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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13957 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“Did you see her?” Remus yelled, throwing up his hands in exasperation, “I came this close to jumping over that table and tearing her apart. The little bitch was all over him.” A growl rumbled from his chest, loud and threatening.

Sirius watched from his place against the headboard, his fingers idling twirling the bedcovers as Remus paced back and forth, pulling at his hair in his frustration. The animagus winced slightly at the volume of his husbands rant and motioned with his hand for Remus to quieten down a bit. Harry was just across the room after all and they didn't need him hearing what they were saying. Especially with the array of new nicknames Remus had for his girlfriend.

“I know, Rem. I was there and I hated every minute but there is nothing we can do about it. He already told me himself that he didn't love her anymore, it’s only a matter of time before he breaks up with her and we don’t have to deal with it.”

The werewolf paused and stared, his eyes dark with annoyance, “You know what Harry is like, he’ll probably wait ages before he does, just to save her feelings. In the meantime they will kiss and touch and fuck and we just have to sit back and let it happen. That boy is mine, why does she get to have him?”

“Because she got there first.” Sirius shrugged, “It’s already done, we just have to move on. He’ll dump her soon enough I’m sure.” He stretched his legs and sighed when Remus went back to pacing. “Look, I know it’s tough but we’ll make up for it once we have him. Getting rid of Ginny is just one part of the problem, we should focus more on getting him to fancy us. Surely that’ll help get the girl out of the picture.”

“And how to we do that?” Remus snapped angrily and Sirius put his hands up in defence.

“I reckon he already knows I’m flirting with him. I’m not being subtle after all. But you need to do a little more, he thinks you don’t like him─” Remus’ face crumpled,“─ and he’s not ever going to do anything if he thinks that only I want him. It will seem as though I’m betraying you for him and you know he wouldn’t allow that.”

Remus plonked down on the bed, his eyebrows furrowed, “How could he think that I don’t like him?” he said quietly, shaking his head at himself. He hated what was happening; hated the fact that there was no way, that he could see, to make it better any time soon.

Sirius sighed, he hadn’t planned on telling Remus about the little conversation he had had with Harry the other day, but the situation called for it. If his husband realised just what Harry was feeling then maybe he would figure out a way to change it. He was the smart one after all, he had never failed anything in his life, why start now. Sliding across the bed, he slipped in behind Remus, his legs either side of the man’s hips, and wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist. He nuzzled his head into the crook of the man’s neck before breaking the news.

“Sometimes you come off a little stand-offish with him and he notices a difference from who you used to be before you realised he was your second and you now. You keep your distance, you don’t joke around...you’re all pent up and he thinks it’s because he’s done something to make you hate him.”

Groaning, Remus dropped his head into his hands and gave a quiet whine that made Sirius’ chest tighten. He hated seeing his bonded like this; hated knowing that he was being tormented all the time. But he also hated the fact that Remus wasn’t helping himself more in this situation. He knew it was hard for him, what with the fear of rejection but he wasn’t going to win if he didn't enter the game.

“Tell me what to do.” Remus said, desperation saturating his voice.

Sirius shrugged, “I can’t.” He squeezed the werewolf tighter, “You need to find your own way, like you did with me when we were younger.”

“You did most of the work there.”

“True.” Sirius muttered, “but that was because you already made me fall for you by doing the little things. The long conversations, just the two of us. The small, thoughtful gifts and the way you tried so hard to flirt with me but always ended up blushing. You can still do all that, only better. You’re a gorgeous man, Remus, and Harry belongs with you. There is no way destiny would have handed you this card if you weren’t supposed to play your hand.”

Remus couldn’t reply, he was too busy thinking about a way of getting around this without setting off the animal inside of him. Dinner with the Weasley’s had been hard enough; he had thought that going would stop him from sitting here fretting about what Harry was getting up too, but instead he had to watch as Ginny stroked and kissed Harry in ways that only he or Sirius should be allowed to. Moony had wanted to fly across the table and crack her skull between his teeth, wanted to hear the pop of bone as it splintered and shattered. And Remus had wanted to do it too. The line between man and animal was thinning every day in Harry’s presence and he knew that before long it would be completely nonexistent and the two would merge. Moony was more dominant than he was and the wolf would overtake without issue; that’s when the trouble would start.

“Every little thing is just magnified now Siri, with Harry being so close, and Moony is making it so hard.”

“How? Tell me what he does to you...get it off your chest.” they had never truly spoken about what it was like to be a vessel for a bloodthirsty, instinct driven animal. Mainly because Remus didn't often like to be reminded of the fact that other people could see Moony’s affect on him. But Sirius wanted to know, he wanted to understand what it was like so that he could help as much as he could. He hated seeing Remus so miserable.

The younger man leant his head back against Sirius’ shoulder and sighed wistfully, “He’s always there, under my skin, living inside of me and whispering at me to do things. Like a devil on my shoulder only there is no angel to counter what he says, just me and sometimes it isn’t enough. When he wants something, he doesn’t let it go, especially if he believes that it is rightfully his, like Harry.”

“When you see Harry, what is it like?” Sirius murmured.

