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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47231 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 8
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the Potterverse, or anything you recognize here. I make no money from this either, sadly. I'm terribly poor. -.-

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‘I’m taking over until after tomorrow, Harry.’ Shiloe said as they paid for their purchases in Zonko’s.
‘Fine.’ Harry thought back with a mental sigh. ‘Do my schoolwork?’
‘Of course!’ Shiloe’s voice sounded scandalized. Shiloe took over as they stepped out of the store, turning to Ron and Hermione. “I have to go somewhere.” He explained. “Anchor business.” He told them at their puzzled looks.
Hermione frowned. “I thought Harry—“ She began, but froze at the glare Shiloe pinned her with.
He quickly cast a Shiloe ward around the three of them. “I have my own business to attend to here, and he got his sweets and toys. Quite a lot of both, in fact.” He pointed out, shaking the bag for emphasis. The items inside rattled, proving that Harry had indeed gotten himself more than enough to make up for the loss of the rest of the trip.
Hermione sighed. “Fine. When will Harry be back?” She asked primly.
Shiloe smirked. “Day after tomorrow. I’ll need to Feed tonight.”
Ron and Hermione both flushed, and Shiloe dispelled the ward, walking away toward where the chaperone he needed to chat with was. The somber man was patiently waiting until he could head back to Hogwarts again. He stopped in a deserted alleyway and cast a disillusionment charm on himself, then headed into the Hog’s Head.
He found Severus in a deserted corner booth, and slid in, then cleared his throat. “Severus.” He said lowly.
Severus’ eyes narrowed. “What are you doing in here? And why do you—Never mind, I know why you have the charm on.” He hissed, his eyes scanning the pub and his lips hardly moving.
Shiloe snorted. “You’ve been avoiding me.” He said calmly. “Why?” He asked.
Severus growled. “I treated you far too roughly. I need to step back and look at why I acted that way with—“
“Maybe because I LIKED it?” Shiloe hissed, sliding closer to Severus so that he could not miss the words, and also so Shiloe could casually brush his wrist against his anchor to get a good reading of his emotional state. Damn Occlumency shields.
“You would have liked my attentions no matter HOW vicious I had been. You are Shiloe.” Severus said firmly. “I have been reading, and have uncovered a few core truths about your kind.”
Shiloe snarled in rage. “Believe what you will, Severus Snape, but know this: I CAN and WILL say no if an anchor treats me in any manner that I feel is unfair to me or themselves. And frankly, Sir, right now I feel that you are being grossly unfair to yourself, as well as to me. Good DAY.” He finished, getting up and stalking out, glad that no one could see the furious tears he was fighting back, a few still escaping.
Severus had been disgusted with himself. He felt as though he had taken advantage of a student under his care, and moreover, he seemed to have conflicting views on his treatment of Shiloe, if his wildly swinging moods were any indicator.
From that one casual touch he had felt intense bouts of both Severus’ horror and lust, mixed in with guilt, longing and anger—at himself for being so divided, Shiloe assumed.
Shiloe growled, but headed to his next stop, cancelling the disillusionment charm on the way as he spelled away the evidence of his emotional outburst.
He stepped into the shop, looking around at the glittering displays of bejeweled inkwells and daggers and wand cases.
“Hello, hello. Such a joy to see a new visitor in my shop!” A short, balding man stepped forward, clapping his hands together in front of his chest as if in prayer and then twining the fingers together.
“Hello.” Shiloe said casually, turning to face the man.
“Harry Potter? It’s an honor, Sir, to have you visit my humble shop—“
Shiloe held up a hand, sighing under his breath. “Please, don’t. I just came looking for some gifts for… Special people. Can you help me find some beautiful gifts for them? Things which are decorative and tasteful, but not useless?”
The man nodded obsequiously. “Of course, of course! My name is Milton, by the way, Mr. Potter.” The man hurried over to one wall and pointed out a display about a foot above his head. “Perhaps one of these? They are wand cases, all made of glass, but as you can see, they are coating jewels, keeping the jewels protected from damage, but still highly visible, so that they serve as decoration and protection against loss of one’s wand at the same time. They are unbreakable, as well as warded with blood wards, and once they have been set, they will not open for anyone whose blood is not linked to the wand it holds. It can be used by a maximum of five different people, and it will remember which blood goes to which wand, and only open for that person once it is in use.” Milton explained.
