looking slightly surprised, but pleased not to have been rejected outright. “Yes, next time, that would be good.” There was a bit of an awkward moment of silence where no-one knew what to say, which was punctured but the soft sounds of Clayton and Draco doing their best not to actually laugh. “I’ll… well have fun with the family stuff,” Cedric said, clearly looking to get away from the others, even if he did want to spend time with Harry. “Hope it is nothing too serious, with the family I mean. I’ll see you around?”
“Sure, see you around,” Harry agreed, as Cedric gave him a smile and a wave, as he headed for the doors out of the Great Hall. Draco and Clay were still struggling to keep from laughing and both seemed rather smug, wearing remarkably similar smirks on their faces. “Shut up, both of you,” Harry said, kicking Clay in the leg and giving Draco a shove.
“Well we did try to tell you,” Draco pointed out.
“He just asked if I was free, probably just to go to Hogsmeade; that doesn’t mean he fancies me,” Harry insisted. “We are just friends and he didn’t actually even say Hogsmeade, he asked if I was free at the weekend; he might have just wanted to… I don’t know, study or something.”
“I think they might be right on this one, Harry,” Romy told him gently, thinking it was rather cute how oblivious he was. She was certainly glad that he hadn’t intentionally led the head boy on. Though she thought that it might be best for Harry to be honest with Cedric and tell the head boy that he was spoken for.
“Yeah, and you agreed to ‘next time’,” Clay reminded him. “You might want to take that back before… your boyfriend hears about it.”
“Just. Friends!” Harry said sternly, stabbing his fork into his dinner rather more forcefully than was needed. “And you won’t dare tell Fe- my boyfriend, anything. I mean it, Clayton; you know how he gets.”
“Just make sure Cedric knows where things stand between you, okay, Harry?” Romy pleaded; it would be better for everyone if Harry’s unavailability and Cedric’s interest were dealt with sooner rather than later. “Because you’re right, your boyfriend wouldn’t react well.” She could easily see the Alpha removing them from the school over something like this, at the very least. At worst the Alpha might remove the problem, which would not bode well for Cedric.
“Please tell me that you believe me, Romy,” Harry said, looking a little hurt. It had been one thing for Clayton and Draco making jokes about it, but he didn’t want his pack sister thinking he was interested in anything more than friendship with Cedric. “You’re my last hope,” he told her, “these idiots are driving me mad. There is nothing between Cedric and me.”
“I believe you, Harry,” she assured him, “but I just don’t think Cedric believes there is nothing between you,” she added gently, placing a hand on his arm.
“I would never… you know that right,” Harry said pathetically, hating the idea that any member of their family might think he would actually cheat on Fen. “Not to him.”
“Prince, Danes, Howard, a word if you will,” Professor McGonagall said, towering over them; Professor Slughorn and Professor Flitwick were standing just behind her. The three who had been called turn to look at her with rather confused expressions; however, as Harry looked to Draco, wondering what they had done wrong now, he caught sight of Blaise, who was smirking at them.
Narrowing his eyes at the Slytherin, who seemed far too pleased with himself, he joined Clayton and Romy in standing up. Romy shoved her book into her bag and Clay stuffed as much food into his mouth as possible before the three werewolves followed the Professors out of the room.
“What’s this about?” Harry asked, trying not to sound too demanding as they were ushered into an empty classroom and told to sit down. The three Professors remained standing however, all of them looking rather disapproving.
“Calm down, Mr Prince,” Slughorn said, giving the teenager a stern look; he was not best pleased that they were having to have this conversation at all and was not going to tolerate any attitude from the three students.
“We’ve received a rather serious complaint,” Professor McGonagall informed them curtly and expression of strong disapproval on her face, one that Clayton, at least, was quickly becoming familiar with.
“Complaint?” Romy asked, sounding rather confused. “About all three of us?” She might have expected it from the other two but she didn’t think that she had done anything since arriving at the school that would warrant someone complaining about her.
“Yes, Miss Howard, about all three of you,” Professor Flitwick clarified, sounding rather disappointed. Romy even had the decency to look a little ashamed; clearly Professor Flitwick was not accustomed to having the students in his house complained about.
“Who the fuck complained about us?” Clayton asked sounding rather infuriated.
“Language, Mr Danes,” Professor McGonagall chastised; she was not used to even the most brash of her students speaking to her in such a way.
“The complaint was put to me yesterday afternoon,” Professor Slughorn explained to them. “Another student is unhappy that the three of you have been sleeping in the same bed. He believes that there are some rather unsavoury things happening between the three of you.”
“Unsavoury things, yeah right. And so what? We’re sharing a bed,” Harry challenged, feeling frustrated. He had a fair idea who was behind this complaint and their real reasoning. “You know what we are, you know we need different things. What’s the big deal?”
“The big deal, Mr Prince,” McGonagall said, her lips having gone thin with her discontent, “is that there have been complaints.” She had never heard of anything of the like before, three students sharing a bed. As far as she was aware it was unheard of for even two students to share a bed.
“Then give us a room to ourselves, the three of us,” Harry said defiantly; if this complaining student really had a problem with the three of them sharing a bed, then moving them into their own room would surely solve that issue.
