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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 38: Facing the Music
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Harry slowly rose from the peaceful, dreamless abyss. His body was warm and snuggled comfortably between two stronger ones which held him possessively in a tight embrace. Letting his eyes flutter open, he blinked against the bright sunlight that was blinding him. When his eyes had gotten used to the brightness he carefully lifted his head (so as to not disturb his mates) and looked down.
Lucius had his arms curled around his upper body, while Draco's were holding onto his hips. A wide grin spread over his face as the memories of the past evening came back; they had done it, they had finally mated and now their souls would be connected for all eternity and even beyond Death. The bond in his mind had settled down and was now quietly humming, telling him that his mates felt as content as he himself right now. Sighing happily, he laid his head back down again; he was intending on going back to sleep for a bit longer, but his movements must have woken not only Lucius, but also Draco.
Draco was the first to sleepily sit up and Harry could only gape. The blonde teen had always been taller and looked more adult than his fellow year mates, but the mating must have triggered a boost of development. He now looked more like a 20 year old, and even though he was still slightly smaller and more thin-shouldered than Lucius, his body had filled out even more.
"Good morning," Draco smirked and raised a questioning eyebrow. Harry flushed as he realized that he had been caught gaping, but his embarrassment quickly disappeared when his second mate leaned closer and kissed his lips softly, but demandingly against his own. The kiss that followed was sweet and lingering and full of love, unlike the last that had driven his dominant the night before. When they broke the kiss, Harry felt even more flushed than before, but in a good way. A soft chuckle was heard from behind him and a kiss was pressed against his bare shoulder blade.
"Morning Lucius," he greeted the older man and turned around to give him a kiss as well. The kiss was just as sweet as the last one, and as he and Lucius parted, he snuggled back in between his two blondes.
"I am afraid, love," Draco mused in a drawling tone and with a look at the living room door, "We have no time to enjoy this morning."
"Why not?" Harry asked with a scowl, unhappy with the thought of getting back to business so quickly after their mating, and besides, there was nothing they needed to do, at least not until the afternoon when the Weasley’s would be arriving.
"You might be right," Lucius who had turned his head as well, sighed and he finally followed his mates’ gazes, only to see Hermione standing in the doorway looking very nervous and uncomfortable and flushed.
"What is Mione doing here?" he asked stupidly until he realized that she had just seen him naked and cuddled up between Draco and Lucius. Strangely enough, he was not embarrassed about the fact that one of his best friends had seen him in such an intimate situation, but he was worried how she would react to the fact that he had been intimate with the two Malfoy’s; they had been enemies for years, after all.
"Harry, I believe you have subconsciously raised a barrier," Lucius said softly and pointed over to where Hermione still stood just behind the doorway as if she was waiting for something.
"Oops…" He grinned sheepishly and looked around for his wand to undo the barrier. He found the Elder Wand rolled halfway beneath the Christmas tree and grabbed it, but before he could cast the finite, he was grabbed by Draco and pulled into his younger mate's lap. Draco wound his arm possessively around him and Lucius shifted a bit closer. Confused, Harry gave them a questioning look, but Lucius only replied: "Just to be safe." Shrugging, he cast the spell and the barrier fell.
Hermione visibly hesitated for a moment, glancing from him to his mates and back again.
"You can come in, we won't bite," he said and then had to giggle when he realized what he had just said and added, "At least we won't bite you."
Next to him Lucius smirked rather wickedly and he slapped him lightly on his thigh, but at least his friend finally dared to step closer.
"Um… I guess congratulations are in order…" she started but didn't get any further, because just at that moment Ron came around the corner, saw them, blushed and yelled, "They are awake!"
"What?" answered the voice of his godfather, followed by the sound of a chair tumbling to the ground, and hasty footsteps. Harry winced; he had the feeling that the upcoming argument would not be pretty, but why were they here anyway? Shouldn't the Weasley’s, Sirius and Remus only have arrived at around 3?
But he had no time to think about it further, as Ron was making his way over to them, anger written all over his face. The redhead pulled his wand and Harry instinctively pushed back closer to Draco, who tightened his grip on him and started to growl threateningly, as did Lucius, but the man also stood up and summoned his wand wordlessly.
"Don't play the protective lover, and… and… I saw what you did, so don't even try!" Ron roared and leaped at Lucius, but Hermione luckily reacted faster and grabbed him by his jumpers. Unfortunately, she was not quick enough to grab the large, black dog that suddenly appeared in the doorway and crossed the room with two large jumps.
Harry closed his eyes, not wanting to witness his first mate getting hurt, but the sound that followed was a pain filled whimper and he quickly opened his eyes again. Lucius must have cast some sort of spell, because he stood with his wand outstretched and glaring at the black dog that was just getting to its feet again.
Sirius transformed back into his human form, pulled his wand out as well, but just in time Remus appeared behind him, grabbed his wand with one hand and his lover's arm with another. The normally calm and good-natured werewolf looked nearly as furious as Sirius, but something, maybe his instincts, we're holding him back.
"Mione, let go of me! They raped Harry! I have to…" Ron growled, but Hermione only snapped
"Oh for Merlin's sake! How about you ask what happened first? To me it didn't look like rape at all!" Harry threw her a thankful look; at least one of the group members were using their brains.
"What?" Ron shrieked. "How can you say that?"
"Hermione is right, you should explain yourselves” Remus growled with a glare at Draco, who only glared back."
"I suggest, you all put your wands away, sit down and wait for Harry, Lucius and Draco to get decent," an annoyed voice sounded from the door and Harry sighed in relief as he saw his father standing there. He gave him a small smile, before glancing back over at Remus, who stood there motionlessly.
"Well, are we allowed to get dressed or would you prefer to just start the conversation? We surely won't mind," Draco drawled and rose. Harry flushed again at being carried like a small child, but he supposed that his dominants would not let go of him right now, not as long as Ron still had his wand raised.
Harry could have snickered as suddenly Ron, Remus and Sirius grew aware of their state of undress and flushed a deep crimson. Well, he wouldn't feel pity for them; they deserved to feel at least ashamed for having disturbed what could have been a wonderful morning.
When no one said a word, Lucius conjured their clothes which lay scattered on the floor and announced: "Let’s get dressed then, Harry, Draco."
Draco nodded and Harry fought the urge to lay his head against the blonde's shoulder as he was carried out. Just when they stepped onto the staircase, Sirius yelled after them: "Don't you dare get dressed in the same room as my godson! You rapists!"
"Shut up mutt, that is not your decision to make," Harry heard his dad hiss, just when they stepped onto the first landing. He shook his head in exasperation, dreading the next half an hour or so. It would not be easy to convince his godfather that their intercourse had been in mutual agreement and even anticipated for weeks now.
Lucius pushed the door to their room open and Harry watched as his older mate's silvery eyes took in the bedroom, he had already forgotten that the blonde had not yet been at Privet Drive since the renovation.
"Nice," Lucius hummed while Harry was let down by Draco.
"Your trunks should be somewhere…" He mused and searched for the two gigantic trunks that belonged to his mates and that no one could possibly miss; he found them just a second later. "There they are," he said and pointed over at them, before going to his much smaller trunk, which lay on the bed.
He opened the lid and searched for a new pair of shorts, red tights and one of his Gryffindor- red Weasley -jumpers.
"You are not honestly planning on wearing one of those ugly jumpers on Christmas?" Draco asked in a sneering tone, and as Harry turned his head, he saw that his second mate was already dressed in an elegant, gray pair of councils robes only a few steps away from him.
Harry flushed as he saw how the previously comfortable fitting robes now stretched slightly over Draco's muscled chest and quickly turned around again. As much as he would like to take his time and explore the new body of his mate, they didn't have the time now; Sirius would surely come looking for them if they didn't reappear soon.
"They are comfortable and it is tradition," he answered the blonde and quickly pulled the jumper over his head, probably missing a disgusted look from his younger dominant.
"There is no use wasting your energy on this," Lucius drawled from where he still stood next to his trunk, tugging his button down shirt in. "I already tried to make our little submissive get rid of them, but he can be very stubborn."
Harry heard Draco huff in reply but was too busy with pulling his tights up. Deciding that he would leave the boots for now, they wouldn't go outside after all and he wanted to be comfortable, he turned back to his two mates and announced "I am ready, let's face the music," and walked to the door, but before he could open it, he felt Lucius grab him around the waist and quickly stepped to the side, shaking his head.
"If you carry me the whole time, Siri will never believe that you aren't forcing me into something," he said and bit down on his bottom lip; he hated denying his dominants anything, but it was of no use right now. Fortunately, Lucius understood and straightened again with a long and very annoyed sight.
"But Draco and I will only hold back until we have talked to your godfather," the man sneered the last word and Draco nodded in affirmation.
They finally walked back down again, well finally was maybe not the right word as they had only needed 5 minutes to get dressed. Harry entered the living room first and instantly noticed that Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie and the twins had joined the group that was now sitting scattered around on the many sofas in the room. Remus was still holding on to his godfather, who was silently scowling, Ron still looked furious, the twins had a wide grin on their faces, Bill and Charlie looked mostly curious to his relief, so did Arthur, but Molly had a mixture of pity and a protective gleam in her eyes that made him wince.
When the others noticed them, surprise quickly covered the many expressions on the faces, but only for a split second. Harry quickly threw a look over his shoulders at his mates, who nodded at him, before pointing their heads over to the last free sofa. He felt the others stare as he sat down in the middle and waited for Lucius and Draco to sit down on each side of him. Sirius and Ron scowled, but he ignored them with a pointed look. When Draco placed an arm around his hip and drew him closer, the scowl on his friend and godfather's faces grew even deeper and he quickly cleared his throat.
"I truly don't understand why I have to explain myself now. You all intruded in my home, even though you knew that I had a date and now I am suddenly in the wrong," he said, lifting his gaze and glaring at Sirius.
"We are not accusing you of anything," his godfather hastily said and lifted a finger to point at his mates, "we are accusing them."
Rolling his eyes inwardly at the animagus thick headedness, he huffed and said, "That is the same thing, we are mates and you all interrupted our mating."
Ron spluttered at his words, while disbelief and shock flashed over most of the others faces, only Remus, Bill and Charlie looked thoughtful and his dad was, of course the calmest person. Ron's twin brothers of course only grinned wickedly and winked at him, giving him a bad feeling.
"You can't mean that mate; you are talking about ferret face and… and ferret face senior!" Ron exclaimed, nearly jumping to his feet, but Hermione prevented it.
Lucius and Draco meanwhile had started growling threateningly and Draco was even trying to pull him onto his lap in a burst of possessiveness, but he refused stubbornly.