Shiloe nodded. “That is useful.” He murmured. “What are those vials for?” He asked, pointing to a set of different-colored vials less than a foot away from the wand cases.
“Ahh.” Milton smiled wistfully. “Those are potions vials. Beautiful, aren’t they? Jewels tend to add to the potency of some potions, and add certain additional effects to some. These ones are self-cleaning and unbreakable, and as such, are rather costly. Severus Snape has come in here a few times, and I can tell he wishes for a set, but it is highly unlikely he will ever be able to afford them, on his salary. The set contains three of quartz, two both of ruby and amethyst, and one each of emerald, sapphire, diamond, garnet, citrine and tourmaline.” He finished.
Shiloe whistled lowly. “How much is the set?” He asked.
Milton sighed. “Two hundred galleons. As I said, they are costly.”
Shiloe nodded. “They are. Do you have any jewelry here that serves an additional purpose? Perhaps ones that can act as a means of communication?”
“Yes!” Milton cried enthusiastically, and grabbed Shiloe’s hand, leading him into a back room.
Shiloe detached his hand from the man’s hold with a wince. He was definitely excited and enthused about his shop, and he was hoping that he could impress the great Harry Potter with his wares.
“These are rings and necklaces that can also be used the same way that Muggle cell phones work, if you are familiar with the concept?”
Shiloe smiled. “I am. Go on.”
Milton nodded vigorously. “Yes, well, these can connect to up to twenty other rings or necklaces, and you use them by speaking the name of the person you wish to speak with and an activation phrase or word that the buyer chooses. They are not widely available, but I believe that you would use them for good, being who you are, so I would be willing to sell some to you.” He finished.
“I’ll buy ten of them, two of the wand cases, the one with emeralds and I saw one with rubies, both will do nicely, and the set of potions vials.” Shiloe decided.
Milton’s mouth fell open and his eyes widened, his look turning vaguely worshipful as he calculated his new wealth. “Yes, of course, Mr. Potter.” He breathed. “Which rings would you like?”
*****
Shiloe lowered his bags onto the couch, then sat next to them with a sigh. “That was a most interesting trip.” He sighed, digging into the bags as Sirius perked up in interest. “For you, from Harry.” He said, tossing a smaller bag at Sirius.
Sirius opened it and chuckled darkly. “Oh, wonderful. I’ll put these to GOOD use.”
Shiloe sighed and shook his head. “Here, put this on.” He said, tossing a small, garnet ring to Sirius.
“What is it?” He asked.
Shiloe smirked. “If you say my name, Shiloe, mind you, the other ring is set to ME, not Harry, and the word ‘voco,’ in either order, it will allow me to hear you by carrying your voice directly into my ears. No one else will hear you on my end.” He smirked.
Sirius put it on. “Wow. Pretty complicated magic, that is.” He said.
“I also got you this, but you’ll have to share it with Neville, Cedric and Harry, if they ever want to use it. Possibly others, in the future, as well.” Shiloe mused, holding up the wand case so that it caught the light from the fire, glinting merrily.
“Is that a wand case?” Sirius asked in interest. “It’s pretty.”
Shiloe nodded. “It has blood wards on it. It will tune itself to the blood of the first five people that prick their finger on this,” He pointed to the spike on the top, “And also to the feel of the wands belonging to those people. When it is in use, it will only open to those whose blood matches with the wand inside.”
Sirius stared at in in shock. “How much did all this cost?” He asked.
Shiloe shrugged. “Plenty. But not enough that Harry will notice a change in his vault. I don’t waste money, Sirius. I will buy things, even costly things, for my anchors once in a while, but I am not going to spend more than is practical. With the size of the Potter vault, I’m not in much danger of that.” He finished dryly, heading to go and speak with Lucius.
Sirius shook his head. “Shiloe, you’re going to spoil me.” He mused.