“The headmaster has already said that that cannot happen,” Professor McGonagall said sternly. Just because the three of them were werewolves didn’t mean that they were going to get much in the way of special treatment. They were already going home for full moons and she couldn’t understand why Albus hadn’t just put them in the shrieking shack and dosed them up with potions like he had with Remus Lupin.
“Well then tell him either we sleep where we like or we go home,” Harry said stubbornly. He was going to stand his ground on this issue. None of them had slept well before they had come to sleep together and Harry wasn’t going to allow Romy of Clayton to go back to being sleep deprived and miserable just because they were all separated.
“Harry?” Romy hissed under her breath; she really hoped he knew what he was doing because he was gambling on his chance for answers. This would have all been for naught if they just went home now.
“We are a pack of werewolves and Dumbledore invited us here, damn near demanded that we attend this stupid school, he knew what we were before we came, we never hid it, if he isn’t prepared to make allowances for that then we go home,” Harry said firmly. Clayton and Romy nodded their understanding, they would respect his authority over them on this decision; it was Harry they were there for in the first place.
Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes at Harry; the boy was irritatingly stubborn but the headmaster had been perfectly clear on the matter. “I do not think that Headmaster Dumbledore will be…”
“I didn’t ask for your opinion, I’m telling you how it is,” Harry said with determination. “I suggest you speak with your great and powerful leader,” he went on, with a heavy dose of sarcasm, “and find out his thoughts on the matter. I am sure he will find it in his heart to see things our way.”
McGonagall’s lips became a pinched line, but it was Slughorn who spoke, his tone expressing the outrage he felt at the teenagers nerve. “You cannot just dictate…”
“I think you’ll find I can,” Harry told him with absolute certainty. “Because believe me with everything I know, you need me a hell of a lot more than I need you. I could turn around and walk away right now and not care at all, in fact I would quite like to go back to my family, but there is a reason Dumbledore wanted me here. Maybe you should try asking him what that is.”
Harry knew that he couldn’t exactly turn around and walk away, not with his father still alive out there somewhere and in the hands of Dumbledore but these idiots weren’t to know that. Not that Harry trusted them; they were too close to the headmaster to be trusted with anything and he wasn’t about to be bossed around by them.
“You are here to ensure that you receive a proper education,” McGonagall told him stiffly. She was not in the habit to allow students to talk to her with such disrespect. She was beginning to think that she didn’t care who this boy was or what purpose Albus wanted him for; she really didn’t like him or his attitude.
Harry snorted in disbelief at the woman’s ignorance. “I see the headmaster is no more capable with be honest with his staff than he is with me,” he said casually. “That’s good to know.” He had half believed the staff were complicit in the headmasters scheming but he was starting to get the impression that they might be being manoeuvred around as much as he was; not that he had much sympathy for them; if they weren’t able to see Dumbledore’s games for themselves then that was their problem.
“I am perfectly well informed, Mr Potter,” she said, sounding as though she truly believed that and Harry scowled at the use of the name Potter, having believed that he was past that nonsense already. “You would do well to remember…”
“To remember what?” Harry challenged, interrupting her. “That I’ve been manipulated into coming here against my will, that all three of us would rather be with our family, our pack?”
“You don’t know what it is like for us, being cooped up in stone buildings, made to sleep alone,” Romy tried to explain, hoping to appeal to them on a more rational level, because Harry’s anger was clearly getting them nowhere. “Surely we are within our rights to sleep wherever and with whoever we like as long as no rules are being broken and no elicit activities are being preformed?”
“Werewolves have no rights,” Slughorn stated simply. He had had quite enough of these werewolves, who seemed completely ungrateful for the place at Hogwarts they had been very kindly granted and were now demanding extra privileges.
“If we have no rights then why were we forced to come here, supposedly in the name of our right to an education?” Harry demanded to know, in truth no one had demanded anything of Clay or Romy, but Dumbledore had insisted he come and so his pack siblings had followed without question. But it really did matter what their motivations had been at that moment when compared with being told they had no rights.
“I am sure many of us would be quite happy to see you leave,” Slughorn said snappishly, never having known such rudeness towards himself or his fellow professors.
“Prejudiced bastards,” Clay said angrily, his teeth grinding together and fists clenched as he resisted his urge to try and stretch his hands all the way around the man’s wide neck and strangle him.
“Which actually brings us back to my point,” Harry said firmly, torn between wanting to see Clay lay into the man and really hoping is best friend could resist the urge to resort to violence. “It is Dumbledore who wants me here; if he wants me to stay, we sleep wherever we like. If he can’t agree to that then let me know and we will be gone within the day.”
With that he got to his feet, taking Romy’s hand and leading her out of the room. Clayton paused only long enough to make a rather rude gesture with his middle finger at the three professors before following after them.
“Please tell me it wasn’t just me that wanted to bite them,” Clayton said bitterly, his jaw still clenched from the anger he felt; he could head his blood pumping in his ears. “Would have served them right,” he stated, letting himself daydream for a moment about the horrified looked that would have surely crossed the professors’ faces.
“Nope, not just you,” Harry said through his own clenched teeth as they walked away. If he hadn’t walked away at that point then he might not have been able to control his temper anymore and he knew that Clay wouldn’t have either. Leaving had been the best option for all three of them... and the professors.
“Well thank you both for holding back,” Romy said, allowing herself to be dragged away by Harry, Clayton just beside her, both of them staying close to her, almost protectively.