"Harry, if something happened to you yesterday, you can tell us, we will help you and not think any less of you," Molly suddenly said and Harry, who had been throwing a quick glare at Draco, quickly snapped his head up, ready to snap at her, but only until he saw the honest worry in her eyes. Sighing, he shook his head, snuggled deeper into Draco's embrace and stretched a hand out for Lucius, who scooted closer as well.
"They didn't force me. Lucius and I have known that we are mates since the beginning of the summer holidays and I knew that Draco was my second dominant as soon as he opened his eyes after we brought him back from the dead," he said and for a moment the whole room disappeared as he lost himself in Draco's eyes, communicating all the love and happiness he felt for his second mate. Draco looked back with equal emotions swirling in his usually guarded eyes and his heart skipped a beat. A soft kiss was pressed to his neck and Lucius’ scent washed over him. He shuddered, not in pleasure but in love and sighed happily and without knowing whom he was telling it to, he whispered "...I have never been happier and it's because of them."
A growl suddenly pulled him from the beautiful moment, but it was followed by a yelp. Looking up, he saw Molly glaring at Sirius, who was rubbing his left shoulder, but after only a second she turned back around to face him and a teary expression entered her eyes.
"What can we honestly say against true love?" Molly sighed and smiled at him with an expression his aunt Petunia had always worn when the couple in her drama-series had finally gotten each other; but Sirius, having finally stopped rubbing his bruised shoulder, only growled.
"That these two truly love Harry they have yet to prove. I for one don't even believe that they are capable of such feelings."
Rolling his eyes, Harry was about to tell Sirius that he couldn't know that, because the man had never seen him interact with his mates with the exception of last night, which truth to be told had not been a good situation for a first encounter, but Ginny was faster.
"Sirius is right Harry. I mean, they are Malfoy’s and you have to see that you are not meant to be with… another man… and it didn't look like lovemaking, either." To Harry's utmost horror his godfather nodded in agreement.
"If they truly are mates," Arthur spoke up for the first time, "Should they not be able to prove it?"
Sirius stopped nodding and instead turned his head questioningly to Remus, asking "Can't you smell anything, Moony?" Remus shook his head, but Harry could have told Sirius that as well.
"No, Padfoot, there is no particular smell coming from them, or I would have picked up on it long ago."
"Of course there is no smell coming from Harry, we are soulmates, it prevented our little submissive from losing his virginal scent," Lucius drawled, and Harry could hear that his older mate was clearly getting annoyed.
Sirius meanwhile still looked confused, as if he wasn't sure to ask more or start growling again, but Hermione's eyes had widened in realization. "Harry… are you...a… a…?"
Before his bushy haired friend could end her question, he nodded, affirming her suspicion.
"What are they? Is there even something like a creature that keeps his… innocent scent?" His godfather asked, sounding frustrated and confused.
Remus and Charlie nodded slowly, but it was his dad who finally spoke up as well.
"Why don't you lift your glamour and tell them the story from the beginning?"
Glancing first over to Lucius and then to Draco, Harry silently asked them for their agreement, but when they nodded, he stood up, pulled his pullover off, so that his friends and family would be able to see more clearly how he had changed; maybe it would help them to realize that he truly was not human anymore. Of course, only because his father was right about his proposal, didn't mean that he felt comfortable with the idea of showing everybody what he had become. He had gotten so used to wearing the glamours and he was afraid of his friends' reactions; he had after all, not only changed into a Veela or another similar harmless creature.
His father gave him an encouraging nod, and he finally started to slowly undo the spells around his body, while simultaneously taking the bandage off that was covering his mating mark. With a gasp he noticed that the mark had changed overnight, it now looked just like the crest on the wand boxes he had created, an elegant M with a Merlin rising in the background. But his gasp was drowned by the shocked exclamations of the Weasley’s, Hermione, and his family.
"Oh Harry, you truly are a vampire…!" Hermione exclaimed while he felt the glamours of his mates drop behind him as well. Sirius was back at his feet, looking demandingly at the two blondes. "Who did this to you? Was it one of them, or both?"
Finally having had enough with this accusation, Harry snapped "It was neither of them, it was Voldemort and if you would sit down again, I would explain how we three ended up as undead."
For a long moment the stares stayed glued to him, tracing over his blue arteries, his inhumanly thin frame and the shadows beneath their eyes, but finally Remus, who looked stiffly at his mates, pulled Sirius back down and they all nodded simultaneously as if following a silent command.
Sighing in relief that they had at least come so far, Harry turned back to the sofa and as Draco stretched his arms out this time, he allowed his younger mate to pull him into his lap.
When he had settled down and was leaning comfortably against the strong chest and Lucius had grabbed his left hand again stroking it comfortingly, he finally started to explain.
"I already told you that Lucius had followed me to Privet Drive during the Kings Cross attack, and it was true up to that point, but that was not all that had happened… He made a quick pause in which he looked at each of his listeners, before continuing. "I… didn't know that Voldemort had cursed his followers in case they were to betray him and Lucius didn't know what the curse would do, but when he promised to help me with my fight, he triggered it."
Ginny scoffed, but Remus asked, "Why did he promise to help you?"
Gulping, Harry looked down to his lap; he always hated talking about his weaknesses, but he still answered, knowing that his friends and family needed the information to understand him.
"He… witnessed my nightmares… three times I think, and the last time he woke and comforted me…"
Remus nodded, "you mentioned something like that before," the werewolf mused and motioned for him to continue.
"Um… well…" he started again, "The curse forced Lucius to transform into the creature he hated the most, and because I was connected to him through a binding ritual, I transformed as well, it was sheer luck that we turned out to be soulmates…" he continued, but stopped to give his first mate a bright grin, saying "But luckily, I would say!"
"Why luckily?" Ron scoffed and crossed his arms.
"Because," Remus explained calmly, still looking somewhat stiff, "when vampires who are soulmates transform together, they will not need any other blood than that of their mate and are considered human by the law. They don't have to kill people to live."
"What a relief!" Molly sighed and laid her right hand over her heart.
"But ferret face wasn't there, so what is it with him?" Ron suddenly asked, sneering at the younger blonde.
"He was still dead then and I only noticed that someone was missing when we returned to Hogwarts… luckily Merlin could provide us with a ritual to bring him back," he explained.
"Harry is your soulmate and brought you back to this world and you still treated him like a prick?" Hermione suddenly interjected with an expression that rivalled their Head of House’s most fierce glares, making Draco stiffening behind him. He quickly gave a soothing mewl and Draco relaxed slightly, before answering "I regret my action now as well, but there is more to Harry's and my past than you know."
Hermione still looked sceptical, so Harry hastily told her "He apologized and we started anew." His friend still did not look very happy with that explanation but accepted it with a nod.
"But that still doesn't explain why he is not killing us in our sleep," Charlie interjected with a frown.
"We suspect that it has something to do with the fact that I was dead when they mated that I could still enter the bond," Draco explained smoothly. "Time stood still for me for a few weeks and when I entered this world again, it was as if the time in between had never happened, our mating mark even started to form, even though Harry and I had not mated until yesterday."
"Could you show us your marks?" Remus asked with a pointed look at Sirius, who had crossed his arms stubbornly.
"That should pose no problem," Lucius drawled and Harry quickly held his hand up when he saw his two mates doing the same from the corner of his eyes.
"Well, that seems to make it clear," Bill mused and Harry remembered that the second eldest Weasley son was engaged to a part Veela, a creature as well and therefore probably knew quite a bit about mating marks.
"It does," Arthur agreed and slowly Molly, Hermione, the twins, Bill, Charlie and Remus nodded; unfortunately, Ron and Sirius still looked anything but happy, so it didn't really surprise Harry when Sirius growled "But it still doesn't change the fact that these two have had sex with my underaged and only twelve year old godson."
Harry winced as he felt two bodies stiffen, one behind him, and one to his left. He wanted to snap at his godfather, especially as for Lucius it had been difficult to accept the fact that he had mated with him while he still was so young, even though he never would grow older again; fortunately, his father saved him:
"The mating of vampires is instinctive and Lucius still thought that Harry was at least 15 when they mated, and he and Draco have done nothing without Harry's consent. Even though they both have the right and the power to take Harry whenever they wish, they have not forced him into intercourse."
"Mating is having sex!" Sirius snapped and Harry wanted to hide as he saw a furious fire enter his father's black eyes.
"For them, it wasn't. This only shows that you have no idea. For vampires, the mating feels like a ritual, Harry couldn't even remember much besides feelings and sensations after he had bonded with Lucius!"
"And how would you know that?" Sirius asked, scowling equally angrily back.
"It is true, Siri," Harry stopped the upcoming argument, shutting the two men up successfully.
"The question," Draco spoke up and tightened his arms around his middle, "should not be if we forced Harry into anything, but if you can accept Harry as what he is now and with who he chooses to spend his life with."
Hermione was the first one to answer with a determined look in her eyes and her hand on her hips. "Of course he can still count on me. I knew all along that Harry is a submissive and I knew that he had two mates. I even believe that he loves you and you love him!"
Harry could have kissed Hermione, he felt that relieved, but he refrained from doing so as neither Lucius, nor Draco would liked such a show of gratitude very much.
"You knew? And you did nothing?" Ron interjected angrily, his face beet red.
"Yes, and with good reason," Hermione shot back, but luckily Remus drew the attention to him, a small smile on his tired face: "It seems we have accused you wrongly, please accept my apology. And I am happy for you Harry, it is the greatest joy to find one's soulmate, and you have found two." Harry smiled back at him, relieved that he would not lose his honourable godfather, but as soon as Sirius spoke up, he stiffened again.
Next to the werewolf, his godfather gave a long sigh. "I would never let you down, pup. I was stupid when you told me about Snape, but I will not be stupid a second time...but…" Sirius changed his voice to a growl and turned his ocean blue eyes to his mates, "...if you ever hurt him, I will cut your balls off!"
"No need to overexert yourself," his father drawled from his place in the back of the room, "...I will be faster."
Sirius actually gave his father a nod and Harry couldn't prevent a small smirk creeping onto his lips; it seemed as if the two men had something in common after all.
"Oh man, you have made a substantial catch!" The twins broke the serious mood with bellowing laughter.
"I mean… we know that your sugar daddies had to be rich, with the council robes and all…" Fred continued with a huge grin and George went on, "... but you had to pick the biggest fish in the ocean! And his heir!"
Flushing, Harry tried not to squirm in Draco's lap with embarrassment; this was so mortifying and he could feel his mates giving him pointed looks! Across from him, Bill and Charlie were nodding with broad grins as well, only Ginny still looked anything but pleased.
