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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the universe, or anything you may recognize herein. I only play in this universe for fun. I also do not make any money from writing this, I do it for the entertainment of other sick-minded individuals like myself.

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“Mr. Zabini, please stay after class a moment.” Severus called out as the class began to put their things away.

Draco shared a look with Blaise and hissed, “What did you do?”

Blaise shook his head and muttered. “I don’t know.”

Harry hid his smile. Severus was at least true to his word.

After everyone else had left, Blaise walked up to Severus’ desk. “You wanted to see me?” He asked.

Severus cleared his throat. “Yes. I wanted to thank you. For teaching Harry about rimming.” He said awkwardly.

A slow smile crossed Blaise’s face. “Ah. Benefitted from that, did you? It was my pleasure. His arse is delicious.” He purred.

Severus sighed. “That was more information than I needed. That was all. You may go.”

Blaise walked out of the room in high spirits. Draco was waiting.

“What was that all about?” He asked.

Blaise smiled. “Trust me, you don’t want to know.”

“Why is that?”

“It directly involves Harry and his arse. And Severus’.”

Draco sneered. “Disgusting.”

“Ah, that’s where you’re wrong.” Blaise murmured, leading the way to their next class.

*****

Harry waylaid Blaise on the way out of Charms. “So, did Severus talk to you about what I think he wanted to talk about?”

Blaise grinned. “He wanted to thank me for my, ah, informative sexual style.” He said in amusement.

Harry chuckled. “So that would be a yes.” He grew solemn. “D'you think you two will ever get along?” He asked curiously as they headed toward the Great Hall.

Blaise frowned. “We ‘get along' just fine. We're just not friends. He's my professor, gorgeous, I’m here to learn from him, not make nice with him. If I tried to get overly familiar, I don’t imagine he'd appreciate it, and I do imagine he'd nip that right in the bud.” He added.

Harry scowled. “He is being difficult. But he’s getting better. We talked a lot, last night, and we came to an understanding concerning my feelings toward him and the fact that his place in my life is in no jeopardy at all.” He smiled softly. “No one can replace him.” He murmured.

Blaise eyed him, wondering if he'd ever be the one to put that loving, tender expression on Harry's face, or if it was reserved for his submissives alone. He nearly sighed aloud when he realized that even if he did, he wouldn’t be the one to see it, and thus, he'd never know. “So what are your plans for today?” He asked to take his mind off the sombre thoughts.

Harry hummed. “I was thinking of writing to Draco during History of Magic—”

“Just because Binns is a shite teacher doesn’t mean you should slack off. You should spend the time reading and taking notes from the book.” Blaise interrupted.

Harry scowled at him. “Maybe that’s important for you, but what good is History going to be for an Auror?” He snapped.

“Touchy.” Blaise said lightly, stopping in the doorway of the Great Hall. “Are you sure you want to go into such a high-profile career? One where your every move will be scrutinized every hour of every day? You're so likely to get Outed as a vampire, at the very least.”

Harry paused, thinking. “You're right. But what else is there for me?”

Blaise smiled. “We’ll look over other options later. For now, just don’t distract Draco or I. We’ll decide if you need history tonight.”

Harry nodded and they went their separate ways for lunch.

*****

“If I change to Healer, I can apprentice under Pomfrey.” Harry said thoughtfully.

“Yes, you can.” Blaise agreed.

“And I won’t need Potions!” Harry added enthusiastically.

Blaise coughed. “Actually,” He said hesitantly, “Healers need better Potions scores than Aurors do, since they deal with Potions and their effects—and side-effects—daily. Sorry, but you'd need to improve a little more to qualify. But it is doable. I can help, and maybe Draco could assist you, too, if he feels up to it.”

Harry frowned. “Oh. What about a herpetologist?” He asked. “I'd like to study snakes for a living!”

Blaise smiled, looking at the flyer Harry held. “I thought you might. That's why I included that one. You'd probably study and deal with other reptiles and amphibians, too, but you can always specialize in snakes. You'd need to re-enroll in Care of Magical Creatures, and it’s a little late for that, but Dumbledore has made special allowances for you and your friends before, so I don’t see how this would be any different.” He said evenly.

Harry eyed him. “That doesn’t bother you? The special treatment, I mean.” He said.

Blaise smiled. “Gorgeous, I’m benefitting from it. Of course it doesn’t bother me, now. Before, it stung a bit, yes, but I'm over it.”

Harry chuckled. “Well, at least you’re honest.”