“I bet it was Zabini; he has been giving me looks ever since I told him I didn’t want to fuck him. I swear I’m going to kill him,” Harry said, clearly infuriated as the three of them headed for Slytherin common room.
“I will just be glad to get out of here in a few days, even if it is just for the full moon,” Clayton said, Harry and Romy both nodding their agreement with the sentiment; they had missed their family and they were all looking forward to being back in the territory for a short while.
The only thing that stopped him from going back and ripping of the three Professor’s heads for what they had said and how they had acted was thinking that all he had to do was get through tomorrow and then he would be back in the territory, back with Fenrir. It was one the one thing that was keeping him going; he needed his mate and to be in the Alpha’s arms.
FGHP
Lucius stood outside the entrance to Abraxus’ nursery, with the pendant artefact in his hand. The magical artefact expert had been of great help, as always, and ensured its authenticity, but even then it had taken some time to actually figure out how to use it. He had tested it on a few wards he had thrown up himself and so far had been successful in passing through all of them, but stepping through the ones that Narcissa had placed was another matter altogether.
Activating the pendant and holding it firmly in one clenched fist, he reached out; he sighed in relief when he was able to take hold of the door handle. Twisting it, he heard the door click open. He pressed against the door with his walking stick, so that it swung open, revealing the room beyond to his eyes. There was no reaction to the door opening and so it seemed a safe assumption, particularly given the late hour, that Narcissa was sleeping.
He smirked. Mr Howard had been correct; it really was quite a remarkable artefact. Ensuring that the pendant was still active, he took a cautious step over the threshold, delighted to find that the wards provided no resistance to him. He looked down at the artefact in his hand, thinking to himself that it really had been worth every Knut it had cost him; and that really was rather a lot of Knuts even by his standards.
He turned slowly, taking in the room; it was not all that different from when it had been Draco’s room. The sight brought back memories of a time when he had had hope for the future he would lead, when he had still believed he could simply forget Chloe and learn to love Narcissa like the respectable Malfoy heir he was raised to be. He had sacrificed so much to create a family with Narcissa and had been determined to do everything he could to ensure their safety so that it wouldn’t have been for nothing.
But the years had made him bitter and resentful. Despite his best efforts, he had never learned to love his wife, like his father had promised him he would be able to, and he could barely look at Draco without wondering what had become of his other child.
He took in the sight on the bed, where Narcissa was curled up asleep, as he had expected; she was undeniably beautiful, but would never be Chloe. Instead he redirected his attentions to the crib, peering down at the sleeping infant inside. Abraxus. The name just made him feel even more bitter about the life he had been forced into; it reminded him of his father, Abraxas, the man who had inadvertently torn him from Chloe by choosing to marry him off to Narcissa.
In a moment of rage he imagined reaching down and taking his anger out on the tiny child, though he knew that it would do him no good; it would not make him feel better and this particular Abraxus was not the one he was angry at. His father was dead and buried now, and beyond the reach of the rage in Lucius’ heart. And Lucius had made peace with the fact that he would never love this child any more than he loved Draco. His heart was with Chloe and their child. He didn’t even know where they were but he was glad that they weren’t here.
The Dark Lord couldn’t touch them wherever they were and he was glad of that. It was the one small mercy that he could be grateful for in the mess that his life had become. A life where he raped his wife and beat his eldest son, not to mention fantasised about murdering his infant child while he slept. He had never wanted to become like this, he knew he was a monster of a man, but it just didn’t matter anymore. He just hoped that whatever pit of hell his father had ended up in that he was proud of the man his son had become.
He turned from the crib, back to the bed, and approached his sleeping wife. He had been denied the small benefit of being a married man for too long and he would take what was rightfully his. Climbing onto the mattress and straddling the sleeping woman, he leaned down close to speak into her ear.
“Wake up, my love,” he said, spitting out the last word with disgust. “Time to do your wifely duty, that you have been shirking for too long.”
FGHP
“They want to see me again,” Romy said as she scanned over the letter that had just been delivered to her at the breakfast table on Friday morning.
“Who does?” Clayton asked with a scowl. Ever since the whole Colin Creevey incident Clay really hadn’t liked the idea of anyone seeing Romy in that way and he was being even more protective of her than usual, something Harry had to remind him to get under control a little more as he wasn’t even acting remotely human about it anymore.
“My biological parents,” Romy explained, frowning at the parchment as if it had wronged her. “They want to see me tomorrow,” she told them, not really knowing how she felt any of it at the moment.
“That solves that problem then,” Harry said simply, trying to cheer his pack sister up a little; it was worrying him quite a bit, how much the whole birth parents thing was getting to her. “We’re busy tomorrow, we’re being collected from the headmaster's office after breakfast,” he pointed out, thinking that at least she had a really good excuse not to meet with them this time.
“I guess,” Romy said, thinking it over a little. “Let’s just hope they don’t cause a fuss about it when I tell them I can’t,” she said as she folded the letter and put it down, going back to her breakfast, pushing the scrambled eggs around her plate moodily.
“Do you know who’s picking us up tomorrow?” Clayton asked, really hoping that it might be his Dad. Despite all of his bravado he really did miss his Dad and he couldn’t wait to get home; it was just a bonus that he was getting away from Hogwarts, the Gryffindors and that it was a full moon.
