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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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Harry set his book aside as Severus and Hermione entered the room.

“Hi.” He said dully.

Hermione frowned. “What’s the matter, Harry?” She asked.

Severus sighed. “He got some rather bad news last night. He'll come to terms with it, I’m sure, but it may take him some time.” He explained.

“Have you ever heard on an Ethologus?” Harry asked his friend.

“Can’t say that I have.” Hermione said lightly, sitting next to Harry.

“I'll have to make a note on my calendar, then. ‘Am something Hermione has never heard of; have achieved life's aim.’” He shot her a grin, flashing his fangs before the smile disappeared. “They absorb magic. I could turn you into a Muggle.” He said quietly.

Hermione blinked in surprise. “Oh.” She said. “But you haven't… Right? It’s dormant right now?” She checked.

“That is correct, Miss Granger, and I believe it will stay that way until or unless he finds the Ethologus' mate.” Severus told her.

Hermione smiled. “Then it’s fine! Don’t worry so much, Harry. Just accept it and move on.”

Harry shrugged. “I guess I have no choice.”

Hermione held out her wrist and Harry took her hand. He noticed that she didn’t smell as appetizing as she had last time and the time before.

He bit down, and pulled away as soon as he tasted her blood.

“Urgh!” It tasted like ash in his mouth.

He noticed that Hermione was still bleeding, cradling her wrist, and reclaimed her hand long enough to lick the wounds to close them.

“Something's wrong.” He declared, noting Severus’ narrowed eyes. “She doesn’t taste good anymore.”

Hermione's eyes widened and she turned shocked eyes to Severus. “But that would mean—”

Severus cursed. “Idiot boy! Why didn’t you tell me you'd caught the taste of my blood when you bit me?!” He snarled.

Harry glared at him. “Because I bloody well didn’t know!” He shouted back. “Besides, does it really matter?”

“Obviously.” Severus drawled. “As it made everyone else completely unpalatable to you now.”

Harry frowned. “That means… Did you know this whole time?!” He asked in a shout, standing up, hands fisted at his sides.

Severus crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I had my suspicions. This development has only confirmed them.” He answered.

Harry’s face darkened. “Get out.” He said flatly.

Hermione got up and stood in front of Harry. “Harry, you need to feed.” She tried to reason with him.

“GET! OUT!” He shouted. “Both of you! Now!”

Hermione felt his magic start pulling at something within her, and squeaked in surprise as Severus cursed. She rushed out of the room, Severus right behind her, and the door slammed behind them.

Severus put the Wards back up and turned to her. “Well, we've made a new discovery; anger apparently draws out the Ethologus.” He told her.

Hermione swallowed. “I could feel him tearing at my magic! I’ve never been so frightened in my life!” She said.

“Which is exactly why we hunted them to extinction. Most Ethologi have no conscience to speak of; they drain indiscriminately.” Severus said. “I will talk to Albus. We should restart Potter's Occlumency lessons; it will help him to control his anger.”

Hermione nodded. “I suppose we should just give him his space for now.” She said.

“Yes, that would be best.” Severus agreed, and they headed back downstairs.

*****

Harry fumed, sitting on his bed staring at the wall.

Snape had known he was the vampire's mate, and he’d let Harry feed from Hermione instead!

Harry had done his reading; he knew that Severus' blood would sustain him for much longer. He'd be able to go a full week between feedings, instead of this every-two-days shit.

Instead, Severus had let him feed from his best friend, and he’d almost kissed her!

Harry calmed down a little bit and realized he wasn’t really angry with Snape as much as he was hurt.

Was it really so distasteful to let Harry feed from him? Would it have killed him to let him have his wrist once a week? He seemed so fond of saving Harry's life, how was this any different?

Harry sighed and lay down on his side, curling into the foetal position and staring into space.

He had no idea how long he was laying there before there was a knock on the door.

“Go away.” He said morosely.

“Cub, please, don’t shut me out.” Remus' voice came through the door.

Harry rushed up to open the door and was shocked by the Wards. “Ow! Come in!” He called out.

He heard Dumbledore's voice as the man dismantled the Wards, then the door opened and Remus came in.