Shiloe turned from Helga’s doorway, staring at Sirius with an unreadable expression. “It’s high time SOMEONE did.” Was all he said.
Sirius sat in silence for a few moments, swallowing against the lump of emotion that had taken up residence in his throat.
*****
Lucius looked up from his book as the door appeared.
“Hey. I came to give you three things. First, this.” Shiloe said, handing over the wand case. “You can share that with Draco, and I may use it sometime, as well. It will guard your wand with blood wards, and can be set to recognize up to five different wand and blood sets.”
Lucius raised an eyebrow. “It’s lovely.”
Shiloe nodded, handing him a jade ring. “This ring is set to mine, and can also accept up to nineteen more of the type. It is a way that we can communicate when I am not near you. Simply say my name and ‘voco’ together and it will let me, and only me, hear you when you speak into it. Speaking the same again will turn it off.”
Lucius accepted the ring and smiled, slipping it onto his left ring finger, holding Shiloe’s gaze all the while.
Shiloe flushed. “And the last thing I came to give you is this news: Harry has agreed to permit us to create a child, provided he is made aware of your identity as soon as you are sure that you carry. He swore not to cause you undue stress or harm you or the babe. But he will want to know who the other parent is to be.”
Lucius sighed. “I had hoped it would not come to that, but I will agree to it. It is a small price to pay to gain so precious a gift, after all.” He replied.
Shiloe took a deep breath, steeling himself for what he now had to admit. “I must be with you tonight. Intimately. There is no more time to wait, I’m afraid.”
Lucius nodded. “Very well. Sit. We have to discuss some things, first.”
Shiloe sat in the armchair across from his.
“I am very particular when it comes to lovers. Luckily, you fit my tastes in the department of looks rather nicely, even though you are a bit younger than I usually accept. I have always held a fondness for dark-haired, slender men. However, there is more to it than simply pleasing my eye. I am a very powerful man, you understand. This carries over into my bed, as well. I have been known in the past to take a pet, rather than a submissive. Do you understand the implications of such an arrangement?” He asked carefully.
Shiloe began to nod, then stopped and shook his head instead. “Not exactly. Could you explain the difference?”
Lucius smiled. “I do not like to cause high levels of pain to my lovers, and will do so only if called for as punishment, but I do require obedience and a certain level of deference to my will. I do not wish for a mindless doll or plaything, but someone who will listen to me and defer to me because they want to, and because they know that I will show my appreciation for an obedient, faithful pet with gifts and sinful pleasures. I like to use restraints, as well as blindfolds and gags, on occasion, and I will expect you to play the role of cherished pet before my other friends of the same lifestyle when I hold play parties at the manor, though I will not hold any until you are comfortable with the idea. You would be expected to sit at my feet, respectful and silent unless addressed, and you would be fed directly from my hands. I treat my pets well, and have had some that were most put out when I wished to terminate the relationship. Now, I have a chance to gain a lifelong pet to cherish and adore, if you can consent to the arrangement.” He finished.
Shiloe pursed his lips. “Well, it sounds nice enough. I will try it. No gags until I request one, please?”
Lucius inclined his head with a smile. “I do not use any accoutrements my first time with a new lover, in any case. The only thing I will do tonight is get you used to the title of pet, and show you that I am a skilled lover.”
Shiloe licked his lips. ‘I wonder if he’s ever used a collar with any of his ‘pets.’’ He thought, but didn’t ask.
Lucius’ eyes darkened slightly as a small smirk graced his lips. “Now, the first test of your obedience, pet.”
Shiloe met his eyes in slight shock. Already?
“You are to leave my rooms, and not come back until eight o’clock. I want you freshly showered and back here then, no excuses. You may talk and spend time with your other anchors, but you are not to allow anyone else to bring you to orgasm, nor are you to bring yourself off. I will see you then, Shiloe.” He said in obvious dismissal.
“Yes…” Shiloe hesitated, not sure what to call Lucius within the new dynamic they shared.
“You may call me ‘Sir.’” Lucius said in slight amusement.
“Yes, Sir.” Shiloe smiled at him, then left.