Remus cleared his throat, “It’s like being touched by a live electrical wire. A jolt that flares inside of me as Moony catches scent of him. And then the urge to snatch him up and force him to love me is overwhelming. If Moony had his way, he would grab Harry’s arm as he walked past, yank him against us and kiss him. And if Harry didn't want that, he wouldn’t stop, he would keep going, thinking that the boy just needed persuading a little more. That scares me.”

Sirius frowned, thinking that he wasn’t so sure that was true. They had had their moments, him and Moony, when it seemed the wolf was going to do something that Sirius hadn’t wanted, not sexually of course, there was little that Sirius wouldn’t agree too, but just within their relationship, and yet the wolf had stopped himself once he realised the affect it would have on them. He didn't think Moony would rape Harry, not at all and it upset him a little to know that Remus believed himself capable of such a thing.

“You would never hurt Harry. Moony would never do anything to him that he truly didn't want. I saw the way he was with Harry the other day, even though he wanted to do everything under the sun to him, he just sat there and stroked him, didn't even wake him. Allowed you to come forward again.”

“He is an animal, Sirius, he doesn’t think rationally at all. All he has to go on are hormones and instincts, not logic. He’s unsafe, especially around Harry.”

Sirius huffed and pulled away, standing up and crossing his arms over his chest. He looked down at the man that sat on the bed and shook his head. “Moony is a part of you Remus, he isn’t a separate being. The two of you are intertwined, and you could never be dangerous, not to me and not to Harry.”

Remus looked away, “You don’t know that.”

“Actually yes I fucking do. I know it’s hard for you to contain both Moony’s and your instincts around him, so don’t. Just don’t go too far before he is ready.”

The werewolf let out a choked laugh, pinching the bridge of his nose before flopping back on the bed. “Listen to you...all this business with Harry is turning you into a wise man.”

“Nah.” Sirius said as he pulled off his shirt, letting it fall to the floor. His trousers followed and he moved to the bed, bracing himself over his bonded. “It’s the desperation forcing me to behaviour like an adult.”

Remus cupped his face in his hands, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” He whispered, leaning up to kiss his childhood sweetheart. The man that he had spent too little time with and too long apart from. Recently he had gotten used to having Sirius with him, so much so that he almost forgot about the time they had spent apart. He didn't know how he survived those years.

“Crash and burn.” Sirius grinned, “You definitely wouldn’t be getting laid.” He added bumping their noses together with a burst of laughter.

Remus rolled his eyes, “Yeah yeah, don’t I know it.” the werewolf chuckled, rolling them over. As he kissed his husband, he silently promised that he would try harder...that he wouldn’t always shove Moony down until he had no energy to move. He promised that he would do what he could to make Harry love them, because it wasn’t only him that was missing out, it was his Sirius too and the man was right; there was no way Harry would ever think of letting them know how he felt if he thought only one of them wanted him.

With the taste of his husband on his tongue, he let himself get excited, just for a moment, about being able to taste his other mate, to touch him. And he would, one day, but until then he was going to enjoy what his first soulmate had to offer and summon the strength to provide what was needed for the three of them to finally be together.

ooOOoOOoOOoo

When Harry woke, his whole body was stiff and his head felt as if it were weighted down with lead. He struggled to turn onto his back, groaning thickly as his muscles protested. He realised that he had fallen asleep in his clothes and yet he was still shivering in the cold air that had filled his room. The light in his room was grey and barely enough to suggest that it was daylight. A peak out of his window showed him that the sky was dark, a blanket of swollen, rolling clouds blocking out the sun. Trees and grass strained against the wind, trying not to bend to its will but failing. Raindrops spotted the windowpane.

So the day was going to be a nasty one that called for hot drinks and curling up on the sofa. Harry’s lips curved into a smile; that was exactly what he needed. Spend the day indoors, protected against the cold. He hoped that Sirius and Remus would be thinking the same, he had the sudden wish to spend the day with them, maybe even teach Remus that cheesecake recipe, he had the ingredients after all.

Moving slowly, he extracted himself from his bed and walked to the bathroom, relieving his bladder and stepping into a hot shower. The water soaked his hair and skin, warming him through to the bone. He grabbed his shampoo, squeezed a load into his hands and scrubbed them all over his hair, his fingers rubbing roughly at his scalp. He washed it away and repeated the process on his body, scrubbing himself so clean that he was sure that he would sparkle when he got out. The water had eased his muscles and removed the haze of sleep from his mind; when he stepped out he felt brand new.

Wrapping a towel around his narrow hips, he brushed his teeth and moved back into his bedroom. Goosebumps rose on his chest and arms. The room was still cold and he shouldn’t have been surprised, they usually depended on the fires for warmth and they wouldn’t have been burning long, if at all, at this time. It was almost summer after all, no doubt Sirius didn't think they would need extra heat.

Don’t mind it though, Harry thought as he pulled on some tracksuit bottoms and a hoodie that was at least two sizes too big. He made sure to put socks on too, protecting his feet from the cold hardwood floors. Snuggling for warmth was one of his favourite things to do, so long as the warmth came of course.