Harry threw his arms around the werewolf as Dumbledore shut the door behind him and left. “I missed you, Moony!” He said happily. “Why didn’t you come to visit me?” He asked.

Remus sighed. “To be honest, Harry, I’m not even sure I'll be very good company right now, but Severus thinks you could benefit from talking with me. So why don't you tell me what’s happened that would give him that impression?”

Harry scowled. “He's the vampire's mate.” He said.

“Oh.” Remus said softly.

“And he’s known this whole time! And he had me feeding from Hermione!”

Remus sighed. “Harry, you have to understand, Severus is a very moral man. A bond such as the one you two share always turns sexual. He was trying to hold you at arm's length to protect you both from the consequences of letting a relationship like that start. He could lose his job, if word got out about why you were together, it would only be a matter of time before your other conditions came to light, and wizards hunted all the Ethologi, Harry. You could be killed.” He said.

“I miss Sirius.” Harry said heavily. “He wouldn't be so sensible. He'd let me be angry at Snape.”

Remus laughed softly. “Yes, Cub, he would. I miss him, too. There's a hole in my life now that I don’t know if it will ever be filled, but life goes on. We learn to live with it, because what choice do we have? As for being angry at Severus, go right ahead. But don’t push him away if he truly tries to make amends. He's not the type of man that will keep trying if you push him away. He'll make a tentative step toward reconciliation, maybe two, but he’ll close off if you don't accept his unspoken apologies. And it would hurt you more than it would hurt him.” He said.

Harry sighed. “I guess you're right. I’m mostly just hurt by it. I think my vampire is taking it as a rejection, because there’s this cold ball in my chest that aches and it just keeps hurting. It's not going away.”

Remus winced. “I remember that feeling, back when I first told Sirius he was my mate. He laughed in my face, thinking it was a joke. I was furious. We didn’t speak for a month. Severus will come around, one way or another, and once your vampire realizes he doesn’t hate you, that feeling will ease up. Give it time.”

Harry nodded. “All right. I think for now I'm going to read about the incubus' thrall. Maybe I can learn to control my own better.” He said.

“All right. I'll see you later, Cub.” Remus said as he opened the door.

“Bye, Moony.” Harry said quietly.

*****

The next night, an hour after Harry woke up, there was a knock at the door.

Harry inhaled and scowled. “Go away. I can smell him with you.” He told Dumbledore.

“I assure you, My Boy, it is just me and your meal.” He promised.

Harry huffed. “Fine. Come in, then.”

Dumbledore let himself in and set the tray down on the desk.

“I can still smell him. Where's it coming from?” Harry asked.

Dumbledore smiled. “That would be his peace offering.” He said, picking up a large goblet of a dark red liquid. “He just filled it, and it has a warming charm on it, so it should taste like it’s straight from the source.” He said, passing it to Harry, careful not to spill any.

Harry took the goblet almost reverently, inhaling the scent of pure nirvana coming from it greedily. He brought it to his lips and began to drink, eyes rolling back into his head at the sublime taste that was his mate’s lifeblood. It was heady, and rich, and had such depths of flavour! Why had Snape denied him this?! He drained the goblet without pausing to breathe, and when it was gone he spent several long seconds staring into the empty goblet, absorbing the experience.

It was probably a good thing Snape hadn't been there in person for Harry's first taste of the man, because he was now sporting a very obvious problem.

Dumbledore cleared his throat and made a point to turn and face Harry's headboard so the teen could get up and rush to his tray with minimal embarrassment.

Harry set the goblet on the tray beside his plate and happily ate the rare roast beef and the crisp vegetables, trying the two different types of biscuit Molly had added. The strawberry jam ones were good, but the chocolate chip were unpalatable. “Let Mrs. Weasley know I just can’t do anything chocolate anymore. It doesn’t agree with me.” He told Dumbledore.

The man turned back to face him and smiled. “I will, My Boy. Anything else?” He asked.

“Yeah.” Harry said softly. “Tell Snape I said… Thank you. And I'm sorry if I scared him and Hermione yesterday night. I scared myself a bit, too.” He admitted.

Dumbledore smiled. “I'll let them know, My Boy.” He said, taking the tray.
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