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The Pack	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55787 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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It was as if all the sound had been sucked from the room, silence intense in its presence. Ginny’s sharp inhale of breath breaking the spell and the room erupted in a cacophony of noise. Shocked expletives, denials and heartfelt pleas filled Harry’s delicate ears, lifting his hand to block the sound.

“Harry…please.” Ginny whimpered, her eyes wide with fear and a hint of something else.

Guilt?

Bitch…lying with another…not needed…not your mate.

The inner voice howled with certainty and Harry could barely contain the shiver that travelled down his spine. His eyes immediately seeking out Remus’ amber gaze and Sirius’ deep azure eyes.

Pack

The shiver became a delicious shudder that seemed to transverse his whole body and his skin felt on fire. Remus’ eyes were sad and forlorn, his gaze hateful as it lit upon the crying Ginny. Molly’s wails of denials permeated his covered ears and Harry looked at the woman with a fury that filled his heart.

“What the hell have you done?” Ron’s indignant cry pierced the noise and Harry’s heart fell at the tone. Stunned when he realised that it was not directed at him, Ron’s flushed face was murderous as he glared at his sister.

“I…Harry…I haven’t done anything…please believe me!” she pleaded, his hands imploring and Harry felt sick, nausea rising.

“I can smell him…all over you!” his voice cracked with emotion, fury not upset at the forefront of his muddled mind.

“Ginny is a good girl,” Molly yelled, her face offering Harry a look of contempt, “She would never do that!”

“Harry’s right…I can smell it.” Remus muttered and took a step back as the glare was directed at him.

“How could you do that!” Ron screamed, his temper reaching fever pitch.

“I haven’t.” she whispered, but Harry heard another tone under the pleading, a sound of arrogance. Her teary eyes fixed on him, a face like butter wouldn’t melt and Harry could feel his blood boiling.

“There…she wouldn’t…Harry, I’m ashamed of you.” Molly admonished him and for a brief second Harry felt true remorse.

Sirius thankfully snapping him from that mood, his voice loud and venomous. Everyone stopped talking as his godfather made his feelings known, Ginny paling.

“How fucking dare you!” his blue eyes were filled with fire, “You come into our home and spout this crap,” he rounded on Molly, face furious, “And you…I can spot a lie a mile away…how long have you known that Ginny was cheating?”

Molly had the good graces to look stunned for a moment, for Harry that brief flicker of surprise confirmed his suspicions. The woman that he thought of a surrogate mother had been aware of Ginny’s indiscretions and lied.

“You…you…fucking bitch!” Harry screamed, his face contorted with agony at their betrayal.

“Don’t you dare talk to my mother like that!” Ginny screeched, the sad look morphing into a twisted semblance of anger.

“Mom…did you know?” Ron’s whispered, his eyes tearing as he looked at his mother, Hermione held his hand offering him support and Harry felt anguished at putting him through this torment.

“Stay out of this!” Molly snapped at him, her eyes not even looking at him, her focus solely on her daughter.

“You knew.” Ron’s voice was lost and forlorn.

Harry couldn’t take it anymore, his eyes stuck on the broken look on his best friends face. Memories of Ron being treated like a second class citizen within the Weasley household, loved by his father and brothers but woefully ignored or belittled by his mother.

“GET OUT!” the wrath in Harry’s voice made Molly and Ginny falter, stunned at the pure hatred radiating from him.

Opening her mouth to speak, Molly was shocked when no sound came out. Sirius stood wand in hand, his face thunderous and Remus’ eyes were set on them, fire burning in the amber depths.

“Leave…now!” Sirius’ tone brooking no argument, Molly grabbed Ginny’s hand, stroking her shoulder offering comfort as they approached the floo.

The room frozen as they left, Harry felt as if the air had been let out of him, slumping to the floor and suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Hands, soft and strong comforted him ,the familiar scents of Remus and Sirius flooded his senses.

“It’s going to be okay.” Sirius assured him and Remus nodded his agreement.

“Mate…I had no idea,” Ron’s voice was trembling, Harry looked into friends miserable eyes, “She didn’t look back to see if I had followed.” he whispered and Hermione pulled him into a hug, the red head shaking.

“Oh Ron, I’m so sorry.” Hermione consoled him, hugging him tightly and he sniffed, straightening his shoulders and lifted his gaze, trying to portray that everything was fine.