Shiloe couldn’t contain his smile as he headed out to the common room, and Salazar coughed, drawing his attention.
Shiloe stopped, turning toward the man, who was seated in the armchair he liked to frequent when in solid form.
“Yes?” Shiloe asked in slight annoyance. “I trust you have good reason to shatter a rare moment of perfection in my life?”
“There are two anchors at the door, and a third approaching.” He pointed out.
Shiloe nodded. “Ah, yes. I had Draco tell Blaise, Neville and Cedric that I wanted to see them when I saw him in Hogsmeade. That must be them, then.” He headed for the door.
“I assume your Potions Master is still working things through?” Salazar asked carefully.
Shiloe nodded. “Yes, but I can’t give him much longer before I have to push him into a choice.” He admitted, then opened the door, effectively ending the conversation.
Neville and Cedric ducked in, and Shiloe held the door open as Blaise jogged the rest of the way and came in.
“Draco’ll be here in a minute.” He explained.
Shiloe raised an eyebrow and handed out rings to each of them. “Put these on. I’ll explain what they do when Draco gets here.” He told them as Sirius came out of Godric’s room, his hair dripping water droplets onto his bare chest.
Shiloe stared at him for a long moment, licking his lips as he imagined how those droplets must taste.
“Here I am, let the party begin!” Draco announced, arms flung wide as he kicked the door shut behind himself.
Shiloe handed him a ring and forced himself to concentrate on anything other than Sirius’ wet torso.
Draco took it and stared at it for a second, then looked at Shiloe in confusion. “You’re not proposing to me, right?” He asked.
Shiloe snorted. “No, it’s not a joining ring, are you crazy? We aren’t even old enough for that yet!”
Draco’s face flushed. “I knew that.” He muttered, putting the ring on. “So, does it do anything interesting besides sparkle?” He asked.
“As a matter of fact, it does. All of you now, except Severus, who is STILL being a fucking arse, have one. If you say ‘voco Shiloe’ or ‘Shiloe voco,’ but I prefer the other way ‘round, into it, it will carry your voice to my ears, and mine to yours, but we will be the only ones able to hear each other from our respective locations.” Shiloe explained with a wide smile.
Cedric stared at his ring in interest. “I’ve heard of these from my father, but I never thought I’d have one. Aurors going out on risky solo missions get these and link them to the Head Auror and the Minister in case of emergency.”
Shiloe shrugged. “I have ten of them so far, and I can buy more if we need them, but this will be an easier way to arrange meetings when we need them.” He explained.
Neville nodded, staring at his ring, then looked up. “So, if you’re going to be out tonight, do you need to Feed?” He asked, his gaze flicking longingly toward Rowena’s door.
“I’m going to be spending tonight with Hogwarts’ newest resident Death Eater, actually.” He said in slight amusement.
Cedric frowned. “You have ANOTHER one?!” He asked in shock. “Isn’t that worrying you?”
Shiloe sighed and rolled his eyes. “Honestly, Hufflepuffs. I’m talking about LUCIUS, Love.” He explained, walking up to Cedric and wrapping his arms around his neck, drawing him down for a kiss.
Cedric’s confusion cleared and his soft ‘oh’ was swallowed by Shiloe’s kiss.
Shiloe chuckled as he broke the kiss. “You don’t need to worry so much. I’m a big boy, I can take care of myself.” He teased.
“Right.” Draco drawled. “Nothing to worry about at all. You’ve only got a Dark Lord after you who’s ten times more experienced in magic and a dangerous tendency toward magical exhaustion, plus an uncanny penchant for getting yourself nearly killed. Why worry?”
“Shut up. And yes, Neville, go ahead and tend to the more nocturnal plants in Rowena’s garden, if you like. But please don’t bring anything red and beetle-like INSIDE with you.” He requested with a light shudder.
Neville chuckled lightly, remembering their encounter with a ladybug a few days ago, as he headed toward Rowena’s garden.
“I want to cuddle. Come on.” Blaise grabbed Shiloe and Draco’s hands and pulled them toward the couch with inhuman strength. Cedric followed behind the group, laughing at Shiloe’s curses and Draco’s undignified shrieks.
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