He made his way downstairs, noting that the door opposite his was still closed. Sirius and Remus must still be asleep, which meant that it would be down to him to light the fires and even knock up some breakfast. The thought of that made him surprisingly happy. He felt like he wanted to do something for the males that took him in, even if he was hoping in the meantime that it would act as some kind of apology. He didn't know why but he felt as though he owed them one after last night, what with the slightly tense dinner and Ginny’s smothering behaviour. A part of him knew that it wasn’t his fault but a constant niggle in his mind, in his heart, told him that they were unhappy about something and he didn't want that for them. He hadn’t wanted to bring them stress at all.

He lit the hearth in the living room with a muttered incendio, feeding wood to the flames until it roared and flickered with strength. Then he made his way down to the kitchen, the temperature of the lowest room in the house acting like a slap in the face. The air was forced from his lungs it was so cold. His body shaking, he repeated the process of lighting the fire and stoking it. He sat by the flames until his body started working again and the room held a soothing warmth to it.

As he made tea and coffee he wondered whether to invite Blaise over again today and realised that his first thought should have been Ginny, or even Ron and Hermione, but for some reason, he found that if not Sirius and Remus, the only other person he really wanted to spend time with was Blaise. Perhaps it was because the two of them were in such similar positions. They could understand each other and yet Blaise could offer him the relaxation and laughter he needed. The Slytherin made him happy...a lot happier than an afternoon with Ginny that ended with dissatisfaction on both sides. He knew then that he needed to end things with Ginny. That no matter what, he couldn’t allow this relationship to go on. It wasn’t fair on either of them and the next time he saw her they would need to talk. He would need to be a man and do what was right for the both of them.

Searching through the fridge, he found bacon and sausages and eggs and took them all out. He shoved bread in the toaster as he warmed up a few pans on the hobs and placed some butter and oil in each one, watching as the lumps of yellow melted into pools. When they were hot enough he placed the meat in separate pans, leaning back when the oil hissed like a snake and spat at him, burning when it landed on the flesh of his hands.

He found himself craving the company of his housemate today and that was odd. The more time he spent in this house, the more he wanted to spend here. Even when the place was filled with tension and awkwardness; even when Remus wasn’t speaking to him much or Sirius was being strangely flirtatious. Even as his mind told him that it was too much effort, that he should leave and find his own place, something in his chest made him stay. Made him want to stay. He wanted to get to the bottom of what was bothering Remus, that way they could spend time together and maybe he would get the man he wanted back. It beyond bothered him just how distant they were now.

A soft moan made him jump and turn around. Sirius was walking towards him in his dressing gown, his hair mussed. Harry smiled and received a beaming grin in return. He poured Sirius a cup of coffee and handed it to him as the man reached him.

“Thanks.” Sirius said, taking a long draw of the hot caffeine. When he swallowed he said, “And good morning.” And kissed Harry on the forehead, his lips lingering for a while.

Harry frowned slightly, wondering why the kiss struck him as a lot more intimate then it was. Even as Sirius pulled away, he could feel the man’s lips in his skin as if they had branded him, leaving him burning in their wake. “Morning to you too. Aren’t you cold?” he asked. Sirius’ dressing gown gaped at the neck and only reached his knees, Harry could tell he was either naked underneath or as near to naked as one could get.

“I was until I got down here. It’s lovely and toasty.” As if to prove his point, he pulled at the lapel of his robe, exposing more of his chest. Harry’s eyes fell to the expanse of flesh and something inside of him booted him in the gut. He cleared his throat and pulled his gaze away.

“Well, I’m making some breakfast.” He said unnecessarily, turning around and flipping the bacon and the sausages. He felt Sirius at his back, the man was standing so close that Harry could feel his breath as it fell on his neck.

“I can see.”

A hand came to rest on Harry’s hip, making him jerk. A rushed breath escaped his lips and he froze. Why? What was Sirius up too? and why was it making him feel...funny? His heart thumped and his stomach clenched and he wanted so much for Sirius’ hand to leave him. Just as much as he wanted it to stay. Remus! Think of Remus. He pulled away sharply, making his way to the toaster and pushing the knob down.

“Is Remus awake?” he asked.

Sirius was leant against the counter, holding his mug of coffee to his chest as he stared at Harry. He raised an eyebrow, “He was stirring when I left him. Why don’t you go and take him a cup of tea. Contrary to popular belief I can fry eggs. I’ll finish everything up down here.”

That was a good idea. Harry needed to get away from his godfather, just to clear his head. He made a mug of tea, just how Remus liked it, and left the animagus to fry the eggs and butter the toast. Taking a shuddering breath, he made his way to the top floor. Their bedroom door was open just a crack, allowing a golden glow of light to escape and slice across the landing. Harry rapped his knuckles gently against the wood.

“Come in, Harry.” Remus muttered groggily from within, his voice heavy with sleep.

Harry pushed the door open and took a step inside, “I guess Sirius wouldn’t knock.” He smirked teasingly.

Remus was sprawled on the bed, the sheets tangled around his body, flashing flesh here and there. His head was resting against a stack of pillows, having stolen the ones from beside him, leaving Sirius’ side bare. His eyes were half-mast and his hair uncharacteristically fluffy. He looked relaxed, Harry noted, and unguarded. It suited him.