“Hey Moine…its okay,” he looked at the clock, “Haven’t you got a date in half an hour?” her eyes widened as she looked at the clock.

“Oh…yes…I said I would meet Victor,” she glanced at her two upset friends, smiling, “It’s okay, I’ll owl him and cancel.”

Both men insisting that she carry on with her date, reluctantly agreeing and promising to talk to them later. The flare of the floo as she left seemed to bring a fresh wave of hurt to Harry, burying his face in Remus’ shoulder.

“So you and Hermione?” Remus tentatively asked, Ron gave a absent minded smile and shrugged his shoulders.

“Better as friends,” he faltered and brief flash of nerves crossed his face. “I’m not sure what I want…to be honest.” his eyes flickered between Remus and Sirius.

“Mmm I remember feeling that once.” Sirius said with a soft smile his attention returned to the pale Harry, concern clouded his handsome features.

“Harry, are you ok?” Remus’ gentle tone made Harry’s eye brim and he lowered his gaze, staring anywhere but at the three men.

“How?…why would she do that?” he mumbled, his voice hitching and Remus pulled him into a tight embrace.

“I honestly don’t know…are you going to be okay?” Sirius’ question gave Harry pause for thought, memories tumbling through his head. Soft kisses, sweet touches and how right it had felt in her arms.

All a lie

Bitch was beneath us…better mates are here.

The inner voice deep and full of need, conviction in the words. Harry’s heart raced then stuttered to a halt at the sense of betrayal that he felt. Remus was talking to him, his voice calm and gentle but Harry did not hear the words. Rage, hot in its intensity seemed to burn him from the inside out. A gasp filled the room, Ron pale and shaking, his eyes fixed on Harry. Pure terror in his gaze, Sirius turned to follow his line of sight and his face registered the same surprise. All Harry felt was the consuming anger that raced through his veins and set his flesh alight.

“Oh Merlin…his eyes!” Ron shouted, Sirius grabbed the red head and flung him towards the floo. Harry barely caught a few of the rushed words, something about getting Snape and the potion…now!

Lights seemed to become clearer, his glasses getting in the way and he threw them to the floor and allowed the glowing sights to engulf his mind. Soft fingers tightened on his arm and he turned to look at Remus, amber eyes flaring yellow as they stared into his matching orbs. Heat everywhere and Harry felt on fire, pulling at his clothes anything to get some relief from the heat.

“Sirius…get out.” Remus howled, his teeth elongating.

Harry ran the tip of his tongue along his own mouth and felt sharper canines. His eyes looking down to take in the sight of his nails lengthening before his very eyes.

“Remi…what’s happening!” Sirius frantic voice was high pitched and brimming with fear.

Remus looked at Harry, taking in the changes he knew that must be becoming apparent and he turned to look at his lover, having enough of his own mind to warn him.

“I’m changing…I think..” his voice began to deepen, “Harry’s magic is forcing the change…god Siri…leave,” he went to touch his lover, pulling his hand back as Harry growled, “We could hurt you, close this floo and bar the doors…change to Pads if we get loose.”

Harry watched Remus go to touch Sirius and a low growl sprang from his own mouth, deep and dangerous. Unable to feel anything but a strange need, a slow seductive desire that was building inside him. Wanting to be close to the other wolf, needing the close proximity to feel content and complete. The feeling was there with his godfather too but at this moment the wolf inside him was screaming to be near its own kind.

Must make the alpha submit

Alpha…submit…what?

Harry’s mind was foggy and uncooperative, as if he was sharing himself with someone else who wanted control. Shaking his head to try and clear the fog, a second of clarity showed a retreating Sirius, his face crestfallen and concerned.

“Sirius.” he managed to say before it morphed into a growl, his godfather’s face falling at the sound and he ran from the room, locking the door behind him.

Leaving a confused Harry staring at Remus, the man’s face mirroring his own physical changes. Shining, reflective yellow eyes and elongated canines, Harry felt stronger and his clothes were strained with the increased muscle mass. Fearful, Harry waited for the other changes to take effect, realising after a minute or two that nothing else seemed to be happening. Still not in complete control, Harry felt trapped inside himself, watching like a bystander from deep within himself. Calm washed over him until the scent of Ginny reached his nostrils, her essence seemed to have crept everywhere, staining the very walls. The rage that had dissipated howled back into him and his hands clenched, the need making his head swim.