"You can't all believe those lies?" The girl asked. "Harry has to be under a spell, or he would never agree with those two! We have to check him over!"
"Ginny," Arthur spoke slowly and pinched the bridge of his nose as if asking for patience. "Mating marks don't lie; they have to be mates or soulmates and as neither of them suffer from blood loss yet…"
Harry only watched with a bad feeling, but said nothing as Ron's little sister stood up with a fiery glare. "Well, if none of you will do anything, I will!" She declared before throwing a warning look at his dominants, turning on her heels and stomping off.
"Ginevra Weasley, you will leave Harry and his mates in peace!" Molly yelled after her, but Harry was quite sure that the girl was already too far away to hear anything her mother was saying.
"Now, that this is settled," his father drawled, breaking the silence that had arisen, "I can finally take off my glamours as well." For the third time that morning a gasp went through the room, as Severus revealed his vampire form as well.
"So… when you said that Professor Snape had forced his body to go through his inheritance for you…" Hermione mumbled, her eyes wide in awe, "you meant that he had let himself be turned into a vampire?"
"Yes, Miss Granger, I have a lot to make up for and an eternal child deserves his eternal father, don't you agree?" His father questioned, shocking nearly everybody with his loving statement.
"Well then, I will prepare breakfast, it is already late and Fleur will arrive around lunchtime," Molly announced and swooped off into the kitchen. The others nodded and Bill and Charlie stood up as well to help their mother. Sighing, Harry bent down to pick his jumper up that had fallen to the floor and by doing so, his eyes landed on Ron, who had been unusually quiet during the conversation, but with all the people asking him questions, he hadn't noticed it until now. Straightening again, he caught the eyes of his oldest friend and his heart sunk at the whirlwind of uncertainty and disappointment in them. Lucius softly gripped his hand and Draco nudged him encouragingly, and collecting all his Gryffindor bravery, he asked: "What is it, Ron? Are you not happy for me?"
Ron's head snapped up and a look of surprise flashed through his friend's eyes as if he had not expected that he would actually address him.
"...Harry… you are our hero… you just can't be…" Ron said, sounding confused.
"I can't what? Be gay? But I thought that gay soulmates are accepted in the wizarding world?" He asked back, his face carefully expressionless.
"They are… but you are not like that… you can't be…" Ron explained vaguely and Hermione huffed from where she sat in an armchair.
"That is completely stupid, Ron! Being gay or not will not change anything about him, it will not make him weaker," She said with an exasperated roll of her eyes.
"Of course it does, he is the submissive and submissive are always weaker!" Ron argued back.
Harry, who had expected such a useless argument once Ron found out the truth about his mates, still found himself slowly getting very annoyed, it was different just imagining such a conversation to holding it, so he asked: "So, you only became friends with me because I am Harry Potter, the strong hero? I can tell you I am…"
He was interrupted by his friend who hastily shook his red head: "Of course not, Harry, I had become friends with you because you are a great guy, but…"
"Mr. Weasley, just to calm you down a bit," Lucius suddenly drawled to his left and leaned slightly forwards, the movement, as small as it was, somehow had the effect that everybody instantly fell silent. "Dumbledore measured Harry's magical power, and I can tell you that it exceeds Draco's and mine greatly. Being a submissive does not tell you anything about a person's strength; it tells you something about his or her character. Harry has far more power than any one of us, but he hates to use it, he hates violence and he has a craving for closeness and protection, maybe even because of his status as the saviour, but he is not weak by any stretch of the imagination."
Flushing, Harry turned his head to hide in Draco's robes. Lucius was right about everything, but to hear his deepest desire lay out so openly in front of his friend was embarrassing, he wasn't sure if that would actually make him sound stronger.
"But that still doesn't change the fact that he is with… with…" Ron started anew, and Draco ended his sentence with one of his famous sneers:"With two Malfoy’s?"
"Yes!" Ron exclaimed and when Harry looked up again, he saw that his friend had stubbornly crossed his arms. "You made his life miserable the last months! You had even betrayed him, even though you knew about your bond!"
Wincing, Harry quickly grabbed Draco's hands which were balling into fists in front of his stomach, to give him something to hold onto.
"I never betrayed him, even when I still didn't believe that we were soulmates, I wasn't able to!" Draco spat, surprising everybody. For a split second Harry wanted to ask what he meant with wasn't able to, but then thought better of it; he should rather wait until they were alone again and save his proud mate’s pride.
"Ron," Hermione spoke up again, this time with a pleading undertone in her voice. "Can't you just be happy for him? You were the one after all, who reminded Sirius that Harry deserves a family, and what is a family without a lover?"
Harry's heart, which had lifted slightly when Ron had let go of the last issue sunk again when his friend only shook his head and a deep sadness settled over him.
"I don't know, Mione, it's just… not right… I just can't believe that they mean what they say… that they are honest with him…" It felt as if he was stuck in slow motion when Ron turned and finally left the room as well, leaving a heavy silence behind.
It was his father who broke it after a long moment: "Weasley’s are always too hot headed," Severus sneered. "Fortunately they also possess the necessary loyalty and intelligence to come to their senses after a while."
Those words actually took some weight from Harry's shoulders and he managed to smile at Hermione. "Dad is right, he will come around, and if not, he has four older brothers who will help him."
Hermione smiled back at him, just when Molly called, "Breakfast is ready!"
Standing up, Harry waited for his mates to do so as well, before joining Hermione and his father on their way into the kitchen.
Ron was already there, sitting broodily in a corner and looking unhappily down at his still empty plate. Ginny was nowhere in sight, but Remus, Arthur, and the other Weasley boys gave him an encouraging wink as he entered. Even Sirius grinned at him, although it seemed a bit strained, but Harry was glad that the man was making an effort.
Looking around, he saw that there were no free three seats in a row, but he spotted four seats opposite each other and went over, sitting down next to his godfather. Lucius took the seat across from him, while Severus and Draco slid elegantly into the seats to his left.
Molly came over then with a pan full of bacon and scrambled eggs in her left, but hesitated when she saw him and the other three vampires.
"It is a shame that you cannot eat any normal food, she sighed and started to pile a huge amount onto Sirius' plate, as if needing to make up for the loss of the other four.
"No need to worry, Mrs. Weasley, Harry can bring us some blood," Lucius said politely, drawing Molly's attention back to them.
"Just call me Molly, we are family now," she smiled and Harry was happy to see none of the horror on the faces of the two Malfoy’s that they surely were feeling at the thought of belonging to the huge Weasley clan. Instead, they nodded and Harry, having not missed the indirect comment, jumped up and walked over to the counter, where some bottles of blood still stood. Sniffing at them, he decided that something light would be good for breakfast and chose the chicken blood. When he had filled four goblets, he pulled his wand out, flicked it once and levitated everything over to the table.
"Harry, you did not just jump up and serve your mates wine like a house elf? What, are Blondie and Blondie too good to get their drinks themselves?" Sirius growled when he sat back down again. He saw three pairs of eyes roll exasperatedly, before Draco drawled in way of explanation, "Harry is our submissive."
"And?" Sirius asked pointedly. "Does that make him to your slave?"
Sometimes, Harry felt just like banging his head against the tabletop, why could his mates not just say something out straight for once? Hermione threw him a look that mirrored his feelings, but luckily Lucius lowered himself to elaborate: "What Draco means, is that submissives have certain needs, needs their dominants should take care of. You should know that, after all, you are mated to a submissive creature as well…"
"What? We are not yet… Remi, is he right?" Sirius spluttered and turned with a flustered face to the werewolf who only shrugged helplessly.
"He is right, we submissive have needs, but I am just glad that you have finally accepted me…"
"What does that mean by that?" Sirius asked helplessly, and knowing what kind of answer his younger mate would give, Harry tried to stop Draco by thrusting a hand in front of his mouth, but too late: "Your little pet wolf means that you are a bad mate," Draco drawled with an evil smirk, but for once Sirius did not explode but paled instead.
"Is he right, Moony?" His godfather asked and Harry decided that this was the right moment to finally interrupt and save his two godfathers from an argument.
"Sirius, what Lucius, Draco, and Remus just wanted to explain, is that submissive’s need their dominant’s to stabilize each other, but it differs from person to persons and I think from species to species as well," he said, but regretted his words when Sirius asked: "And what do you need, cub?"
Blushing, Harry quickly looked down at his goblet; he really didn't want to explain these kinds of things that were just too embarrassing. But by now not only Sirius was looking interestedly at him, as was Remus, Hermione, and all the others, even Ron was glancing at him from under his bangs. Sighing, he finally told them: "I mostly need small commands, small things that take some decision away from me, or I get stressed. It shows me that they are taking care of me…" seeing that the others still looked sceptical, he added: "Look, they really don't expect many things from me. As a submissive my instincts tell me to obey, so they could even command me to do really embarrassing things, like calling them Master or licking their shoes, but they don't do that."
"And what kind of commands are they giving you?" Molly asked, her eyes once more narrowing.
Shrugging, Harry told them: "Just small things, like you have already seen. Bring us some blood or get dressed, but it helps a lot."
"Now that you are mentioning it…" George mused loudly and his brother took over, "You were very off in the summer holidays before Lucius joined us…"
"Yes, that was because we had been apart for too long and the stress was getting to me… maybe it will get better when we have been mated longer…" Harry nodded and let his hand sneak over to Draco's knee, who took the opportunity to take the appendage into his.
With a huff, Sirius warned his mates: "But if I ever catch you forcing him to do anything degrading or… or… other stuff, then Merlin help you!"
"Let's eat now," Molly suddenly commanded, ending the conversation effectively.
Harry sighed in relief and finally picked his goblet up, taking a sip. For a moment silence fell over the kitchen and Harry simply relished in the fact that he did not need to hide his relationship anymore. Slowly, a huge weight lifted from his shoulders and he felt like a suffering man who could finally breathe freely again, and he would not let this freedom be taken from him again, he wanted to finally be himself and live like he wanted to.
His eyes landed on his hand that was still intertwined with Draco's, and following an impulse, he scooted closer with his chair. His younger mate instantly noticed what he wanted and pushed his chair back, before letting go of his hand, grabbing him under his arms and lifting him over. He ignored the odd looks he got and instead snuggled into his mate’s embrace while giving his other mate across from him a happy smile. Lucius of course, didn't smile back, they were in public after all, but Harry could see his silver eyes softening the tiniest bit, just before the aristocrat leaned forwards to grab his goblet, that now stood too far away for Harry to reach it himself, and handing it over.