“I get to see Mum and Dad,” Romy said, breaking into a huge smile at the thought. “No prizes for guessing who you’re excited to see,” she said to Harry teasingly.
“Yeah, I have really missed Micha,” Harry said with a forlorn sigh, but a grin on his face. In truth he really had missed his fellow submissive and would be glad to see him, but it was the idea of being in Fen’s arms again that made him feel a little bit tingly all over.
“Micha isn’t the one who’s going to fuck you senseless when we get back though,” Clay said with a wink to his best friend, recognising the besotted expression on Harry’s face as his friend got lost in his thoughts for a moment. He still found it a little bit disturbing but having the material to mock Harry made the terrible mental images a little more tolerable.
“Do you really have to be quite so crude, Clayton?” Romy asked with exasperation. She didn’t actually think he would change but it was worth asking, because she really didn’t like to think about what Harry and the Alpha got up to in private. Honestly, anything sexual still made her feel somewhat uncomfortable, though she was surprised to realise that since the attack on boxing day she was finding herself assurance in such matters again; not that she would be doing anything of that nature herself in the near future.
“Besides, I am sure Micha would if I asked nicely,” Harry said with a devious smirk.
“Harry!” Romy exclaimed, somehow still managing to be shocked by her pack brother’s attitude, which was definitely not typical submissive behaviour.
Harry and Clayton both laughed. Harry had no interest in Micha that way and he sure hoped that his fellow submissive hadn’t had those kind of thoughts about him either, but he suspected that Micha would be up for winding up the dominant males if it ever came to it. Though, Harry thought with a wince, that might just be pushing the Alpha’s limits and might not be advisable for Micha’s safety.
“Don’t let your boyfriend hear you say that,” Clayton warned. “He is jealous of how close you and Micha are as it is.”
“He’s seriously jealous of Micha?” Harry asked, almost disbelievingly. He knew that Fenrir was rather possessive but jealous over Micha? It was a ridiculous notion, though one that Harry decided he would file away just in case he needed something to use against the Alpha later.
“You really are oblivious aren’t you, Harry?” Romy said affectionately. “Yes, he’s a little jealous of how close you and Micha are, I think it was all the hand holding and the cuddling that did it,” she said, unable to withhold the slight amusement in her tone.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Well that’s because Bossy Boots is an idiot, I don’t feel that way for Micha,” he assured them. He loved Micha but the idea of actually doing anything truly sexual with his fellow submissive was more than a little weird. Though he had images of making out with him just to rile up the Alpha, and those definitely weren’t entirely objectionable. He actually thought it might be fun, especially Fenrir’s reaction to it.
“What about Cedric, do you feel that way for him?” Clayton teased and Harry smacked him over the head, glaring at him. Cedric was not a topic of conversation that he was willing to discuss, ever.
“Drop it, Clay,” Harry growled. “Seriously, if Fen’s jealous over Micha just imagine what his reaction would be about Cedric. And it’ll be your fault for not keeping him away from me too,” Harry reminded him.
“Stop it, both of you,” Romy insisted, not in the mood for their stupid banter. “If either of you spoil this trip home then I am going to make you regret it for at least the next month; and remember, you will be stuck with me here at school, with no Dads or boyfriends to protect either of you.”
“Miss Howard…” an unwelcome voice said from behind them.
“What?” Romy snapped, turning around to glare at the person who had interrupted them, only to find herself face to face with Dumbledore. “Sorry, sir,” she said quickly, looking a little sheepish for having almost yelled at a teacher, the headmaster at that too.
Harry and Clayton both looked a little relieved at the interruption. They were under no delusion that Romy was not a witch or a werewolf to be trifled with. Her threats were not to be taken lightly, especially not when they slept together every night, she would make them pay if they ruined the weekend back at home. It had perhaps been unwise to give her a guide to pranks for Christmas.
Dumbledore looked at her seriously with a pinched expression. “I have given excuses to your parents; they are no longer expecting to meet with you this weekend,” he told her in rather clipped tones; it was unclear whether this was because of the need to give excuses to her parents or the way she had spoken to him though. Perhaps it was a combination of both that made the headmaster disapprove so strongly.
“Oh… thank you, sir,” Romy responded, glad that she didn’t have to attempt to explain things to them herself even if it was rather intrusive of the headmaster to have done so on her behalf.
“Mr Prince, perhaps we could arrange a time that is convenient for you where we could meet and have a discussion?” Dumbledore asked, turning to look at Harry who was staring back at the headmaster incredulously.
“I’m a bit busy right now but I’ll be in touch,” he said before turning his back on the elderly wizard, giving his attention to his breakfast and also to Draco who had just sat down with them, Daphne in tow.
“It would be advisable for you to watch your attitude,” Dumbledore said, warning clear in his voice. “It would be unfortunate if I was to revoke certain allowances that had been made on behalf of your… family.” The headmaster hesitated on the last word, giving Clayton and Romy a pointed look; he didn’t like the life that Harry had found himself in one bit and it was frustrating him no end just how it had complicated his plans; once again he found himself mentally cursing Severus Snape’s meddling.
“And it would be unfortunate if I told you exactly where you can shove your threats,” Harry said in a pleasant tone smiling at the headmaster sweetly. Like hell he was going to be pushed around and bullied into doing anything for the bastard who destroyed the life he had in Ingleton, who kidnapped and was now probably torturing his father, and who continued to manipulate everyone around him.