Make him submit

Eyes drawn to the other wolf, Remus watching him warily and he could see the tension in the man’s body. Harry’s own body responded and moved with a purpose, slowly circling him. Taking in the scent and accessing the potential threat from the other wolf.

Older…strong…fast

The voice inside Harry listed Remus’ qualities but then a slow arrogant growl filled his mind and he smiled. Remus’ eyes narrowed and he seemed to lower himself, ready to fight, sensing Harry’s inner dialogue and expecting an attack. Harry moved back, giving the man space and dropped the smile, planning his next move.

Slow…lure…then take what’s yours.

His hands reached up to pull at his shirt, tugging the button and sending them flying across the room in all direction. Remus flinched but Harry was aware enough to see the flash of desire that crossed his features. Possessed completely by the inner voice, Harry surrendered and watched with growing fascination. Lifting up his hand and scoring the long claws across his own torso, shuddering and hissing as the tip caught the top of his nipple. A flood of pheromones assaulted his nostrils, Remus’ body responding to the sight and Harry could smell the arousal. The wolf let out a soft pleased yip at the development and Harry found that he was pleased too. Stunned and ashamed that he was elated that his godfather’s lover was turned on by him. Horrified with himself, Harry began to panic and fought to take control back from the inner wolf.

No!

The presence whined and bombarded Harry with feelings and desires, almost brought to his knees by the tidal wave of emotion. Harry was drained, incapable of resisting, astonished and frightened by the new feelings. Remus’ face was understanding and filled compassion, gently he touched Harry’s arm. The touch was electric, every nerve igniting and Harry pulled the man into his arms, crushing him against his chest. The older man resisted and Harry held him tighter, shocked himself at his new strength.

“Harry…stop.” Remus growled out, teeth clicking together close to Harry’s face and Harry slammed his lips to the man, kissing and nipping hard at his mouth. Remus’ vicious teeth bit into his lip but Harry refused to let go, lapping at the blood that flowed and deepening the kiss. The urge to bite back overwhelming and Harry’s bit hard, savouring the warm blood that flowed into his mouth, Remus whimpered.

YES

The wolf inside revelled at the noise spilling from Remus’ lips, Harry’s tongue chasing the blood and mapping the contours of the other wolfs mouth.

What am I doing?

Harry was horrified by his behaviour and pulled back from the whimpering man, pushing him away at the same time. Remus stumbled back and fell to the floor, Harry instinctively dropped down to touch him. Checking to see that there was no damage, his fingers moved on their own, caressing the soft flesh just visible under Remus’ shirt. Fighting with himself, Harry found it impossible not to enjoy the feel of the skin beneath his fingertips. Glowing yellow eyes, the amber barely noticeable looked up at him and Harry leaned forward. Remus moved and met him halfway, their lips brushing against each other. The anger inside falling away and he breathed in the growing scent of need, the smell emanating not only from the man beneath him but from his own pores.

“Harry.” Remus muttered, his face seemingly torn between pushing him away and kissing him again.

The latter feeling won as Remus kissed Harry harder, both of them immersing themselves in the touching of their lips, the world outside ceased to exist. Hot breath spilled into each other and they swallowed each others lusty growls, Harry was the first to deepen the kiss. Pressing his body against Remus’, pushing the man down on to the floor, covering the other wolf’s form with his own. Harry’s tongue thrusting into Remus’ willing mouth. Remus ran his fingers through Harry’s hair and tugged his head back to expose his throat.

No!

Harry pulled his head away and kissed Remus harder, the man moaning as the kiss reopened the bites. Coppery blood stained Harry’s teeth as he pulled back, pushing his hips down and almost groaning at the feel of a hard cock pressed to his own. Rough fingers grabbed the back of Remus’ head and yanked it back exposing the tender flesh, Harry was amazed by his own actions but his heart was thundering not because of the inner wolf but because of his own reaction. Remus’ eyes widened and he bucked up, flipping Harry onto his back. Grinding down and hissing as the contact made them harder, Harry’s hips thrusting up to increase the pressure. All thoughts of possession and claiming gone from his fevered mind, the wolf and the teen as one. Need, pure in its lust raced inside the writhing Harry, the pressure and pleasure at the unfamiliar sensation of another rigid shaft against his own dripping cock obliterating all rational thought.