“Correct.” Remus smiled, “And you smell a lot better.”

Werewolf senses, Harry remembered as he walked over. Remus patted the space on the bed beside him and Harry kneeled on the mattress, handing the mug over. “Thanks. Here’s some tea, I started making breakfast and Sirius is finishing it.”

“I can smell it from here. I can’t wait, but I fear that leaving it with Sirius wasn’t the best decision.” The man chuckled and sipped at his tea before setting it down on the bedside cabinet. He jerked his head towards himself, “Closer.” he urged, “make yourself comfortable.”

Harry realised he was still kneeling on the edge of the bed, “Breakfast...”

“Can’t wait a little while, Sirius can keep a warming charm on the plates.” Remus reached out an arm and curled his fingers around Harry’s wrist. Just like the other day, a flurry of tingles flared beneath his touch. He eased Harry onto the bed a little more and the boy sat beside him, his back against the headboard and his legs outstretched. The bed was comfortable and big; the biggest bed Harry had actually seen.

“Do you really need a bed this large?” He asked as Remus let him go and picked up his tea again, a smirk dancing on his lips.

“We need the extra space.” Was his answer. He looked at Harry, “We both like to spread out and Sirius kicks.”

It was warm in the room and it smelt a little like sweat, Harry suddenly thought of what they may get up to in this bed and his cheeks flushed. He didn't know why it came to him and he felt a little weird that it had. Swallowing thickly, he licked his dry lips.

“Did you want to make that cheesecake with me today?” He asked, trying to get his mind away from anything that it shouldn’t be lingering on. He was looking at his hands, but he could sense Remus watching him, he even heard the faint sound of rumbling from within his company’s chest.

“I would love to, Harry.” The sentence was a deep purr that reverberated inside of Harry’s head.

“Brilliant. How are you feeling today anyway. Remus told me Moony’s been hard on you this month.”

“He did, did he. I’m fine today, my wolf has decided to take a step back for a little while.” His hand rested beside Harry’s and yet their fingers brushed and Remus pushed them closer.

Harry closed his eyes and smiled. Obviously Moony had taken a rest today because the man beside him was almost like the man he used to be. He was kind and not ignoring him. He was allowing them to touch. Harry wanted nothing more than to lean over and hug him and he almost did, his body moving an inch towards him before he stopped, realising that it was probably inappropriate to do that while Remus lay in bed. Then he mentally cursed the war for corrupting him, because in that moment he wanted nothing more than to be oblivious to improperness of hugging a near naked man in his own bed. He wanted to feel Remus in his arms, blanketing him with what the safety that the man provided just once before something ruined it again.

“That’s good Remus, Im glad he’s giving you a rest. It’s a horrible day out there, but we should make the most of it, do you mind if I invite a friend over later.”

“Of course not, my love, this is your home. You don’t need to ask us to do anything.”

Harry smiled, “Thanks.” He said, “We should get to breakfast...or to what’s left of it with that greedy dog down there.” He slipped off of the bed, “You coming?” he asked when he reached the door, looking back to see that Remus was still in bed.

“You go down, I’ll only be a minute.”

Blushing when he realised that Remus needed to dress, Harry gave a nod and walked out of the door, pulling it closed behind him. He was halfway to the kitchen when he realised that Remus had called him ‘my love’ and two thirds of the way there when he realised that he didn't mind.

ooOOoOOoOOoo

Remus flopped back down onto the bed and let out a long, harsh breath. His heart was thumping and his cock aching, the scent of Harry’s arousal still filling his head. He did not know what the boy had been thinking about but when the aroma hit him, his body thrummed and the need to touch the boy couldn’t be denied. He kept it to just their fingers, which was not enough to even tease the edge of satisfaction, but Remus could deal with that. He hoped, prayed and dreamed that he could have been cause for the arousal, but he was not stupid, he knew that even Harry hadn’t been aware that his body was reacting. Maybe he just really liked cheesecake.

Good thing he’s going to teach you to make it then Wolf, he thought to himself, if it causes that reaction then there will be a lot of cheesecake around here soon.

Rolling out of bed, he ignored the erection jutting from his hips and dressed quickly in boxers and some loose striped pyjama bottoms. By the time he was done, his problem had ceased and he made his way downstairs. He would have to thank Sirius for sending their mate up; Harry would never had come by himself. The boy looked happy today and considering the misery that had covered his face before he had gone to bed last night, it was a good sign. Remus would do nothing to ruin that today as long as he kept control over his reactions. With the decision he made last night to try his best to seduce Harry, it seemed that Moony had decided to take a back seat and let him try.

“Morning husband.” Sirius grinned as he paused, fork poised towards his mouth, a piece of sausage stuck on the prongs. “I didn't burn anything.” He stated proudly, making Harry chuckle.

Remus smirked as he sat down, today Sirius had taken to sitting on the lonely side of the table and had left a plate of food in front of the seat beside Harry. He didn't know whether to thank him or not; after all, it was still hard work for him to be beside his mate without wanting to touch him and unlike Sirius, he wanted to be subtle. He wanted to get into Harry’s head, make him wonder whether he was flirting or not, make him wish he was before he started on the heavier stuff. Sirius didn't have that filter.