Dumbledore looked furious and went to grab the back of Harry’s robes with the intention of dragging him from the hall to somewhere where they could speak more frankly about the state of things, but Clayton was quicker, and took a firm grip on the headmaster’s wrist. He hadn’t meant to do it, it had been instinctual to protect his best friend and mate to the Alpha. He was here to do a job and this was it.
“I really wouldn’t do that… sir,” Clayton said pointedly, snarling and showing off his teeth. A growl was coming from Romy too as her own protective instincts kicked in, and Harry simply looked momentarily stunned; he had known the two of them would protect him, but things were clearly getting out of hand fast.
“With all due respect,” Harry said, thinking that there was absolutely none due at all as he looked up at the old man smugly, “you might want to back away slowly. My family is a little… protective.” He heard a poorly covered snort of amusement from Draco across the table, who seemed to think that this might be a bit of an understatement.
“Very well, Mr Prince, we shall play this your way. Perhaps I will see you next week,” Dumbledore said, clenching his jaw together with tension. Harry was going to pay for his attitude, the headmaster was sure of that. Of course he couldn’t touch the boy, at least not directly but he could make his little friends suffer and he intended to.
“As I said, I’ll be in touch,” Harry said pointedly, ensuring that he made eye contact with the twinkling blue eyes. Then he felt something and it was familiar to him because it was how his father had taught him how to control his mind and delve into other people’s.
He almost surprised himself with how quickly he pulled up a wall to stop the headmaster from getting into his head; Harry felt a smug satisfaction when he saw the surprise on the old man’s face when he ran right into it. Dumbledore definitely looked shocked but, despite the anger he felt over the attempted intrusion, Harry just looked smug.
“Anything else I can help you with, Sir?” Harry asked with deliberate politeness, showing no outward sign that anything untoward had occurred between the two. It would have been easy to make a scene about it, but that would have come across as little more than a temper tantrum and right now he had the position of power; he would revel in leaving the headmaster unsettled and confused.
That Severus would have taught Harry these kinds of magic was not something that the headmaster had been expecting at all, and for Harry to have repelled him so quickly and completely was impressive. Apparently he had hugely underestimated the teenager. He wouldn’t be doing that again that was for sure.
FGHP
“What the fuck is your problem?” Harry growled as Blaise entered the Slytherin common room that evening. With the combination of boring classes and the infuriating headmaster it had been a really bad day. They were all excited for the weekend to come and the day had dragged by.
It had however given Harry plenty of time to think of a hundred and one ways to take his revenge on Blaise. To say that the young werewolf was furious was probably an understatement. He hadn’t gone running to tell the teachers after Blaise attacked him, he had just ignored him but he couldn’t ignore this. Blaise was purposefully making their lives at the school more difficult than they needed to be and Harry was furious.
His fellow Slytherin had avoided him the evening before as if he knew that what he had done would be paid back in kind and he wanted to give the three werewolves time to cool off or at least be separated. Little had he known that that wasn’t about to happen. He also seemed to underestimate just how pissed off the werewolves would be at what he had done.
He had never been one to back down from a fight when one presented itself though and as such Blaise squared up to Harry, puffing out his chest, thinking that because he was bigger than the other teenager that he was also stronger. Blaise might have known that Harry was a werewolf but that didn’t mean he was too clued up about the species; not many people were, given the inaccuracy of a lot of the information available. He knew that their bites were contagious but he had no idea how much stronger they were than the average witch or wizard. The biggest mistake Blaise made was assuming the because of Harry’s size he wasn’t that much of a threat.
“Harry, don’t,” Romy pleaded, trying to get to them to hopefully prevent a full on fight from breaking out; however, Clayton held her back, not wanting her to get hurt. Besides, he wanted to tear Blaise apart himself, after all that Zabini had done to his pack brother and best friend, so he wasn’t about to stop Harry from doing it. If he couldn’t inflict the damage himself then he was going to take pleasure in someone else taking care of it.
Clay was absolutely livid about what Zabini had tried to do, and it was only out of respect for Harry’s wishes that he hadn’t done anything to the other Slytherin before now, but all bets were off now. Blaise had stepped over the line in his attempt to cause trouble and separate the three of them; enough was enough.
“Got a problem, Prince?” Zabini sneered, looking down his nose at the shorter teenager, who was glaring up at him with his anger sparkling in his emerald green eyes.
“Yeah, I do. I have a problem with you running and telling tales to the teachers just because I won’t let you in my pants,” Harry hissed about ready to launch himself at the pompous Slytherin. They had gained quite an audience by now, the other Slytherin students gathering around them, whispering and muttering between themselves, wondering what the hell was going on.
“Like I would ever want to get in your pants,” Blaise retorted with a sneer that bared his teeth. “You’re filth!” he exclaimed with disgust. Harry clenched his fists at his sides, posed and ready to attack.
“That wasn’t what you were saying the other day,” Harry pointed out, not remotely impressed by Zabini’s show of aggression; if the snobbish arse was stupid enough to try to go head to head with a werewolf then that was his problem. “You were all ready to force yourself on me,” he went on saying through gritted teeth. He could hear Clayton beside him, still holding Romy back, growling in anger at hearing this and not having Blaise deny it.