"Thank you," he smiled and took the offered goblet.
"I have to say, I am slowly starting to taste some differences," Draco mused behind him, sipping on his own drink.
"Is it some kind of bird?" His younger mate asked after another sip and placed his goblet back down again.
"Yeah, its chicken, I thought something light would be good as breakfast, Harry smiled and turned his head to give Draco a quick peck on the cheek.
"So… um…" Hermione's voice stopped him from adding a second kiss to his second dominant's lips and he turned back around to face her.
"So… er… when you told us that you were drinking some kind of juice, it was always….?" She questioned hesitatingly and with an expression on her face that told him that his brainy friend wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer, but was still too curious to simply not ask.
"Yeah, it was always blood," he grinned sheepishly and scratched the back of his head.
"But why did you never tell us, pup?" Sirius asked and as Harry turned in his direction, he could see hurt in his godfather's eyes.
Sighing, he took Draco's free hand, subconsciously playing with his mate's fingers as he answered: "I just… was so overwhelmed with everything and turning into a vampire is viewed as even worse than being bitten by a werewolf…"
"But you don't attack people, so you had no need to worry?" Sirius frowned.
"Yeah, but everybody would have asked me who my bloodmate was and I couldn't answer that, I didn't want to risk either of my mates…" he explained carefully, hoping that his godfather would understand.
"But would you have told us about you and your mates soon if we had not found out?" The animagus questioned, still with the same look of hurt in his ocean blue eyes.
"Um…" Harry started, but then broke off and quickly thought about how to formulate his words the best way. "I was planning on telling you this holiday, but I would have tested the waters first…" he finally said. Sirius nodded, seemingly accepting his answer.
The rest of the breakfast went by in silence. Harry had the feeling that the others were not sure how to treat the Malfoy’s now, but he simply relished in the silence and in the warm body behind him. When everyone was finished with his or her meal (or drink), Molly shooed them all out to prepare the dinner and gave them the order to get the living room ready for the evening dinner.
Harry followed the others out and they all gathered near the Christmas tree.
"I guess we will need a second table," Hermione mused and he nodded.
Not only would Fleur and her family join them, but also Albus, Minerva, and Flitwick.
"I think we should enlarge this room more," Lucius added and turned to Harry, adding: "It would be best if you do the spell, you are the house's owner."
Nodding, Harry pulled his wand out and quickly searched his mind for the right spell. When he was sure that he remembered the right words, he lifted his wand and uttered the spell. Around him, the room enlarged, leaving the sofas standing in the middle of the room, but only when Lucius said, "that should be enough," did he stop.
They all scattered and started to adjust the table-size, conjure chairs, and levitate plates, glasses, and cutlery over. It was quite some work, but Harry was just happy to be surrounded by all his favourite people. Ginny had left and Ron was somewhere working with a huge scowl on his face at the other side of the room, keeping his distance. But his dad and Sirius were both arranging plates next to him; he guessed that both wanted to keep an eye on him. Severus was probably worried because not everyone had reacted well to his many announcements earlier and just like his mates, he tended to worry too much, while Sirius most likely didn't trust the three dominants one bit.
Speaking of his mates, they of course had refused to help, as Malfoy's still did not do physical labour, and were now lounging on one of the couches reading. However, Harry could always feel one of their gazes on him, which made his submissive side purr inwardly. He knew that many people would hate the level of protection his dominants bestowed on him, but he had always wanted someone who would care for him.
As awkward as the general situation was right now, he was still relieved that he didn't have to hide anymore from the people he considered family.
Following an impulse, he placed the cutlery he had been arranging to the side and walked over to his two mates. As if they had sensed him, their eyes lifted and his hips instantly began to move with the seductive swagger he knew the two blondes loved.
He took the hand Draco was stretching out towards him and let himself be pulled into the blonde's lap, where he turned and lifted his legs so that they dangled over Lucius’ left knee; he wanted to be in contact with both of them.
"Hm…" Draco purred darkly and began to nuzzle his neck and inhale deeply. "You smell so good and were so delicious yesterday. How I could have resisted you for so many weeks, I don't know."
Harry could only gasp in reply as a fang scratched the sensitive skin of his throat and move his head to the side to give Draco more access. Lucius took that as an invitation as well, leaned closer and in the next moment he could feel that wonderful sensation of claws slicing his neck open once again. It had been so long since the blonde had touched him like that, that he had almost forgotten how good it felt. Closing his eyes, he laid his head against his second mate's shoulder and let the purr that was rising resonate in his chest.
"Our little submissive is a secret masochist," Draco chuckled.
Harry, feeling the need to defend himself, opened one eye and gave his younger mate a barely half-hearted glare. "I am not masochistic, I only like your marks on my body," he huffed.
"Good," Draco hummed and bit down on the spot his teeth had caressed before. Harry's back arched and he could feel himself hardening in his pants, however, their little interlude was rudely interrupted, when Sirius' voice was heard close to him.
Reluctantly, he sat up a little, he should have known that the whole thing would not be as easy with Sirius; the man just couldn't trust Slytherins.
"I just took a little break," he replied, even though he knew that it must have been clear what they had been doing. However, he wasn't in the mood for an argument right now.
"You know, we could really use your help," Sirius told him and Harry knew that the man just wanted to get him away from his mates. He would have liked to just refuse, but unfortunately Sirius was right, there still was a lot to do. Therefore, he gave each of his dominants a quick peck on their cheeks, slid from Draco's lap and missing the contact with his mates as soon as it was gone.
He had nearly reached the large dining table when he heard a gasp from behind him and a hand grabbing him forcefully by his shoulder.
"Harry, what is that on your neck? Was it one of your mates? I knew they would only hurt you; they are Malfoy’s after all! Sick, sadistic, egoistic…"
The anger he had felt so many times during his and Lucius' stay at Grimmauld place rose inside of him again, only that it was ten times worse this time. Sirius now knew that he was mated to the two aristocrats and that they were soulmates and Dark Creatures. Slowly, he turned around, his fists balled to keep his anger inside, however, he couldn't do that anymore and it wasn't necessary anymore either, because the need to hide his relationship was gone.
Before he knew what he was doing, he had slapped Sirius hand away. His vision was turning red and he could feel his fangs grow in his gums. "Shut it, Sirius! It's not your place to interfere in my mating-bond! You know nothing about Lucius and Draco and you have no idea what a creature needs or how the transformation has changed me! Do you really believe that I would let myself be treated like crap after I had finally gotten rid of the Dursley’s? Or that my father would let them hurt me? I suggest you start reading up on vampires, and while you are at it, about werewolves as well!"
Slowly, his vision returned to normal and his senses came back, however, it took him a while to notice that the room had gone strangely silent. Across from him, Sirius stood as stiff as a statue, the hand he had slapped away pressed against his chest as if it hurt. Realising what he had done, his legs began to shake, but the panic he had expected never came, a foreign feeling of being well within his rights protected his bad conscience from rising.
"You truly have changed," Sirius mumbled and he could see sadness in his godfather's eyes.
Lowering his gaze, Harry shook his head, saying "no, I haven't," before turning to the dining table and picking the cutlery back up again. Behind him, he could hear silent rustling as everybody else returned to their work, and his father sneered: "Give me your hand Black; I am sure Harry doesn't want you injured."
His dad was probably right, however, right now his feelings were still far too confused for him to say what he wanted or not. Fortunately, no one asked him about the incident, and the next two hours were spent working silently. His mates were watching him the whole time and as his mind grew clearer again, he began to wonder why they hadn't interfered, because normally, Draco and Lucius were quick to come to his aid; so was his father, but he as well had only stood by and watched. When the living room was completely prepared, he felt unsure about what he should be doing next. His instincts told him to return to his dominants, but he also didn't want to have a fight with Sirius on Christmas Eve.
In the end, he decided to search for his godfather and talk with him. As the man was nowhere in sight, he walked into the hallway and made his way up to the second floor, where he found his father just exiting the second door on the right.
"Wonders never cease to occur when you're around, my little brat," Severus smirked at him, quietly enough that Sirius would not be able to hear them in his room. Not understanding what his dad meant, Harry gave him a confused look and waited for his father to elaborate. "Black just asked me if I had some books about vampires and if I would be willing to lend them to him." A quick pause arose before the man added: "You better go to him and reassure him that he has not lost you." the last words had been more of a sneer than anything else and as his dad brushed past him, Harry was sure to hear the words "stupid mutt!"
Turning to the door, he knocked softly, before going in. Sirius was sitting on his bed, his right hand looking completely fine again; surely he must have taken some Skele-Gro, probably thanks to his father. His godfather gave him a lopsided grin as he entered and said: "Ten broken bones, you really have grown strong!"
Flushing, Harry stepped fully into the room and closed the door behind him. He truly hadn't wanted to injure Sirius, he hadn't even used a lot of strength; at least he had thought so.
"I am sorry for having injured you," he said and made his way over to the free chair that stood near the window.
"But not for the rest?" Sirius questioned. For a moment, Harry wanted to nod, but then he thought that it would be better to be honest and shook his head. "No, Padfoot. We three are soulmates; if you hurt them you are hurting me as well.
Sirius frowned for a long moment, but then sighed. "I didn't want to do that, interfere in your relationship, I mean… but when I saw you on their laps and they were practically devouring you, and you just looked so small and young and…" the animagus sighed again and then added: "I asked Snape for some literature, maybe it will help if I know some more about your kind."
Relieved that his godfather wanted to make an effort, Harry nodded and said: "If you have any questions, I will answer them."
Sirius just scratched the back of his head and grinned sheepishly. "I am not sure if I will ever be ready to ask you my questions personally. I will just stick to the books for now."
Snorting, Harry shook his head, he couldn't believe that his godfather was behaving so prudish right now, but maybe it was just like with those parents who didn't want to know anything about the sex life of their children, even though they had been wild in their youth themselves.
"You better go back downstairs pup, before your mates come up here to fetch you," Sirius told him with a wavering smirk.
Nodding, Harry rose to his feet again and made his way over to the door. However, before he left, he turned around once more and asked: "Will your hand be okay?"
"In about a day or two," Sirius reassured him and made a shooing gesture. Taking that as a hint that his godfather truly didn't wish to meet his mates right now, he finally left and returned downstairs. Lucius and Draco were still sitting on the sofa, while the others had apparently gone to their rooms to make themselves ready for Fleur's arrival. As the morning had been fairly chaotic, they all had decided to open the presents after lunch with the quarter-Veela.
Glancing at the clock that hung above the fireplace, Harry noticed that he and his mates still had about half an hour before they needed to freshen up themselves, so he walked over to them and sat down between them.