“So talk to Dumbledore. See if you can get back into the classes, maybe take an accelerated catch-up course to get you filled in on what you’ve missed, and go for it.” Blaise suggested.

Harry nodded. “I’m going to keep my classes otherwise for now, because I might decide to go with Healer after all, it does sound nice, helping people in need. But after I get rid of old Snake-Face, I’ll give up chasing dark wizards.”

“It makes me feel great to hear you say that. Aurors go into danger every day, and I don’t want to lose you to a criminal down the line. I don’t want to lose you at all.” Blaise added.

Harry leaned in and kissed him. “Don’t worry; I’ll pick a safer career.” He assured his mate.

*****

Harry knocked on Dumbledore’s door and waited for the man to answer. He had half an hour before curfew, which would hopefully be enough time to discuss altering his classes to the extent he’d need for his change of heart.

Dumbledore opened the door and smiled at him. “Harry, my boy, come in. What brings you here?” He asked, then summoned an elf and asked for tea to be brought to them.

“I changed my mind about becoming an Auror. It’s a high-profile career, high-risk, too, and I don’t want to risk being found out as a vampire—or anything else.” Harry explained.

Dumbledore nodded. “It is indeed. Do you have any idea what you would rather do?” He asked.

Harry smiled. “Blaise and I went over it, and I decided on either a Healer or a herpetologist, only—"

“You’d need to go back into Care of Magical Creatures, and it’s rather too late for that. I can ask Hagrid to give you specialized lessons, only on those creatures you might encounter in that job, and he can give them to you after dinner. You might be late getting to bed if the lessons run a bit late, but I’m sure you’d be able to work around that possibility.” Dumbledore mused. “Your potions grade would have to improve to become a Healer, if you go that route.”

Harry smiled ruefully. “I’m thinking of asking Severus to help me. We’re getting along much better now, and I think if he just explained some of his techniques and some interactions I’m a bit fuzzy on, I could improve a lot.” He told the man.

Dumbledore nodded thoughtfully. “That might work, yes. I’m glad you two are starting to see eye-to-eye. Severus has a lot of love to give, so do you, and I think you both could be very good for each other, if only you could get over your petty differences.”

Harry nodded. “We’re working on it.”

Dumbledore smiled widely. “It does my heart good to hear it. Now, I will talk to Hagrid tomorrow, and he will decide if he has the time to spare for you and will likely get back to you about it by dinnertime. Expect an owl from him. Get back to your room and get some sleep, but do come back to chat from time to time. You’re always so busy lately, I miss seeing you like I used to.”

Harry nodded. “I’ll try to remember to stop by for a chat once in a while. I have a lot going on, but there’s always time for the important people in my life.” He said.

Dumbledore waved as Harry hurried out of the room. He smiled. Things were finally settling into place, right where they should be. His two favorite young men were finding love in each other, Harry was turning away from the danger that seemed to creep closer every year, and even an enemy and a wild card were perhaps being brought into their side of the war. Things were right where they needed to be, for certain.

*****

“So Blaise and I discussed some things yesterday, and I don’t think I’m going to try for becoming an Auror after all.” Harry told his friends as they sat down for breakfast.

“What?!” Ron asked. “But we were supposed to become Aurors together!” He nearly shouted. “We were going to be partners!”

Harry shook his head. “And you can still become an Auror, Ron, but it’s a very high-profile career. How likely do you think it is that I could become one and keep my secret?” He asked softly.

Ron frowned. “I guess there is that. But who will be my partner? What if I'm stuck working with someone I hate?” He asked.

Harry grinned. “I suggest not letting that influence your work while on duty. Or learn to like whoever they put you with.”

“I suppose so.” Ron said sullenly.

“So what are you thinking of doing instead?” Hermione asked. “Or hadn’t you gotten that far yet?”

“I was thinking of either a Healer—”

“Bit ambitious, with your potions grade.” Hermione teased.

Harry smiled and nodded. “Or a herpetologist.”

Hermione's eyes widened. “Studying reptiles! Of course, why didn’t I think of that?!” She asked to herself.

“I was considering specializing in snakes.” Harry added.

“You'd certainly have more insight than most others.” Hermione quipped.

Harry chuckled. “Yes. Hagrid should be getting back to me about special lessons sometime today. I’m actually pretty excited about it.”

“Well, let me be the first to wish you luck on your new endeavour.” Hermione said. “Now let’s finish eating and get to class.”
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