Gasps of shock and horrified whispers broke out in the watching crowd. Vaguely Harry heard someone shouting to go and get Slughorn but he paid very little attention to them, he really didn’t care whether there was a teacher here or not. He rip Blaise apart limb by limb if he got the opportunity. Harry despised violence and on any other occasion was very against it but Blaise Zabini was a special case and deserved any pain and suffering dealt to him.
“Let’s see you prove that,” Zabini said angrily. He couldn’t help but think that if he had known that Prince was nothing more than a mindless beast then he could have saved himself the trouble. Now, however, it was his goal to have all three of them removed from the school by any means necessary.
“I don’t have to,” Harry said looking Blaise up and down with an expression of pure disgust. “We both already know you aren’t strong enough to make me do anything,” he pointed out. “It wasn’t me who ended up unconscious on the floor remember.”
“Luck,” Blaise hissed, “it was pure luck.” Though there was a tenseness in his body that Harry didn’t miss; if Zabini wanted to lie to himself or remain in denial about being beaten so easily by him, that was quite okay with Harry.
“Of course it was,” Harry said patronisingly with a half amused roll of his eyes. “It couldn’t be that I’m just better than you or anything,” he said sarcastically, knowing that nothing he said would make the blindest bit of difference to Blaise’s view of how things went down.
“You should watch that mouth of yours, Prince,” Zabini warned and Harry had to genuinely hold back a derisive laugh at how petty the other boy sounded. “I would hate to lose my temper and accidentally let something slip, unless you want everyone to know exactly what you are.”
“Maybe it is you who should watch their mouth, Zabini,” he suggested, really having heard enough of what Blaise had to say for himself already. “Or I might let Clayton shut it for you.”
“Letting your little bodyguard fight your battles?” Blaise said, with an expression of supposed superiority on his face, but Harry had already seen that line coming before he had even spoken and rolled his eyes at the predictable answer. The fact of the matter was that Clayton did fulfil the role of bodyguard, there was no denying that. It was just another way Fenrir showed how much he cared, in his own possessive way. Harry didn’t mind it being pointed out, even by the likes of Blaise who meant it as an insult.
“No, not at all, it’s just that I already kicked your arse once; a repeat performance would be boring,” Harry said with a dismissive shrug, enjoying the tinkle of laughter that spread through the gathered students. “Particularly given how quick you went down the last time,” he added, tapping his finger on his chin in mock thought. “Thinking about it, it’s probably a good thing I had no interest in sleeping with you if that's how long you last.”
“You wouldn’t even get me hard you disgusting were...” However, Blaise never got to finish his sentence as Clayton and Harry leapt at him, fists flying, hitting every inch of Blaise that they could reach. There was no way they were going to allow Blaise of all people to spill their secret to the entire of Slytherin House. Both Harry and Clayton were prepared to do whatever it took to shut him up.
“No!” Romy cried out as her pack brothers dove into a fight that she had wanted them to avoid. The problem was that she knew that neither of her pack brothers would be listening to her now that they were brawling with Zabini.
Though she had to admit that she was half tempted to join in with pummelling Blaise; after everything that he had done, even she could admit that he deserved it, but she resisted the urge, using her common sense and realising that she had to stop Harry and Clay before they did something they regretted. Two teenage werewolves verse one single wizard was hardly a fair fight; Harry and Clayton could easily kill Blaise if they couldn’t get themselves under control.
Taken by surprise, Zabini didn’t have much of a chance to try and defend himself, not that he would have had much of a chance against the two young werewolves. He tumbled backwards, his head hitting the floor just before Clayton pulled back a fist and punched him in the jaw. Harry was pinning him down and about to punch him in the gut until he felt a spell hit him squarely in the back.
Confused as to who had cast the spell at him, Harry found himself floating upwards; it took a few seconds for him to realise that Draco was the one levitating him across the room, to where he was deposited carefully and somewhat gently onto one of the sofas. If he hadn’t had been so pissed off about being dragged from the fight then he might have found it sweet that Draco cared enough about him not to be rough when dropping him onto the sofa.
“What the fuck, Draco?” Harry demanded, but the blond ignored him and his angry outburst, having already put a full body lock on Blaise, while Romy followed Draco’s lead and had levitated Clayton away from the fight too. The difference was that Draco had put Harry down, trusting him not to dive right back into the fray whereas Romy knew Clay all too well and kept him floating in mid-air, unable to do anything about it.
“I am not putting you down until you stop yelling at me, Clayton” she told her pack brother firmly, as he continued to shout at her through the silencing spell that Astoria had cast, having had enough of Clayton’s ranting and raving.
Draco calmly walked over to Blaise and stood over him, looking down into his furious eyes. “I’ll let you get up soon, but not just yet.” Draco said as he crouched down and lowered his voice such that only Blaise would be able to hear him. “You leave Harry, Clayton and Romy alone; you drop whatever issue it is you think you have with them and get over it, or else you will find you have an issue with me.”
Draco stood back up with a smug expression of victory on his face, and broke the body bind spell on Blaise, but kept him at wand point just in case. Draco had known Blaise since they were pure-blood children together, he knew not to trust him not to curse him the moment his back was turned. “Problem, Blaise?” he asked almost conversationally, when the other teen continued to stare up at him angrily.