"Everything fine with your godfather?" Lucius asked and began to comb through his hair.
"Yeah, he's just worried. He still sees me as that small kid he knew…" he sighed, leaning back against Draco, who just replied: "He has a point there, you are a small kid."
Feeling hurt in his pride as a submissive, Harry glared at him and shot back: "I am not a child anymore, you should know that after what we did yesterday."
"Let us not start to arguing about that annoying incident," Lucius advised them, before making a motion for Draco to scoot closer to the backrest. In the next moment, Harry found himself sandwiched between his tall mates and the remaining time until they needed to get up was spent cuddling on the sofa. It felt so good to lay down with his mates after their interrupted mating, that he nearly fell asleep between them.
Unfortunately, just when his eyelids wanted to shut, he felt Lucius' body move away from him and he opened his eyes again.
"We have to get ready," Draco said from behind him and sat up as well. Grumbling Harry pushed himself up a little. He really did not understand why his mates even wanted to make themselves ready, they always looked perfect anyway.
Apparently noticing the mood he was in, Draco simply picked him up declaring: "You could use the chance to change into something less… red…"
"I won't…" Harry begun in slight annoyance before his eyes fell on his trunk, and he remembered that there were still two different robes he had not yet tried on and which Oscar would have packed into his trunk.
Draco gave him an odd look as he suddenly said: "Fine, but you have to put me down," and walked over to his trunk. Having fetched one outfit and a clean Weasley sweater, Harry disappeared into their bathroom. He felt a little underdressed when he stepped outside and saw Lucius and Draco pulling on finely patterned waistcoats which succeeded in looking even more expensive than the ones they normally wore.
Draco was the first one to notice his changed outfit. Harry only needed to see the blonde wrinkle his nose in disgust to know what would come next.
"Harry, are you actually going to wear that thing again?" the younger blonde asked, making his father turn around as well.
"Harry, I agree with Draco. However, if you want to wear that, I won't oppose"
"It's a Christmas tradition! I am going to wear it. Like it or not" Harry said, feeling comfortable in his skin. (And not wanting to disappoint Molly.)
"Fleur will be here soon, we should go downstairs," Lucius said, and with a nod Harry followed his mates back into the living room. The Weasley clan, his father, and Hermione were all already gathered. Bill stood next to the fireplace, where his fiancée would soon be arriving. Harry was pushed more to the front as well by his mates, probably because he was the official host and there were surely a number of rituals for greeting guests, which he didn't know but was expected to perform. He had read a little about the etiquette in the book for house ladies, but as the book had not focused very on the topic in detail, he only knew that he needed to greet Fleur.
He had just decided that he had better ask one of his mates what he needed to do exactly, when the hearth erupted with green flames and Fleur stepped out of it. She was not as graceful as Harry remembered her from his Fourth School Year, in fact, she seemed slightly paler and stumbled a little, but Bill was quickly at her side and helped her to regain her balance and her soft smile returned almost instantly on her face, In fact, Harry was quite sure that he wouldn't have noticed it if not for his heightened senses.
Draco gave him a little shove and he quickly moved ahead to greet the quarter-Veela.
"Hello Fleur, welcome to the Order's second Headquarter, it's great to see you again."
Fleur turned to him and froze for a moment. Somehow, Harry knew that her Veela-senses had picked up something about him. Her nostrils widened a little as she breathed in deeply and her eyes flickered over to his mates. For a moment he was afraid that she would react badly to his transformation as Veela’s were the essentially Light Creatures, whilst vampires were the complete opposite, but then her face softened and she bent down to him with that smile he had expected. "'allo 'Arry, may your union be blezzed," she whispered into his ear. Behind him, his mates were silently sighing and Sirius was snickering in amusement at his loose interpretation of the traditional greeting phrase, however, a strange scent was coming from her, which made Harry dizzy for a moment. It smelled so pure and sweet, that he felt like crying and was unable to reply anything. Then, suddenly, she had let go of him again and stepped away.
However, the scent still lingered around him, and he only noticed, that everybody was sitting down, when Lucius called: "Are you coming, Harry?"
Gathering himself, he quickly walked over to the free spot between Draco and the part-Veela and sat down. He was careful to not breathe, something that he didn't need to do anymore but sometimes did out of habit. He didn't wish to smell that scent again, it had made him so sad that it was still echoing in his chest.
"It iz zo great to 'ave you in ze family," Fleur suddenly said, and he quickly turned to blink at her in confusion. "Welcome in the family?" He questioned, not knowing what she meant.
"Yez, Luciuz and Draco are both couzinz of mine, I believe zree timez removed," she explained and added softly: "You have found good mates zere,"
Blushing, Harry nodded. "I have. And I am really happy with them, although our start was a bit rough."
Fleur simply chuckled and waved his statement away. "It iz alwayz like zat wiz zoulmatez. We Veelaz zay, ze soul is afraid to become complete."
"So, are you and Bill soulmates?" he asked, he was curious to hear what another creature could tell about love and mating. He imagined that Fleur would probably be able to relate to some of his feelings better than his friends or even his mates, as she was a submissive as well. Of course, he could always have talked with Remus, but the man had never accepted his creature side.
"Oh no, we are normal matez. It is a great gift to find one'z zoulmate and requirez much luck. But I still love Bill more zan amazing elz," she replied.
They were interrupted when a plate of roasted meat landed in front of him. Looking up, Harry saw that innumerous amounts of pots with potatoes, vegetables, salad, sauce, and roast were placing themselves all over the huge table top. Mrs. Weasley reappeared from the kitchen and announced: "Merry Christmas to us all, and thank you Harry for your hospitality. And now, tuck in!"
"Harry, go and fetch us some blood," Lucius ordered while the others were distracted with filling their plates. Harry was relieved that his mates had chosen that moment for their order and quickly got up to fulfil their wish. Once in the kitchen, he walked over to the basket he had brought from Hogwarts. One single bottle was still in there, it was a very special brew of the blood-based wine his father had created for his best friend and godson. What made it so special was the dragon blood that had been mixed with the wine.
Gathering three glasses, he poured the dark red liquid into two of them, before going over to the counter where his blood mixed pumpkin juice was and filled the third glass with it. Lastly, he put everything on a tray and carried it back into the living room. It truly felt good to take care of his mates so openly, and glancing over at Fleur, who had stopped in the process of piling some potatoes onto Bill's plate, he could see in her eyes that she understood him fully.
When he had arrived by his mates' side, he stepped between them and placed the wine glasses down carefully. His mates each gave him an appreciative nod, which made his heart flutter with joy, but as he wanted to turn and leave for his seat, he was stopped by two hands that grabbed his wrist. Confused, he watched as Draco took the tray where his pumpkin juice was still placed on from his hands and set it to the side. Next, his mates turned his wrists around, cut them with the sharp nail of their index fingers and picked their glasses up, before turning his wrists so, that a few drops of blood landed in the mixture.
He shivered at the hungry looks they were giving him during the short procedure and their eyes did not leave his as they lowered their heads slightly to seal the thin wounds with their tongues. His skin tingled beneath their touch and he probably would have fainted if the moment had not merely been seconds long. The only thing that then made him return to his seat after that sensual interlude was the promise in his mates' normally cold eyes.
The little scene had not gone unnoticed. Across from him, Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were blushing slightly, as were Ron and Hermione across from him. However, he could not share their embarrassment that he and his mates had been discovered, which meant there was no reason to hide anymore and he just wasn't human. Trying to hide who he was, or had become, would only make his life miserable and probably end in disaster once he exploded, so they would just have to get used to it. The only thing that was worrying him right now was Remus silently growling at the other end of the table. This morning, the werewolf had seemed quite calm and had even held Sirius back from mindlessly attacking his mates outright, that was why he was now confused about the reaction. However, he decided not to dwell on it right now and instead sipped on his pumpkin juice while watching the others.
His mates mostly conversed quietly with his dad, but exchanged a few polite words with Molly and Arthur as well. Molly especially seemed to be interested in how they had found out about their bond and how their relationship had started. It was clear that her romantic expectations got fulfilled, as she even sighed at the mentioning of his and Draco's fight, and said: "Well, there has to be a little drama. It makes everything all the sweeter in the end!"
Hermione had listened closely as well with a look that rivalled Molly's, while Ron had tried to distract himself by trying to draw the twins into a conversation. Sirius meanwhile, seemed a little confused by Remus as well.
Fleur and Bill had drifted off into their own world, silently flirting with one another. All in all, the dinner was a very pleasant affair, especially considering how the day had started.
When finally nearly all the plates, bowls and dessert plates were empty, Molly shooed them over to the Christmas tree where Oscar had already arranged their presents. The tree was beautifully illuminated and Harry felt nervous like never before. He had made a real effort with his presents this year, and he was quite sure that Ron and Hermione would like theirs, but as he had never had to give something to somebody as filthy rich as his mates, he was a bit worried about their presents.
Lucius and Draco had chosen a seat a bit to the side and further away from the Christmas tree, from where they would have a good view of the unwrapping. They had left a spot free between them where Harry settled down comfortably. As soon as he was seated, his mates scooted closer and each put a hand around his waist. Apparently, for them as well, the time spent apart during the elaborate dinner had been too long. He wriggled a little so that he sat even more firmly pressed between his two mates, before turning his gaze at Mrs. Weasley, who was about to announce the beginning of the unwrapping, when a polite cough interrupted her; it had come from Fleur.
"Bill and I would like to announce zomezing," she said with slightly pink cheeks. Bill squeezed one of her hands reassuringly, and Harry frowned as another strong gust of that unbearably sweet scent wafted over to him. However, he suppressed the urge to react, not wanting to offend Fleur somehow.
"It might be a little early, conzidering zat Bill and I are not yet married," Fleur continued and by now all eyes were upon her, however, it was Bill who continued: "Mum, Dad, I am sure we all know how fate works some times, so I hope that you will still be happy to hear that Fleur and I are expecting our first child!"
A loud gasp came from somewhere; Molly, Harry assumed, however, it was the last thing he heard, as a loud roaring sound like the sound of waves breaking on the shore dampened his ears. His whole body grew rigid and cold and his heart clenched painfully. He had thought that he had accepted that he would never have a family of his own, but realizing now what the sweet smell he had smelled the whole time was, and that such a beautiful scent would never come from him because he would never be able to give his mates such a beautiful gift, made his whole world seem to crumble apart.
