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A Prince in Lion's Clothing	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 36570 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 9
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Harry woke up and looked down. Finally, the Hell Fortnight was over! He was a he again!

He got out of bed and walked over to his trunk, getting his shower things and joining Neville is the shower.

Neville glanced over and grinned. “Happy to have your bits back?” He asked.

Harry returned the grin. “Am I ever!” He confirmed.

They showered and headed down to meet Hermione in the common room.

“Happy to have all your boy parts back?” She asked with a smile.

Harry nodded. “God, yes! I will never look at girls the same way again! The things you put up with!”

Hermione chuckled. “Well, I’m glad to hear that, at least. Maybe all boys should spend two weeks as a girl.” She mused.

“I don’t think we really need to do that.” Neville said nervously.

“Well, maybe not you. You treats us right already.” Hermione told him.

Neville breathed a sigh of relief.

“But the rest of the boys, it could probably do some good.” She added.

They headed down to breakfast together.

Ron was already there, eating.

They ignored him and took their usual seats, dishing up their breakfasts and eating as they talked.

About halfway through the meal, Harry realized that his charm for poison was glowing every time he lifted his goblet to his lips. He hadn’t noticed it before because it wasn’t glowing green or red, but rather silver.

“Hermione, can I borrow a piece of parchment?” He asked.

Hermione dug through her bag and pulled out a square slip.

Harry quickly penned a note to Pansy, asking what silver meant, and folded it into a paper crane, sending it over to her.

After a few moments, it came back. Written on the back was a short note: “I don’t know. Don’t eat or drink it.”

‘Too late.’ Harry thought, sighing as he pushed his goblet away from him. “Well, I guess a drink with breakfast is out today.” He said.

“Why?” Hermione asked.

“I have a charm bracelet that tells me if something is poisoned. The charm glows green if it protects against it, red if it doesn’t, and when I picked up my goblet, it glowed silver. Pansy has no idea what that means, but it can’t be good. Whatever it is, I drank some already.” He explained.

Neville frowned. “So we'll find out at some point.”

“Most likely.” Harry said, nodding.

Hermione hummed. “It might be another prank.” She said.

Harry sighed, then, “Most likely.” He agreed heavily.

He had gotten help from Severus with a spell he could Ward his bed with, but it didn’t protect him from his drinks being spiked. It was unfortunate.

However, he had plenty to look forward to in about two weeks.

He was going to cast his first killing curse!

Too bad he couldn’t share that with anyone. Even Hermione and Neville wouldn’t understand that. So they couldn’t share in his excitement.

And he really was excited! He felt just a little bad that he was looking forward to it so much, but at the same time, he had been treated so badly, was it any surprise that he was looking forward to getting to treat them to a taste of what he’d lived with? He couldn’t help that he craved his revenge against them when they had all done so much and yet so little at the same time!

So much pain and misuse.

So little kindness and understanding.

It was time for them to feel what that felt like, and beg for the release they could only get from death.

And Harry knew he’d relish every second of it.

He finished his breakfast and got up.

Or, he tried to, at least, but as soon as he tried to stand, he collapsed backwards onto the floor, his knees bending backward rather than holding him up.

“Um.” He said. “Why does this not hurt?”

Hermione was looking at him, horrified.

Neville looked intrigued. “That must be the prank’s effects.”

Harry tried to stand again and jerked upright, arms flying into the air, narrowly missing Hermione, and waving around a bit before falling back to his sides before he fell forward, too. “This sucks.” He muttered into the ground.

People were noticing, there were some laughs and mutterings going on.

Harry jerked upright again, arms flailing wildly around him. “Little help here!” He snapped at Hermione and Neville.

“Oh, of course! Sorry!” Hermione said as she and Neville stood and each grabbed an arm, throwing them over their shoulders. “Hospital Wing?” Hermione asked Neville.

Neville shook his head. “Fred and George first.”

They walked down the table until they got to the grinning twins. “That one we have an antidote for.” George said, handing over what looked like a stick of chewing gum. “Eat that and wait an hour. Then you'll be fine.”