“Fuck.” his voice not only deep from the change but from desire echoed in the room, Remus silenced him by slamming their mouths together.

Rutting frantically Harry could feel his trousers sticking to him, his cock leaking pre-come and his balls began to tingle. The all familiar herald of an approaching climax sounding in his head, taking a deep breath and screaming his release into Remus’ mouth. The other wolf shuddering against him and Harry felt a foreign wetness adding to his own. His orgasm leaving him shaky and disorientated, come coating his sated cock and he rubbed against Remus’ spent shaft. Both of them moaning at the sensation travelling along their now sensitive cocks, Harry closed his eyes.

The moon full and ripe, hanging above his head as he opened his eyes to find himself lying on the cool grass. The night sky blinding as he narrowed his eyes to reduce the glare, looking around the forest and breathing in the fresh pine scent. The taste of copper still on his tongue as he licked his lips. A warm body against his made his heart race and he turned to look into soft amber jewelled eyes.

“Remus.” Harry whispered and leaned to kiss the man next to him.

Part of him knew that he should feel guilt at what he had done and at what he wanted to do but his sated body and mind were content. Remus brushed his lips against Harry’s throat, nuzzling against the soft flesh and Harry laughed at the ticklish feeling. Gasping as teeth nipped at the throbbing pulse point in his neck and the wolf inside balked at the treatment. Threading his fingers into the silky hair at the nape of Remus’ neck, caressing for a second before pulling forcefully. Drinking in the pained moan that fell from the amber eyed wolf’s lips.

“Mine!” Harry’s growled and Remus struggled, fighting and clawing at him, Harry hissed as the wolf’s claws pierced his skin.

The wolf refused to back down, digging into the base of Remus’ neck and tugging his face to Harry’s. The growl low in his throat and Remus answered with a growl of his own, Harry snapped his teeth at him. The other wolf snapping back and the two wolf’s eyes flared with fire. Harry crushed his lips to Remus’, the other faltered then surrendered to the kiss, his tongue lapping alongside Harry’s agile one. Titling Remus’ head back and pulling to lick a trail along the fragile flesh, relishing the pulse beating beneath his tongue.

“Mine.” Harry demanded again and Remus nodded, arching his neck to allow Harry to plunge his fangs into the soft skin.

The wolf inside practically yapping with excitement, Harry lifted his head ready to mark the man as his own, his second in command when a soft voice broke the stillness in the forest.

“Harry…wake up.”

Bright lights shined into his eyes as he opened them, he winced and Sirius apologised, moving the lamp away from the side of the bed. Harry felt sore all over and every muscle ached, feeling like he had just days on the Quidditch pitch. Remus stood in the doorway and the memory of the drawing room flowed into Harry’s mind.

Oh…oh…what have I done!

Yes…claim…take…make them ours

No…no…Sirius!

Harry struggled to breathe, the weight of his betrayal like a tonne weight on his chest. His godfather watched with concerned eyes, reaching for the bubbling potion.

“Here…take this,” he pressed the cup into his hand, Harry couldn’t even look at him, the foul smelling liquid turning his quilt ridden stomach, “Wolfsbane…Snape thinks you might be better to take it…you know just in case.”

“I’m sorry.” Harry whispered, never meaning the two words as much as he meant them now.

“You don’t need to be sorry…you didn’t do any damage,” Sirius offered with a bright smile, “Thank god you didn’t mark your territory!” he laughed and Harry tried to smile.

“Harry, its perfectly normal not to remember things from a change.” Remus said, his voice strained and his eyes not looking at him.

He regrets it

NO!

Knowing that he should be relieved that Remus was not going to mention it, Harry felt wretched. His mind confused and his heart aching at the thought of being rejected. The wolf inside was silent and Harry’s heart ache was increased two-fold, the soft whining of a distressed wolf in the back of his mind.

“Sleep…I need sleep.” he muttered, Sirius fussing around him and asking if needed anything else, Harry not even hearing his own replies. Remus didn’t even give a second glance as he left the room, followed by his oblivious godfather. The door closed behind them with a soft click and Harry let the tears flow.
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