“It came close.” Harry teased, dipping the corner of his toast into the runny yolk of his fried egg before biting it off and chewing slowly.

“Did not!” Sirius burst incredulously, holding his fork towards Harry like a sword. “You lie.”

Harry lifted a shoulder nonchalantly, “Do I?” he blinked those emerald eyes so innocently that Remus was drawn in a little. He tried to distract himself by cutting up some bacon but it didn't work much.

“Y’know, if you lie you must be punished.” Sirius drawled, quirking an eyebrow. Remus rolled his eyes and wondered how in the hell the man managed to say those things without making Harry run from the room. There was no mistaking the sexual tone in the animagus’ voice, not even the most innocent of people. “Isn’t that right Remy?”

Remus watched Harry’s reaction, saw the flare of pink on the boy’s cheeks, the flutter of his eyelids and smelt his slight anxiety. He was going to hint to Sirius to tone it down by taking Harry’s side when he saw the boy’s tongue peak out to swipe over his bottom lip and his needs got the better of him.

“Absolutely.” He said, “wouldn’t want to be punished now, would you Harry?” he raised an eyebrow and stared down at the boy from his seat beside him. “You don’t need to take a spanking over something so silly as Sirius’ cooking.” He smiled, his voice light, as if he was talking to Molly about her banana bread recipe.

Harry blinked at him and then that delicious scent hit Remus’ nose again. Fuck, the werewolf ground his teeth, he likes the thought of that. “Maybe it’s Sirius who needs the spanking, I smelt burning when I came down here.” Harry said, his voice strong even though his cheeks were red.

Remus sent a look to Sirius, “Oh really.”

The man in question put his hands up, “Dunno what you’re talking about. Harry’s just trying to pass the blame.” He smiled widely.

They settled into the first comfortable silence they had had since Harry arrived. The three of them looking down at their plates as they ate with amused smirks on their faces. The breakfast was delicious, exactly what Remus needed and it was even better that he didn't have to cook it himself. This almost made up for having to watch Ginny kiss his Harry last night. Almost, but not quite.

“I’m going to have to steal Remus later.” Harry announced to Sirius, who’s eyebrows darted into his hairline.

“Oh yeah?” he said, “Should I be jealous.”

“Not quite.” Harry laughed, “We’re just making cheesecake.”

Sirius looked at his bonded mate and smirked, “I think I am jealous.” Harry would think that he was talking about being jealous that he got time with Remus when in fact it was the other way around.

“You have nothing to worry about.” Harry grinned, there was a edge to his voice that wasn’t visible in his expression. One that said, I wouldn’t put your relationship at risk, and Remus realised just how much work they had to do. “I’m going to send Blaise an letter, can I borrow Nisha?”

“Of course you can.” Sirius nodded, “What’s mine is yours.”

“I’ll remember you said that.” Harry piled their plates together and placed them in the sink. “I’ll clean them when I’m done.” He headed out of the room and they heard his footsteps heading up the stairs. When Remus could tell he was out of ear shot he let out a long breath and shook his head at Sirius.

“He was aroused.” He said. Sirius’ whole face lit up like a world cup Quidditch pitch during a night game. His eyes glinting mischievously.

“Really?” he said, “When?”

“Well firstly when we were upstairs, but I don’t know what that was about, and then when I mentioned spanking.”

“Kinky boy, I’ll give him a spanking alright.” Sirius purred, his teeth catching his bottom lip and nipping as his mind ran a mile a minute. It was the scent of his arousal that created the fog in Remus’ head this time.

“You two aren’t helping me today you know. I’m going to have to lock myself away.”

“You can’t!” Sirius yelped, “You need to spend your time with him today.”

“Stop imagining whatever it is that you are thinking about then.” The werewolf muttered, shifting uncomfortably in his chair.

“Sorry. You look good today, more chilled out.”

“I am. I’m less worried today. But that might change when I’m alone with him for a while. Depends on what he does.”

Sirius shrugged, “You’ll be fine, my wolf...just another step. Did he say he was inviting Blaise over?” he voice had turned slightly worried and Remus frowned.

“Yeah, why?”

“I think we’ll need to watch that one. He was here yesterday and he has eyes on Harry.”

“For Merlin’s sake!” Remus spat, “Why can’t they just stop trying to take him away?”

“Because he’s amazing and he doesn’t realise it. I can’t blame them for wanting him, I just don’t want them to do anything about it. We need to work faster I think, before he finds someone else.”

Huffing, the alpha male ran a hand through his hair and wondered whether fate would be so cruel as to take Harry away from him again and hand him to someone else. Then again, it was up to Harry who he dated, if he didn't want them then they couldn’t and wouldn’t force him to do anything.