The coldness inside him built up and he didn't even feel the warm hand that settled on his shoulder and the two worried voices that were trying to talk with him. Everything suddenly became too much and before he realized what he was doing, he had jumped up and was running out of the room and down a staircase, not even thinking about where he was fleeing to. He collapsed in front of the cold hearth in the kitchen and buried his face into his arms as tears started to spill over. He felt so unworthy all of the sudden, for he could not even fulfil the true duty of a submissive. Because of him, Lucius, Draco and he would never be a real family and his mates would never get an heir to their new line. His sobs increased even further as he realized what he had done to his dominants, especially to Draco. The blonde had told him over and over again that he didn't want Harry because he could not grant him heirs, and he, in his selfishness had ignored his second dominant’s wishes and now it was too late for Draco who was indefinitely bound to him. What had he done?
Suddenly two strong arms closed around him and he jolted a little as he was lifted up,
"Hush Harry, what has you so upset?" His father's voice asked, but it didn't help him relax because he didn't want his father there right now, he didn't want to explain his sadness, for he doubted that Severus as a dominant would be able to understand it. His father sat down and he was cradled even closer against his dad's chest. For a moment, his father only combed through his messy hair, but Harry knew that the Potions Master would not be satisfied without an explanation, and he was right because his father spoke up again:
"Harry, what happened? Was it the Dark Lord? If it was him you have to tell me, I know it is Christmas, but if he plans something we have to act."
Harry quickly shook his head, relieved that his dad had not immediately guessed the real reason for his distress, however, when he didn't answer Severus started anew:
"Was it so bad...?"
The new flood of questions was interrupted by three hasty pairs of footsteps and in the next moment his father was dismissively brushed off:
"Ah, Professor, I don't believe zat zis 'as anyzing to do wiz ze Dark Lord, and now please make some space," Fleur sat, and before he knew what was happening the part-Veela had sat down next to them, grabbed his hands, squeezing it reassuringly.
"Ms. Delacour…" his father growled threateningly, but once again he didn't get far.
"Zis is a womanz matter, zo please be at least quiet if you do not wish to leave," Fleur huffed and Harry could feel how she scooted even closer. He felt too perplexed to react in any way or form, but fortunately Fleur apparently did not expect any kind of reaction from him, because she soon continued.
"Oh 'arry, I am zo zorry! It is because of Bill's and my revelation, iz it not? But you zuld not be zo zad, your matez love you, I can zee it in zere eyes, zey will not reproach you for not being able to carry ze children," Fleur told him in a soothing tone of voice. The Veela didn't even falter when his dad began to splutter behind him.
"I am zure, if you truly wish for your own family zo much, you could ask them to adopt a child one day, zey love you so much, zey will not deny you."
Sniffling, Harry sat up a little and looked over to the Veela. "But I feel so…"
"No no no," Fleur interrupted him sharply. "You will not zay zat! You are not a bad submizive or unworthy because you cannot bear young. It is merely ze curse of your race, a horrible curse, but still nozing more."
Apparently he had been silent for too long, for his father spoke up again: "Harry, Ms. Delacour is right, Draco and Lucius love you, no matter what, therefore it is ridiculous …"
"Professor!" Fleur almost shrieked. "You will not finish zat zentance! Of course 'arry is upset! To bear children, that iz what makes us zubmissive and females special! Our dominants do not protect us so fiercely because we zerve them and cook and clean for zem! Zey do zo because zey know how easily our gift can be lost, it iz only natural for 'arry to feel bad right now!"
"Harry," this time it was Mrs. Weasley, who had stood silently to the side until now, who addressed him. "Maybe, it is even for the best, Lucius and Draco are father and son, after all… if you would have children together, and they would be brothers or sisters and aunts, uncles and nieces and nephews at the same time…"
Harry couldn't react, he did not know what to say, he didn't even know what to think anymore. He was sure that Fleur was right, his mates would probably not love him less because of his inability to give them children, but he still believed that they would be sad once they realized the extent of his disability fully. The coldness inside of him grew even chillier and he shivered violently. His father tightened his embrace around him, but it was of no use. It was as if his organs were freezing, especially his abdomen, and for the first time since his physical chance he felt truly like a dead person and he instinctively knew that he would never be able to completely let go of that topic. A second wave of biting coldness swept through him and he had to close his eyes for a moment. No, he couldn't let go, he didn't want to let go, he wanted to give his mates everything, without any exception.
As his ears caught the sound of yet another pair of footsteps, he didn't have to look up to know that it was Hermione who kneeled down in front of him and placed her hands on his knees, instead, he gasped:
"I don't want to settle for anything else! I don't want to adopt! I want to give them children myself!" Hermione's hands on his knees tightened and he could feel that she was shaking and as she spoke, her voice sounded teary as well. "Harry… do you remember when we talked on the way to Hogwarts? About miracles?" While his friend spoke, the coldness grew even further, threatening to overwhelm him. Still, he managed to nod and say: "I want it! I want it so much!" As he said those words, his magic seemed suddenly to gather in his stomach and explode there. The coldness vanished, chased away by a burning hotness. The sensation spread through his midsection, filling the cold emptiness he had felt there and even though it hurt, it was better than that other cold sensation, for it almost felt like hope.
"Then don't give up yet," Hermione continued and he quickly focused his attention back on her. "I am sure, some day you will find a way. Your father is the greatest Potions Master alive and you are good friends with Dumbledore; I am sure, one day you will have your own family and everything will be right then," she said and as he looked up and into her eyes, Harry could only see a strong belief, and together with that sensation in his abdomen, that had lowered down to a pleasant, warm feeling, it managed to bring a small smile back onto his face.
"You are right, I shouldn't give up so easily, I am Harry Potter after all," he agreed, feeling better after his friend’s reassuring words. Fleur had meant it well as well, but no one was better in understanding him than Hermione.
"Thank you," he added and gave Fleur and Molly a smile as well. Molly looked a bit put out by what Hermione had said, but she quickly gathered herself again and gave him a smile in return.
"No need to zank us, 'arry, we feel wiz you," the Veela smiled and then made a gesture to the door. "Shall we return upstairz?"
Grinning, he nodded and said: "Yes, we still have to unwrap presents, don't we?"
"Well then," his father said and he was put back on the floor again. Hermione and Molly gave him a reassuring smile, and they all made their way back upstairs. As he entered the living room again, two blonde heads instantly snapped up, and despite the casual posture his mates had on the sofa, Harry could read the worry in their eyes.
"What happened Harry? Are you feeling okay?" Lucius and Draco asked in stereo.
"It was just a submissive-thing," his father answered, making it sound as if he was utterly disgusted, but when he nudged the Potions Master in his side with his elbow, his dad gave him one of his smirks and ruffled his hair affectionately. To his right, he could see Fleur silently telling Bill something and the redhead looked sad for a moment, but Molly chose that moment to clap her hands together for attention and asked: "Now, who get's to pick the first present?"
Harry wasn't surprised when Ron instantly jumped up and called: "Me, me!"
Next to him, Hermione sighed in exasperation. He shook his head in agreement, but there was a wide grin on his face as began making his way over to his mates, who casually had watched him from the corners of their eyes until now. To his surprise, Hermione followed him and chose an armchair nearby, so that they would still be able to talk, or maybe she just wanted to help him make his relationship with Lucius and Draco look livelier because Sirius was once again looking slightly sour. Ignoring his godfather, he sat down next to Draco so that he was as close to Hermione as he could get while sharing a couch with his mates and snuggled into his second mate’s side before returning his attention to Ron, who indeed was now unwrapping his first gift, a wide, childish grin on his face. It turned out to be a package with a sweater, a knitted beanie, and scarf. Molly had apparently added some golden wool, which gave the dull maroon colour Ron had always hated a nice shimmer. Ron instantly pulled his old sweater off and exchanged it for the new one, showing it off proudly to his siblings.
Next to him, Draco scoffed silently, but it was still loud enough for Harry to hear. He gave his younger mate poke in his side and threw him a disapproving glare, but Draco only sneered: "What? Only poor people give people something self-made!"
He stiffened slightly but tried to remind himself that his presents, even though self-made, were quite unique, which still made them not particularly valuable. But Hermione, as well as McGonagall and Flitwick, had made it clear that he had created three very impressive magical artefacts. Still, he would warn his mates before they could open his gifts so that they would not be too disappointed.
"Who is next?" Ron asked loudly, and his attention snapped back to the celebration around him.
"Can I?" Ginny piped up, but Molly stopped her. "Now now, we are only guests here, I think it is time that our host gets his chance to open one of his presents." Ginny's face immediately lit up, making Harry cringe inwardly, he didn't even want to know what Ron's little sister had come up with in her love stricken craziness, and fortunately, his father had noticed it as well. He pulled his wand out and conjured a rather heavy looking package and let it drop into his lap. It was even heavier than it looked and apparently contained a whole collection of middle sized books and some larger ones.
"It is nothing special, but I hope it will further our relationship," his father explained in a tight voice that made him look up at the dark man. Was Severus nervous for some reason? He could almost imagine it, but then again, he knew how dear he was to his father. After their clumsy beginning in Albus' office, his dad had proven it time and time again. So he gave him a wide smile and said: "I am sure I will like it," before he began to carefully open the simple, green wrapping paper. And he was sure that he would like it, and even if it would just be because he knew that his father had most likely spent many hours of thought into his gift and made an effort.
He finally pushed the last layer to the side and his eyes fell onto what looked like old, worn down versions of his potions text books, some equally worn down notebooks and two more, smaller wrapped packages. Not really understanding why his father had given him these things, he picked one of the notebooks up, opened it on a random page and saw that it was covered in Severus’ spidery handwriting. He had written down what seemed to be the name of a potion from one of the textbooks, and below were many notes, suggesting different ingredients or ways to prepare some more efficiently. And sure enough, as he opened the matching text book to the right chapters, he found short notes as well.
"These are my old textbooks, with my personal alterations. In the notebooks you can look up how I worked the alternative ways of brewing out," his father began to explain, his voice still unusually tight and even gaining a nervous edge to it. "I know that you prefer less stressing activities in your free time, but I would be willing to work through these books with you, if you are interested, of course."
Harry had to smile at those unusually clumsy words. Of course, Severus would never say it out loud, but by now he knew his dad well enough to understand that he wished to share his life's passion with him, and truth to be told, he was intrigued to get an insight into his father's genius mind, although he imagined that he would never fully understand all of his dad's theories.
"I would like that!" he told Severus and leaned forward to hug him.
"Then you should open this parcel next," his dad said as they were separated again, and picked the somewhat misshaped looking package of the two remaining up. As Harry pulled the paper off, a small vial with a light blue liquid rolled into his hands.