“Why do you care about them?” Blaise demanded to know as he got to his feet, keeping his eyes firmly fixed on Draco’s. He might have been bested in this fight but it was many against just one, he had been ganged up on and he would not show weakness now. He was better than all of them, just maybe not all of them at once.
“Because they’re my friends,” Draco said, before taking a step closer to Blaise with a knowing expression on his face. He could put this in terms that the other Slytherin would understand, because Blaise sure looked confused by the concept of friendship. “Because they are powerful; because they will come out on top when all is said and done and I’ll be by their side, looking down on the likes of you.”
“You know what they are, don’t you?” Blaise asked, his eyes narrowed calculatingly; he had suspected but Draco’s words of their strength all but confirmed it. “They’re vile,” he said angrily, as he stepped back from the blond.
“No, you are the one that is vile for what you tried to do to Harry,” Romy said from where she was keeping an enraged Clayton floating in mid-air, ensuring that he was unable to attack Blaise again. By the looks of him that was exactly what he would have done if he had been released from the levitation spell.
“He’s having threesomes every night in our dorm room! Three cousins sharing a bed every night and you all seem content to just let it happen,” Blaise ranted, looking around in accusation of all those gathered in the Slytherin common room, watching the confrontation. “It’s disgusting! It’s wrong! They don’t belong in this school, let alone amongst the pure-blood elite of this proud house.”
“Umm, they aren’t my cousins,” Harry said, “they’re cousins,” he added motioning between Clay and Romy. “But we are family and we’ll make you sorry you ever said anything about us if you carry on the way you’re going.”
“You’re making a fool of yourself, Blaise,” Daphne said with a pinched expression. She was hardly the werewolves’ biggest fan but the way the Slytherin boy was behaving was disgraceful. Despite her feelings towards Harry, Clayton and Romy she would have much preferred their company to that of Blaise, especially when he was behaving like this.
“Not you too!” Blaise growled in frustration. “They’re monsters for fuck sake!”
“Stupefy!” Harry shouted, having withdrawn his wand, having had enough of the other wizard’s shouting. Blaise crumpled to the floor unconscious; Harry got up and made his way over, standing over the Slytherin looking smug. “Sorry, his voice was getting annoying,” he said with a shrug when Draco turned to give him a questioning look.
It seemed to Romy, that Clayton had at least somewhat got his temper under control; he was no longer yelling, despite Astoria having removed the silencing spell. With a moment of hesitation she placed her cousin back on his feet and broke her spell, resisting the urge to drop him on his head.
Harry had only just been able to control the almost overwhelming desire to kick the knocked out teenager, but Clayton didn’t seem to feel the need to show the same restraint. Storming over towards Blaise the moment Romy released him, he gave the Slytherin bastard one good hard kick to the stomach.
“Was that really necessary?” Romy asked letting out a sigh of exasperation and giving her cousin a look of utter exasperation. She would never admit it, not even to herself, but she almost wished that she didn’t have to be the sensible one and that she could be the one to act impulsively as Clayton did. She would have loved to attempt to kick some sense into Zabini but alas she could not.
“Maybe not, but you can’t deny he deserved it,” Clayton said, his voice little more than a growl as he glared down at the unconscious body.
“Well it is probably best someone takes him to the medical wing,” Draco suggested. Blaise didn’t look that badly hurt, though he did have a bleeding lip and a few nasty looking bruises, but it seemed wise to remove the boy from the situation before things spiralled anymore; that it would make Blaise look weak in front of all the gathered Slytherin students was just an added bonus.
Also Draco was vaguely aware that some of the other students had gone off in an attempt to find Slughorn. If they had been successful in locating him then it wouldn’t be long before he, or another teacher, arrived. As Slytherins they would sort out their own mess and deal with it accordingly. Blaise would be removed for now and sent to the hospital wing and with any luck by the time he returned he would have had a change of heart in regards to the three werewolves.
FGHP
None of the pups could stomach breakfast the next morning, they were all too excited. It was finally Saturday and today was the day that they would be going home. Clayton and Romy would get to see their parents and Harry would get to see the Alpha again. Every inch of the submissive teenager’s body was tingling and it wasn’t just in anticipation of the full moon that evening either.
However, there was something niggling at Harry; they only had this weekend and he wanted to enjoy it. He didn’t want to end up arguing with his mate about anything, especially not Blaise, Dumbledore or anything else Hogwarts related. However, if he was going to make that happen then he was going to have to have words with Clayton and Romy. He didn’t want them to say anything that could cause an argument, though it was more Clay that he was thinking about when it came to this.
“Can we just go now?” Romy asked, giving Harry a pleading look across the table. Sitting still was putting her on edge, and Clayton couldn’t sit still; if they didn’t move soon it was likely he would drag Harry into some scheme to amuse himself. “It isn’t like any of us are going to actually eat anything,” she pointed out.
Harry nodded, getting to his feet, Romy and Clay quickly following suit. If he was going to talk to them it was probably best to be done away from the Great Hall and the majority of prying ears anyway.
“Harry?” Romy questioned, spotting the pensive expression on his face. She had seen it when they were at the Slytherin table but hadn’t want to mention it; he was clearly worrying about something. “What are you over thinking now?” she asked with a gentle smile as he turned to look at her. She knew him so well.