“If only it was that easy.” He muttered, closing his eyes and wishing that someone could just tell him the best way to Harry’s heart.

ooOOoOOoOOoo

Harry sent Nisha away with a letter tied to her leg. He thought for a moment that it would have been easier if Witches and Wizards embraced technology a little more. He knew the muggle-born’s did but purebloods were against anything of the kind. Sending owls just wasn’t quick enough. He hoped Blaise would get it in time; he really did want to spend some time with the boy. Taking a breath, he spent a little time staring out of his window, watching the rain as it fell, collecting in puddles on the ground. He could hear the wind howling even with the windows firmly shut and when he had let Nisha out he was surprised that she even managed to fly without being blow away.

When he decided to go back downstairs, he thought about Remus and Sirius and wondered what the hell was going on with him. His body seemed to be reacting to everything they said as if he had eaten something that didn't sit right with him. His stomach clenched and jolted and he even felt beads of sweat on the back of his neck at one point. He passed it off as nothing important and managed to hold a conversation with them. Maybe it was because Remus was behaving to differently today and he was nervous about it returning to normal without any warning.

Neither of the men were in the kitchen when he went down there and all the dishes were clean. He scrunched his nose up, wondering what to do. Heading back upstairs and into the living room, he flopped down onto the sofa, lying with his feet up and his head on the arm. He lifted his hand and stared at his fingers, wiggling them. He sent his magic up through his body until blue sparks flared from the tips of his digits. It still amazed him, till this day, that someone so normal, so average could hold something so powerful within their body.

“Here you are, fancy getting on with that cheesecake?”

Harry lifted his head, shoving his magic down so that the sparks disappeared. Remus’ eyes were on him, flicking from his face to his hand and back again. The man was dressed now, in a blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up and beige trousers. He had red socks on his feet that didn't really go but Harry liked that fact. The wolf had managed to control his hair, slicking it to the side and he had shaved. Harry’s lips quirked and his stomach stirred wildly and he realised that he really did like seeing Remus looking relaxed. Maybe even too much.

“Yeah, sounds good.” He said, jumping up from the sofa and trying to push that thought down as far as possible. “What’s Sirius going to be doing?”

“Oh hanging around I imagine. He said he might pop out to get some clothes, he seems to believe that he doesn’t have enough leather trousers.” Remus deadpanned as they walked to the kitchen.

Harry laughed, “That man has more leather than anyone else I know.”

“And yet he still wants more.” The older man grinned, the expression lighting up his face. “Now, what kind of cheesecake are we making?” he asked as Harry pulled out the ingredients from the fridge and the cupboards.

“A baked white chocolate and raspberry, it’s one of the best. It’s pretty easy though, so it won’t take long.”

“Making it might not, but eating it. I won’t let you go until we’ve devoured the whole thing.” Remus pulled out a few bowls and a cake tin and put them on the table.

“What you gonna do to keep me here? Tie me down?” Harry scoffed, opening a packet of digestives.

“If that’s what it takes.” Remus drawled. Harry met his eyes and a roll of shiver ran up his spine. The man was looking at him like he was pray. As if he wanted nothing more than to devour him.

Clearing his throat, Harry shook his head and instructed Remus to crush up some biscuits as he melted down some butter. What the hell was he thinking? There was no way Remus wanted to do that too him. He had just spend way too much time around Blaise and now he thought everyone behaved that way. Remus and Sirius were married and so what if they flirted a little, everyone did that. It didn't mean anything. He needed to stop thinking, the more he did the more confused he got over the matter. Why did it make him nervous now? Why did they seem so serious? Why did he want them to be flirting with him? And why did he want to flirt back? Too many questions that he couldn’t answer.

“Here, stir it all together.” he said when he poured the molten butter over the crushed crumbs of the biscuits.

Remus grabbed a spoon and stirred, “So cub, have you figured out your animagus yet?” the man asked.

Harry whined childishly, “No.” He pouted, “It’s so hard, Remy. Clear your mind...who the hell knows how to clear their mind? I’ve spend ages sitting there, eyes closed and nothing happens.”

“Calm down, love.” Remus chuckled thickly as he poured the mixture into the tin and pressed it down. “How about we get Sirius to teach you, it’ll help if you had someone to guide you in finding out.”

“You think he wouldn’t mind?” he handed the werewolf the cream cheese, sugar and vanilla extract and watched the man chuck it all into a bowl together.

“Of course not.” Remus frowned, “Harry we love spending time with you, the more time the better. Sirius will be excited to get to do something like that with you.” Harry broke two eggs into the bowl as Remus stirred and then the yolk of another. “Just as I am excited to be doing this with you.” He added solemnly.

They stared at each other for a second, before Harry’s mouth pulled into a smile. “I’m glad we’re doing this...” he hesitated before adding, “it feels like we’ve grown apart since the war.” He chucked some sour cream and the raspberries into the mixture and watched as Remus stirred it, focussing on the wooden spoon as it weaved in and out.

Remus stayed silent for a bit before sighing softly, “I know cub, I’m sorry...things have been different since the war and I have let it bother me more than I should have. But you’re here now and...”

“We can work on getting close again.” Harry finished when Remus was unsure of how to word the rest of his sentence.

“Exactly. I plan on getting very close to you.” He said. He wasn’t looking at Harry and he wasn’t smirking like Sirius would, so the boy wondered whether the lilt to his voice was imaginary.