"This will help your magical core to mature so that we do not need to work with First Year potions for the next few years and you may properly partake in my classes again," his dad explained without any prompting.
"But then I have no reason to work with Draco in Potions anymore," he sighed sadly. His father merely shook his head. "Then you are lucky that I will pair the students whenever you will need a partner in class."
Relieved, Harry pulled the stopper out of the vial and announced: "Then I will drink it!" however, his father stopped him and said: "You better drink that before going to sleep, it needs some time to take effect and it is not the most pleasant feeling, although, not unpleasant enough to wake you I would say."
Placing the vial carefully to the side, Harry nodded and picked the last present up, it felt like a framed photo. Suddenly curious, he ripped the wrapping paper off with more vigour than he had done with the last packages and came face to face with two people, sleeping leaned against each other on one of those sofa-like garden swings. The garden in the background looked completely unfamiliar, but he easily recognized the lengthy, dark haired teen and the beautiful, red haired girl; it was his mother and father, captured by some muggle camera.
"This picture was taken by your maternal grandmother in the summer before our seventh year. I was invited to a BBQ and it was on that evening that I decided I would ask her to go out with me when we returned to Hogwarts on our first Hogsmeade weekend."
Gulping, Harry traced the sleeping figures of his parents and suddenly had to fight tears. This possibly was the only truly intimate picture of his parents. He had known that they must have loved each other a lot, but to see it so clearly made him sad for their fate.
Someone in the room cleared their throat and the moment ended; he was glad for it. Squeezing his father's hand, he looked up again and saw that it had been Bill.
"If no one minds, I would like to give Fleur my present now," the oldest Weasley-son said and rose when no one said anything against it. He walked over to the Christmas tree, bent down and picked a small, neatly wrapped box up, which he gave to his fiancé.
Fleur took her time in opening her present, careful to not damage the golden paper. Harry watched, the scene making him smile as the Veela finally lifted two delicate, golden bracelets from a black jewellery-box.
"Is zis, what I zink it is?" She breathed tears in her voice.
Bill smiled softly at her. "Yes, it's a mother-bracelet."
Having no idea what a mother-bracelet was, Harry leaned over to Hermione, who instantly explained: "It is a set of bracelets, one for the child and one for the mother. It will grow hot when the child is in danger. Bill must have saved money for quite some time; they are rare and expensive."
When Bill had sat down again, Molly resolutely conjured three packages before one of her children could say anything, and to Harry's surprise, came over to them.
"It isn’t much," she addressed his two mates, who thankfully only looked politely neutral, "...and I am sure you can buy yourself finer materials, but I hope you will find a use for it anyway." She gave Lucius and Draco each a package and then turned to him, "Here Harry, this is for you."
He of course already knew what would be inside and quickly thanked Molly, he loved her knitted sweaters. However, instead of opening it immediately, he turned to watch his dominants, who were just pulling two matching, silver scarves from their packages. They looked incredibly soft and the wool was shimmering like silk, Molly and Arthur must have spent quite a bit to afford the wool for those scarves; he certainly would make sure that they wore them.
As if he had read his thoughts, Lucius leaned over and whispered: "You will make us wear it, am I correct?"
Harry only nodded and to his surprise, his two mates merely sighed and wrapped the scarves around their necks.
"Oh, I am so relieved that you like them," Molly beamed and bustled back to the small sofa which she shared with Arthur.
When it was Hermione's turn she picked up the parcel he and his mate's had gotten for her, Harry inwardly crossed his fingers as she opened it.
"What is that?" she asked confusedly as she examined the five golden coupons inside of it.
Grinning, almost giddy with excitement, he announced: "I had the idea that we could all go on a double date, so Lucius and Draco bought those restaurant vouchers. The restaurant is supposed to be really good; we thought maybe you could take Ron along?"
At his words Hermione flushed a violent shade of red and Ron began to splutter, but when their brainy friend turned to him with questioning eyes, the redhead blushed as well and gave a quick nod; apparently Ron was not as dense and uninterested as Hermione had guessed, Harry thought.
Next Molly and Arthur exchanged their gifts and after that, to his ultimate horror, Ginny managed to pick her present for him up and came over with a very expectant expression and a strong blush high on her cheeks.
"I hope you like it, Collin helped me with it," she told him and pressed what felt like another framed picture into his hands. He wished he could just reject the present, but that would be very impolite and probably lead to a huge argument, which he didn't want on Christmas. However, he wasn't really sure if accepting and opening the gift would not end in the same result.
Throwing his two mates an apologetic look, he accepted the parcel and quickly pulled the paper off. It was indeed a photo, showing him and Ginny. They were sitting at the Gryffindor table and smiling at each other, or rather, Ginny was smiling with a dreamy expression, while his smile seemed slightly strained, but apparently Ginny had not noticed that. There was also a letter, which he ignored for the moment in favour of clearing his throat; Ginny was clearly expecting some kind of response.
"Um… thank you… it's…. nice. But I think I will read your letter later in private if you don't mind?"
The sun literally shone out of Ginny's face and he quickly suppressed a shiver. Fortunately, and to his immense surprise after their fight earlier, Ron apparently had noticed his predicament and chosen to come to his aid. The redhead pushed his sister to the side and held a middle sized colourful package out for him.
"I… don't want to fight with you," he said a bit awkwardly, "especially not on Christmas and you are my best friend, even though you have a weird taste in… wo… er...men…" Ron declared and pushed the package into his hands. "It's from me and Fred and George… I know how much you like photos, but did not have enough money on my own, so I asked them…"
"And now tell him what is in the package, so that the surprise will be completely spoiled!" One of the twins called, but Harry ignored them in favour of a relieved smile; he had been afraid that Ron would need much longer to come around.
"Thank you," he added and began to unwrap the square box. For a moment he thought he was looking at a Muggle digital camera, but red letters pronounced: "Magic your camera to shoot pictures of your dearest," and "Only one flick of your wand and your photos are ready".
"That's great!" He beamed and pulled the camera out.
"We have already spelled it to take pictures of all people present right now and a few others, you just have to start it!" Fred and George called.
Pressing the power button of the black device, Harry jolted when the camera shot into the air and began to hover over his head for a minute, before flying away in a zigzag motion like a snitch, probably getting to work.
Giddy because of all the great gifts he had received so far, he spontaneously jumped to his feet and fetched the gifts for his father and mates. Only when he stood once again in front of them, the nervousness returned and he had to suppress the urge to chew on his bottom lip in nervousness. Instead, he forced himself to meet Draco and Lucius' eyes and told them: "I… made them myself… I hope you will still like them…"
Something like guilt flashed through Draco's eyes, but it was gone too quickly for him to be sure and so he merely handed the wrapped wands over, his heart picking up its speed. To his father, he said: "I think you will like it." before falling silent and waiting awkwardly as the three opened their gifts.
They revealed the silver boxes and examined them for a moment.
"It is nice," Draco finally said, clearly not certain what he should do with the box. Lucius and Severus looked just as confused.
Now feeling even more nervous, Harry told them: "You have to open them, the present is inside."
They did as told and then froze. For a long moment, none of them said anything as they stared without any expression at the wands he had crafted. Just when Harry thought that his heart would beat out of his chest, Lucius hesitatingly questioned: "Is that, what I believe it is?"
Feeling a blush rise, he shrugged. "I know you all have problems with your old wands… and I hope they will also help you to stay warm…"
"This is…" Draco began in a hoarse tone of voice and Severus ended it by saying "Amazing!"
Lucius was the first one who picked his new wand up and Harry almost jumped in surprise as the aristocrat gasped and his magic seemed to swirl for a moment around him, connecting with the wand, before settling down again.
Draco and his father swiftly followed and he was happy to see that the other two wands connected just as well to their new owners.
"For the first time now I feel embarrassed about my own present," Draco suddenly huffed and Lucius corrected "You mean, our present."
"I am sure I will love whatever you have gotten me! I mean, nothing can be as horrible as the presents I got from my aunt and uncle," he hastily reassured his mates.
"That is true," his father drawled, "but also no great feat. However, I have to agree that you mate's present will most likely be something overly exuberant and stupidly expensive."
"I can assure you, my old friend, that we tried to think of Harry as we picked his present," Lucius drawled back in the same manner just as Draco pushed a gigantic and very plush feeling package into his arms.
"Open it," his second dominate commanded with a sniff, clearly still not content with whatever was inside the golden paper.
As his excitement had still not dimmed, Harry quickly (and as neatly as possible to not offend his mates), opened the package. First, he only recognized many bright coloured square pieces of some kind of fabric that seemed to form a beautiful pattern, but once the paper fell completely off and the present was fully revealed, he squealed in excitement. It was a gigantic blanket, large enough that they would all fit underneath it. The colourful pattern reminded him of the covers he had seen at Ikea, but much more elegant of course.
Searching out the eyes of Draco, he saw that his second mate had turned an adorable shade of red and was avoiding eye contact; however, it wasn't necessary as he had received the message without a doubt.
"Thank you!" he exclaimed and threw himself around the blonde's neck.
"It was mainly father's idea," Draco huffed silently.
Shaking his head, he replied: "That may be, but I know it was you who picked the pattern. It looks just like the one I liked so much at that Muggle store." The blonde flushed even more and he decided that it was time to thank Lucius as well. He hugged him just as fiercely and was rewarded with a small, happy smile that he saw so rarely in public.
However, the moment was broken when someone cleared their throat and Harry blushed as he realized how much they had delayed the unwrapping. As some kind of apology, he walked once more over to the Christmas tree and fetched Ron and the twins' presents as well as the two for Molly and Arthur. He actually had no idea what his mates had gotten for Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, as they had not discussed it in detail and could only hope that Lucius and Draco had not gone too far and their present would not embarrass Ron's parents.
"They are from the three of us," he explained as he handed the packages over with a smile and then stepped back to watch as Ron practically ripped the wrapping paper off, while Fred and George were rolling their eyes and looking over their younger brother's shoulders. However, all three of their faces light up together as their eyes fell onto the annual ticket for the British Quidditch Stadium.
"Awesome!" Fred exclaimed and George added "Thanks, Harry, Lucius, Draco!" and Ron merely continued to stare with a transfixed gaze. Finally, the redhead breathed "And I was such a git this morning!" Laughter arose and once it had settled down, Molly and Arthur began to open their own gifts.
Harry tried not to sigh in exasperation, as Arthur unfolded a very expensive looking suit. Molly opened a jewellery box and pulled out a simple gold necklace with an amber heart pendant and a matching pair of earrings. With two long strides, Arthur had suddenly gone over to his mates and shook their hands.