“An hour?!” Harry shouted as his arms flailed, hitting Hermione, Neville and George in the process. “Why does it take an hour?!”

Fred grinned, ducking another arm movement. “It just does, we can’t get it to work any faster! Sorry!”

Harry collapsed again, looking up at them. He opened his mouth and Hermione put the stick of gum in his mouth. He chewed and discovered that it was taffy, not gum. He swallowed and jerked upright again. “How did you guys even come up with this?!”

George smiled. “Saw something moving like that when we were driving round Muggle London with Dad.”

“Got our interest.”

“And a new idea was born!” They said together.

Harry sighed. And then flailed.

*****

Draco moaned around Fred's cock, feeling George swallowing around him.

He could see Fred sucking George’s cock, just barely, and the sight was turning him on more than he’d ever thought possible!

Fred pulled off long enough to warn that he was going to come, and George echoed the sentiment, so Draco paused for a second to add in, “Race you to the finish!” and they all set to sucking with a renewed fervour.

George came first with a low growl that set Draco off and as he hummed around Fred, Fred tipped over the edge, and Draco managed to swallow most of it, a small trickle escaping his mouth.

George scrambled up to Draco’s mouth and licked the dribble, then kissed him to share the flavour with him.

Draco hummed happily into the gentle kiss before Fred shoved George out of the way and claimed Draco's mouth fiercely.

Draco blinked as Fred pulled away, smiling, and huffed out a short laugh. “That was fun.” He said breathlessly.

George hummed his agreement, leaning back on his elbows, and eyed Draco's body in blatant lust. “You're gorgeous. How did we ever get lucky enough to deserve you?”

Draco smirked. “It's not luck, it’s smarts. You both decided to switch and that’s why I'm still here.” He told them.

Fred grinned. “Best decision we ever made!” He declared.

George cocked his head. “How likely is it that You-Know-Who—”

“The Dark Lord.” Draco corrected.

“What?” George asked blankly.

Draco sighed. “If you are following him, or his consort, which you are, you should address him correctly and with respect.” He said, then repeated, “The Dark Lord.”

George just sighed and rolled his eyes, before starting over. “How likely is it that the Dark Lord is going to want us to follow him instead of Harry?”

Draco considered his words carefully. “Well, that depends.” He said. “How loyal are you to Harry?” He asked.

“Extremely.” Fred answered immediately.

George nodded his agreement.

Draco hummed. “And, how loyal are you to His cause?” He added.

“Er.” George said, looking at Fred. “Not very?” He asked more than said.

Draco smiled. “Considering the trouble you two could make for him if he set you a task you didn’t agree with, I think, if Harry pleads your case for you, he'd leave you in Harry’s group permanently. It’s just safer to have Harry order you in his place and make you think it’s Harry’s ideas you are following. Eventually, the two are going to become one and the same anyway.”

“Well, wait, what exactly is his cause? Because I don’t think Harry would stand for the whole ‘kill all the Muggleborns’ tripe we've been fed.” Fred said.

Draco made a face. “No. That’s not right. He wants to impose laws protecting our holidays from erosion, making practicing them mandatory. And also, he wants more Dark Arts taught in schools. Not the addictive stuff!” Draco added at their shocked faces. “Standard things that all Dark children are taught. The lip-locker, which Harry has clearly used on you with only one minor modification so I could discuss things like this with you, locking spells that stand up to ‘alohomora,’ stronger privacy Wards, things like that. Not the Unforgivables!” He finished.

“Oh. But not kill Muggleborns?”

Draco shook his head. “No. We try not to kill.”

Fred hummed. “We might be persuaded around.”

George grinned. “If your tight little arse is our prize for joining in.” He added.

Draco smirked. “Oh, you'll have to beg before I'll give you that.” He purred.

“How much do you want to bet we'll get into your pants without begging?” Fred shot back.

“Oh, you’re on, big shot. Five galleons too steep for you?”

Fed and George both smiled widely. “We're in.” They answered as one.
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