“Great.” Harry sighed in relief. “Now chuck that in the tin and put it in the oven. One-eighty for about forty minutes.” As Remus did that, he made them some tea and sat down at the table after casting some cleaning charms on the used bowls. When the older man sat back down, Harry asked, “When is the next full moon? Is it next week?”

Remus nodded, setting his cup down, “Yes, next Friday. I’ll get my wolfsbane and then spend the evening with Sirius in the garden.”

“Do you think I could join you?” Harry asked, “If you take your potion it should be alright, shouldn’t it?”

“Err, I don’t know Harry...it won’t be much fun for you and Moony might get a bit boisterous with you there as a human. As much as I can control the majority of my actions on wolfsbane, the full moon still allows him his chance.”

“No worries, maybe I’ll spend the night away. I don’t want to get in the way in the morning.” Harry hid the disappointment of being told no quite easily. He was used to hiding most things these days anyway.

“You won’t get in the way Harry, there is no need for you to go anywhere.” Remus said.

Harry left it there, he didn't want to go on about it. He watched the man drink his tea and swallowed down some of his own, wishing he knew where to take the conversation next. Remus leant back in his chair, crossing his arms as he looked at him.

“Is there anything you need? We did your room up but if we missed anything then we can get it for you.” The man said.

Harry shook his head, “No everything is good. Actually is there a bath in one of the bathrooms here?” his bathroom only had a shower and from what he remembered of the bathroom on the floor of his old bedroom, it was the same.

Remus’ eyes widened slightly, as if surprised, “Yes, the bathroom in our room has one, but we can just have one installed in yours.”

“Oh no, there’s no need...do you mind if I use yours from time to time?” he asked, “I like to relax in a hot bath.”

“I don’t blame you. Feel free to use it, you don’t have to ask.”

“Thanks.”

They made a little more small talk before it was time to get the cheesecake out of the oven and they let it cool down while Harry taught Remus to make a raspberry sauce. Heating the raspberries in a pan with some icing sugar. Once it was all cool, Remus took the dessert out of the tin and put it on a plate and then Harry poured the sauce over the top.

“Should we save Sirius some?” Harry asked as they tucked in. They were sitting opposite each other, leaning in to take forkfuls of the pudding from the plate between them. Harry loved the taste of white chocolate on his tongue and the smoothness of the cream cheese, the sharpness of the berries. He let out a small moan of satisfaction.

“We can leave him some if we get full up, but I doubt I’d want to leave any of this.” Remus said as he licked some remnants of the cheesecake off of his spoon. “It’s delicious.”

“That’s why I love it.” Harry smiled, “I’ll teach you sticky toffee pudding next time.”

It was Remus who let out a long groan this time, “Please.” He said, “That is one of my favourites.”

“It is?”

“Yeah.”

“Well then we’ll definitely be making it.” Harry liked knowing things about Remus and he realised then that he didn't know much.

“It’s my turn to teach you next. I’m going to be making lasagne and garlic bread in a few days, I’ll expect you to be here.” his voice had taken on a mock sternness that Harry liked.

“Aye Sir!” He said, saluting the other man.

Remus winked at him and scooped up more cheesecake. They managed to eat most of it but there was enough left for Sirius and Harry placed it in the fridge to await the man’s return. They put everything away and Harry wondered what would happen now. How could he keep the man’s attention?

“A healthy lunch, I’d say.” Remus commented when he noticed that it was already two in the afternoon. They were both heading up the stairs and making their way into the living room. Harry knew that Remus would probably sit on the sofa and read a book and he wondered whether he should do the same or try to persuade the man to play a game of wizarding chess but a knock on the front door made them pause before they reached the room.

“I wonder who that is.” Remus murmured.

Harry cocked his head, “Maybe it’s Blaise.” He headed down the hallway and yanked the door open. Sure enough Blaise was waiting on the other side, the rain falling on him and soaking his cloak through. He shoved his way inside and pushed the door closed before casting a drying spell on himself. “Hey.” Harry greeted, taking Blaise’s cloak and hanging it up.

“Hey babe.” Blaise grinned, flashing white teeth. There were a few raindrops clinging to his eyelashes until he blinked and they rolled down his cheeks. He swiped at them with his hands. “Sorry I didn't reply, I figured I come straight over.” He was holding a leather bucket bag that was closed tightly and Harry raised an eyebrow at it, wondering what kind of torture devices Blaise had brought with him.

“No problem. I’ve got some good news about a place.”

“Brilliant, take me to your room.” Blaise smirked, “Now.” He added, “Before I’m forced to tie you up and drag you there myself.”

“You would like that wouldn’t you.” Harry chuckled as they walked down the hall. He stopped by the doorway of the living room, seeing Remus lounging on the sofa, his reading glasses on and his eyes focused down. Harry couldn’t see what book he was reading due to the back of the sofa being in the way, but he could tell it was something Remus was enjoying by the small smile on the man’s face. “Hey Remus, it was Blaise, we’re going to head upstairs. Come up if you need me.”

The man looked at them, his eyes lingering on Blaise before nodding at Harry. “Sure. Have fun.”