"Thank you, your gift is much appreciated, especially now with one… or maybe two? weddings ahead. Lucius, Draco. I can call you by your first names as we are almost family now, aren't we?" Ron's father rambled over excitedly and to Harry's delight, when Draco opened his mouth to reply, he didn't look as if he was about to make any rude comments, which probably meant that his dominants had talked about the matter at some point or another.
"Of course, Arthur. Neither father, nor I believe that we should hold onto any old grudges of which neither of our family remembers the reason for anymore. If for no other reason, we should get along for Harry’s sake."
"Indeed," Lucius agreed and shook Arthur's hand as well. By now Molly was standing only a few steps away, smiling brightly (and a bit wetly), if Harry's eyes didn't betray him. She already wore the new jewellery and it matched her rather natural style perfectly; his mates truly had done well.
The rest of the unwrapping proceeded at a faster pace. He himself got a beautiful, red quill from Hermione that was made for left-handed people; apparently, his clever friend had overheard his father talking about his writing with Professor McGonagall and instantly acted on it. Sirius and Remus gave him a set of matching, but differently sized photo frames, and from Bill and Fleur he received a voucher for that store where he had bought his Halloween outfit.
Afterwards, they all settled down comfortably and Molly produced a gigantic punch bowl from the kitchen, and even Harry was allowed to try the delicious drink as it would have no effect on him anyway. They chatted until late in the night and only when Ginny began to yawn around 2.20AM, did Molly interrupt the ongoing conversations.
"Now, I think it is time to call it a night, we have children here, after all." To Harry's amusement she threw Ron and Ginny a look, but not him; apparently his mated status had changed her view of him already. After all, a mated creature was considered an adult and ready to manage his own household and such. Ron stuck his tongue out, but he only snickered in return, earning himself an exaggerated huff from said redhead. However, the moment was broken when Draco picked him up and carried him in the direction of the staircase. They halted in the doorway where he waved his friends a goodnight whilst ignoring Sirius and Ron's strained expressions, but fortunately both kept quiet.
Up in their room, Lucius was already waiting, clad only in a pair of tight boxer briefs. The blonde had already put their new blanket on the bed and laid the old ones to the side. At their entrance, the blonde just disappeared into the bathroom. Draco followed his father after placing Harry onto their shared bed. Suppressing a yawn of his own, Harry slid from the bed and walked over to his trunk, where he stopped and stared helplessly down at his packed things. He had no idea what to wear for the night. Draco had made it perfectly clear that he liked his body and liked looking and touching it and they all were mated now, so there really was no need to feel shy. It wasn't actually shyness he felt at the thought of sleeping in the nude; it was more a feeling of being overwhelmed. In the last 30 hours he had finally fulfilled the bond with his two mates, had been discovered by his friends and family, had argued, fought, made up, celebrated the best Christmas of his life, had a mental breakdown and somewhat recovered. The warm feeling in his stomach was still there, reminding him of everything that had happened and it all felt too much.
No, he wasn't feeling shy or afraid, but he felt as if he needed to get used to the new situation, as if he needed to calm down a little before evoking any desires in his dominants by awaiting them in the nude under their new cover. However, he did not own any shorts anymore, so, maybe his pyjama bottoms would do?
His eyes drifted helplessly through the room and stopped abruptly as they landed on Draco, who was just stepping out of his own pants, chest already bare and now only clad in a pair of boxer briefs like his father.
There was that back that had clearly not been as broad a day earlier, with those sleek seeker muscles moving subtly under the pale skin. And those legs, nearly as long as Lucius’ and slightly slimmer, but just as strong looking and well defined, ending in two perfectly round mounts which he could only barely trace, hidden as they were beneath those white briefs.
Gulping, he licked his lips, all thought of feeling unready for more physical interaction forgotten, or at least, almost. The same desire he had already experienced once with Lucius, back at Grimmauld Place, rose inside of him again; he wanted to touch, to feel, to trace. Explore the dips and curves of his second mate and feel the hardness of his body. But unlike Lucius had been back then, Draco was not asleep and neither had his second dominant given him permission to touch him whenever he wanted.
However, before he could avert his eyes politely, Draco's head turned, as if he had sensed his stare. Their eyes met and Harry felt a blush rising all the way up to his hair, but Draco only lifted an eyebrow in an expression of confusion.
"I think someone has noticed you, my son… and is getting bolder," Lucius hummed suggestively.
"Is that so?" Draco drawled back, equally alluring. Harry could have melted into a puddle at those deep, vibrating voices.
"Then why does our little submissive not come over if he misses us so much?" Draco turned his eyes back on him, but he wasn't able to form any coherent sentences anymore. Luckily he did not need to, as Lucius spoke up again.
"You never gave him the permission to simply touch and kiss you whenever he wants and I also assume that our little submissive does not want to tempt you too much yet."
A frown appeared on Draco's forehead, but it quickly smoothed over again and his younger mate began to make his way over to him, a seductive bounce to his hips, which made Harry actually lick his lips and immediately blush even more violently afterwards.
"Of course you can touch me whenever you like and wherever you like, love," Draco purred, placing a warm hand on his cheek and tilting his head up, so that he had to look his mate in his ice-blue orbs.
"Tell me, what is it that you want? Do you want me to cover your delicious body with kisses?" A shiver went down his spine at those words, but Harry shook his head.
"Or…" Draco continued, taking a step back "...do you wish to explore my body?"
His cheeks actually felt like they had exploded in flames, they were feeling that hot by now, but his reaction had been clear enough of an answer because Draco simply walked over to their bed, never breaking their eye contact, even as he lay down like a lazy cat that wanted to seduce his owner into petting it.
"Come here," he commanded and those two words were enough to finally break the spell that had kept Harry in place until now.
With three steps he had returned to the bed as well and was climbing up on it. His eyes were glued so fixedly onto Draco's broad chest that he barely noticed Lucius coming out of the bathroom and laying down behind him.
Shakily, he lifted his right hand but did not yet dare touch. This was what he had dreamed about for the last few months. Not their mating, not some super special dates, but simply to touch Draco's body and get to know every curve.
And oh, how could he have been blessed with another of those perfect creatures the Malfoy’s were? But a single look instantly showed him that his mates were not identical. Most people would probably not notice, but Draco's small and perfect nipples were slightly darker than Lucius', there was a more noticeable dip that led down to his chest bone and the muscles were of a different nature; as if they had developed for a different purpose to his father's.
Not able to hold himself back any longer, he finally let his hand sink down onto that perfectly sculpted abdomen; it was hard and firm like he had imagined, but covered by skin that was as soft as silk and not calloused by too many hours of hard labour outside in the garden like his own was.
He let his hand wander upwards and over a nipple, making his dominant shiver. Delighted at the reaction, Harry leaned forwards and captured the nub between his lips, massaging it with his lips tasting Draco's skin at the same time.
Draco actually drew in a sharp breath of air and shuddered even more violently; apparently his second dominant liked the sensation as much as he did. He let his tongue lap against the hardened tips and hummed in delight at the taste of Draco's skin, before letting it go again, but only to shift his attention to another body part, nuzzling his way up to the blondes carotid and inhaling the strong scent of Draco's delicious blood, he wanted to finally taste it, but not now when he was already so tired and would not be able to enjoy it fully.
Therefore he left his second dominant's neck and wandered lower; much, much lower, past Draco's rosy nipples and even his belly button, stopping only when he had reached his mate's waistband. Draco's cock had felt so similar and so different to Lucius' yesterday and he wanted, no, needed to know if the only thing different about them was their magical signature that covered the thick shafts like a second layer of skin.
Inhaling deeply, he nuzzled the length through the silken fabric, before pushing the briefs down carefully. His heart stuttered; Draco was just so beautiful, just like Lucius, and in this case it was meant literally, for their cocks truly looked alike.
He nuzzled the shaft again, this time without fabric hindering the real contact and marvelled at the silken texture. His tongue came out and carefully tasted the musky smelling skin. It was so delicious.
Too far gone to know what was proper and what might be going too far anymore, he began to devour the shaft, licking and caressing it with his tongue, tracing the shape of its head, tasting the bitter-sweet precum there and sliding back down to his mate's soft balls. However, he did not stay there for long, as the short taste of precum and the feeling of Draco's magic prickling on his tongue had just been too addictive. So he went down again and was soon bobbing his head up and down the impressive length, taking it all the way in down to his throat, afraid to miss anything.
"Harry, stop… or I will… I will…"
He barely noticed his mate's voice. He wanted to test Draco and that goal was the only remaining thing in his mind. So he let his tongue swirl around the head of his mate's cock again and gave him one last, strong suck and that was all it took for Draco to explode in his mouth. Draco shivered violently beneath him and his groan was like music to his ears. He milked the softening cock of its last droplets of cum, before slowly sitting up again.
For a moment he stared at his panting dominant, but then his senses came back and heat exploded all over his face and neck. He suddenly felt very embarrassed and began to shift in the direction of the edge of the bed, but his mates noticed his movements and suddenly two sets of strong arms captured him, dragged him down and before he knew what was happening he was sandwiched between their warm bodies.
"You will not get all shy on us now," Lucius admonished sternly. "How often do I have to tell you that we appreciate all type of attention from you? Does Draco look angry in any way? Or I? I think we both enjoyed your sudden burst of boldness very much!"
Blushing, Harry buried his face into his pillow in a weak attempt to hide. However, something Lucius had said stuck in his mind and he carefully uncovered his face, asking: "You both liked it?"
"Hmm," his older mate hummed. "It was quite the delectable sight."
"Father is right," Draco agreed, he didn't sound breathy anymore. "You have just as much right to our bodies as we have to yours. And would you dislike it if we were to pleasure you?"
Blushing again (really, it was becoming embarrassing) he cleared his throat awkwardly and sat up again. "Er… yes… but I really have to change into my pyjamas now…"
"Oh no, you will not leave us now," Draco huffed and tightened his arms around him.
"But I can't sleep in these expensive trousers," he tried to protest, however the answer he got was not what he had expected.
"Then just get undressed," Draco replied slyly.
"But then I will be naked!" He exclaimed in reply.
To his left, Lucius propped himself up a little, looking down at him. "Harry, Draco and I are just as tired as you are and we all know that the first time we are intimate in such a way with each other should not happen while tired or in any haste."
He hesitated only for a second, before he nodded, gave both of his mates a small smile and began to wriggle out of his sweater and pants. Once he was ready, he quickly pulled their new blanket up, before snuggling against Draco and tugging on Lucius’ arm, who instantly followed him until they lay almost in the same position as they had last night beneath the Christmas tree.
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