“I was wondering if it would be too much to hope for that we might get through this trip home without somehow pissing Fen off.” Harry broached the subject tentatively, not sure how his two friends would take this, after all he was about to ask them to lie for him, though perhaps avoiding the truth would be a more apt description.
“You always piss him off somehow,” Clayton said jokingly but Harry just glared at him, needing his best friend to take this conversation seriously for at least a few minutes.
“I was more thinking that we should avoid certain subjects,” Harry said gently and he knew by the pensive silence that Romy understood exactly what it was that he was asking and she wasn’t exactly approving.
“Certain subjects?” Romy asked, raising an amused eyebrow. She could read Harry like a book, she knew exactly what he wanted to avoid and she could even understand why but lying… it just didn’t sit right with her.
“Yes, like Blaise, Cedric, Dumbledore, Lupin, my dad being alive…” Harry told her, looking between her and Clayton hopefully; they weren’t refusing outright which he thought was probably a good sign. “I just want to enjoy the weekend,” he explained.
“Luckily so do I, otherwise I wouldn’t be feeling so good about lying to the Alpha,” Romy told him; she needed him to know that she didn’t want to cause unnecessary trouble but if she was asked outright then she wasn’t going to lie about what had been going on. She just hoped that they wouldn’t be required to go into much detail about the goings on at Hogwarts. It was highly possible that they would just be so excited to see them that they wouldn’t bother with demanding huge amounts of detail.
“We wouldn’t be lying,” Harry insisted, knowing that actually lying to the Alpha would be a bad idea that would almost certainly come back to bite them in the arse later. Also he would never ask either of his friends to outwardly lie to Fenrir, not even he would risk that, not any more. “We’d be...”
“Bending the truth?” Clayton supplied, understanding what Harry was getting at. He was actually all for this plan not wanting to have to explain to Fenrir about some of the situations they had gotten in already; explaining the detentions that his Dad would have been informed about was going to be tricky enough as it was.
“Omitting certain details?” Harry suggested as an alternative wording. He was just pleased that Clayton, at the very least, was on his wave length here.
“And you think that that’s wise?” Romy questioned, wanting to be quite certain that Harry had really thought this plan through.
“For my sanity and the Alpha’s good mood, yes. Unless you particularly like Fenrir being in one of his bad moods?” Harry queried, looking over to Romy as they walked, he wanted to be sure that she understood his motives and wasn’t doing it just for kicks.
“Fine,” she agreed, even if she still looked a little unsure. “But if asked a direct question about ANY of those things, then I am not lying,” she told him. There was a line she wasn’t going to cross, not even to make their weekend go smoothly, as nice as that would be.
“I’ll lie,” Clayton said happily, “for the right price, of course.”
“Brownies,” Harry suggested, offering up anything he could think of that might convince Clayton to lie for him, “ice cream sandwiches, a kiss from Romy…”
“HEY!” Romy interrupted, punching Harry in the arm. “That last one is definitely not on the table,” she said firmly. “And no lying, Clayton.” She couldn’t believe Harry had the nerve to offer such a thing, even if he was joking, and she wasn’t entirely sure that he was.
“I’m open to bargaining; I’ll promise not to lie, in exchange for a kiss, a proper kiss, not just a peck to the cheek,” Clayton said with a smile. He had a feeling that he was going to be the one to come out on top in this situation seeing as both Harry and Romy wanted something from him.
“This is entirely your fault, Harry Prince,” Romy said grumpily, crossing her arms over her chest, picking up her pace for a moment so that she could walk a short way in front of her two pack brothers before one of them could make another ridiculous suggestion.
Harry chuckled, jogged a little and caught her up, purely so he could continue mocking her. “You could always just kiss him,” he suggested. Romy groaned, and glared at him. She should have known that nothing would have been able to stop Harry’s devious little mind. “You could make him do anything you wanted if you did,” Harry said with amusement.
Clayton shrugged, easily catching them up and throwing his arm over Romy’s shoulders. “He’s right, you know,” he admitted with a wink, seeing no point in denying it; if it got him a kiss then he would do a lot of things.
“Well you’re just going to have to find something else to motivate you,” Romy said huffily, shrugging him off. “If you are so desperate for kisses, and Harry is desperate to keep his secrets, then why don’t the two of you go make out, and leave me out of it.”
“EWWW,” Harry and Clayton chorused, before looking at each other and laughing.
“I intend on getting plenty of kisses from Fen, thank you very much,” Harry said with a pointed look to Romy who only rolled her eyes.
“And no offence, Harry,” Clay said, before turning to Romy, “but kisses from him would be more of a deterrent than motivation.”
“You’re still not getting kisses from me,” Romy said to Clayton stubbornly. “And I’m still not lying for you,” she added, turning to Harry, “but I won’t go out of my way to say anything to anyone.”
“Thank you,” Harry said gratefully, grabbing her quite suddenly and kissing her temple.
“Fine, I can agree to those terms too,” Clayton said, yelping when Harry grabbed him next and placed a kiss on his temple as well. He batted his now laughing best friend off, but couldn’t help but smile; he would keep Harry’s secrets, he had always intended to, but he would take extra care not to put his foot in it by accident now.
They were almost at the headmaster's study now and that meant that they were almost home. They weren’t sure who was coming to collect them but, whoever it was, they were going to be very happy to see a familiar face regardless of who it belonged to.

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