The two of them went upstairs and as soon as the door was shut behind them Blaise shed his shirt and pulled off his trousers, leaving him standing there in gleaming white boxer-briefs that were pretty snug. Harry gaped at him, his eyes glued to the boy’s body. The Slytherin was...well beautiful, Harry couldn’t lie to himself about that. Blaise’s body was toned and ripped and the white of his briefs clashed brilliantly with his mocha skin.

“Don’t you just hate the feel of spell dried clothes?” he said innocently. Harry just stared, “I knew you wanted me.” He added, smirking. He folded his clothes and set them on top of the chest of draws before coming to stand in front of Harry. “You gonna say anything?”

Harry swallowed, his cheeks warming, “Why are you naked?”

A laugh reached his ears, deep and warm and thoroughly amused. “I’m not naked mio amore, but I could be if you wanted me to be.” he reached out and ran his fingers through Harry’s hair.

The boy stuttered and leant back, away from Blaise. “Why did you take your clothes off?”

“I told you, spell dried clothes aren’t that comfortable. I find them scratchy. Besides I was going to change later anyway.” he flopped down onto the bed beside Harry, folding his arms behind his head.

Harry cleared his throat, feeling suddenly hot. He licked his lips and flashed Blaise a quick look before looking away again. “What’s in the bag?” he asked, trying to get his mind off of the fact that he had a nearly naked boy in his bed and he didn't know how to react to it. He was used to seeing guys in various state of dress, he’d spend years sharing a room with them after all. He didn't understand what made this different.

“Clothes. I bought some for you too. We’re going out to dinner and I’m not going out with you wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Now what was this about a new place?”

Harry forced himself to chill and laid back beside his friends, “Well Ron and Hermione have just rented a place in London. It’s a block of flats owned by a Wizard. You can rent a place and pay in galleons.”

“And live in the same building as the weasel and his lover?”

Throwing his arm out, Harry smacked Blaise in the chest, noticing how smooth the skin beneath his hand was. “Shut it.” he said, “You should check it out, see whether you could see yourself living there in the meantime.”

“Maybe I will. Having a look can’t hurt...as long as you’re with me.” Blaise turned onto his side, his hand settling on Harry’s chest.

“I said I’d come, I still don’t mind.”

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind if you came either.” Blaise smirked, licking his lips.

Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes, “You’re fucking dirty.”

“You know it.” the dark-eyed boy rolled onto his back again, chuckling. “So how was dinner last night?”

Groaning, Harry shook his head slightly, “Fine I suppose but could have been better. I’ve decided that I’m going to break up with Ginny when I see her next.”

Blaise whooped, throwing his arms up in the air and clapping his hands together. “Finally! Get rid of the bitch.”

“Hey, don’t call her that.” Harry mumbled, “She’s not bad, I’m the one that just doesn’t want to be with her anymore.”

“Yeah yeah. I’m glad you’ve figured that out. So when are you seeing her next?”

“In a couple of days I suppose. I’ll owl her tomorrow.” Harry said, fiddling with the drawstring of his tracksuit bottoms. “It’s weird actually, thinking that I’m going to end it. What do I do if she cries? What if Ron hates me for it? I won’t be able to go over there anymore...urgh maybe it’s not such a good idea.”

Blaise shot up and stared down at him, “Don’t you dare talk yourself out of this. do something for yourself for a change, Harry. You know that you and her don’t go, and you know that you should end it. Don’t stop yourself because you are worried about what might happen, that’ll just end up with you looking back twenty years from now and regretting everything you’ve done...or not done.”

Harry sighed heavily, he knew his friend was right. “Hmm, I know you’re right.”

“Why do you worry so much about what you think other people expect you to do or be? Mio amore, you should be doing whatever the hell you want. You’ve done enough for everyone else. Start thinking about yourself for Merlin’s sake.” Blaise sighed and stood up, walking over to his bag. He yanked it open and looked at Harry. “Right, now let’s get you ready.”

“It’s still early.” Harry frowned.

Blaise shrugged, “I’ve got to decide on what I want you to wear.” He pulled out some black trousers and threw them at the saviour. They smacked him on the chest and when he picked him up he realised that they were leather. Leather trousers...

“Erm, I thought we were going to dinner?” Harry said, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh we are.” Blaise smirked, “and then we’re going clubbing.”

Harry gulped, “Clubbing?” he repeated, knowing that the word meant trouble when Blaise was involved.

“Yeah, baby...you need to chill and what better way to relax then drinking and dancing.”

Harry looked at the leather trousers and then back at his friend and closed his eyes, knowing that tonight was going to be a new experience. Whether it would be a good or bad one, he didn't know, but for some reason there was a flutter of excitement flaring in his stomach.

“Right, I better go try these on then.” He said, standing up and holding out the trousers.

Blaise blocked the way to the bathroom, “Just drop the tracksuit bottoms and get those on. You don’t have time to be modest.”

“You just wanna see me undress.” Harry chuckled, shaking his head. He ignored the flare of heat in Blaise’s eyes and did his best to ignore the fact that he didn't look away as Harry changed.
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