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A Different Kind of Hero	By : JunjouSlashGirl Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 53263 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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Chapter 40: Nursing a Headache
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Harry awoke with a sigh. One of his mates was kissing and nibbling on his neck and throat. It felt so good and he was afraid that whoever it was would stop if he opened his eyes.
"Harry, wake up, we have to go to St. Mungo's and check if the Weaslette is suffering enough."
And thus his bubble of heaven was destroyed. Groaning, he turned away from Draco and tried to pull the blanket over his head. He did not feel like going anywhere after what had happened yesterday, least of all to St. Mungo's.
"Go away; I don't want to see her. She has annoyed me for months and it is still Christmas!" he whined and curled into a tight ball.
"Well, we have no choice and it is your own fault for not letting father and me kill her," Draco huffed in clear exaggeration, but his mate's words finally made him sit up. Glaring at the blonde, he said: "I don't want to be responsible for someone's death," he scowled, while his eyes already began to wander around and search for his other dominant. When he couldn't find him, he asked: "Where is Lucius?"
"In the shower of course," Draco huffed, as if he did not need the exact same ridiculous amount of time to get ready. At that moment however, the door to said bathroom opened and Lucius stepped out, perfectly styled as ever.
"I am already finished," he announced and finished tying his long hair back with one of his black ribbons.
With a smile, Harry climbed out of bed to give his first mate a good morning kiss. He always loved those first few moments at the beginning of each day when he awoke and realized that nothing had been a dream and he truly was blessed with two incredibly handsome, attractive, intelligent and kind hearted mates. Of course, not many would probably believe the last part, but he knew that it was true and that was enough for him.
"Good morning, little one," Lucius hummed and bent down to meet him halfway. Their lips met in a quick, tender brush that ended far too soon as always.
When he stepped back to go and retrieve a clean outfit, he saw Draco watching him with a slight pout.
"You do remember that you already kissed the whole expanse of my throat?" he teased but went over and gave him a chaste kiss as well.
"I know," Draco hummed "but that doesn't mean that it will ever be enough."
Draco let go of him again and he finally walked over to the cupboard, where Oscar, with the help of some space altering house elf-magic, had by now stored all their things.
"Would you like me to wear something specific today?" He asked his mates, who instantly answered in unison "The green one."
Thinking that he should have expected the answer, he pulled a black waistcoat out, with black socks, a white button down, his green jacket and matching shorts and began to dress after a quick cleaning spell.
He had just slipped into his shorts and shirt and was now lacing his waistcoat, when there was a knock at their door. Thinking that no one probably besides his dad would dare to knock at their door in the morning, he called out "Come in!" Only, that it wasn't his dad who entered but a very stiff looking Sirius.
His godfather's eyes searched him out and widened slightly as they took in what he was doing. He gave the Marauder a sheepish grin and Sirius finally snapped out of his stupor and asked in a worried tone of voice:
"Good morning pup; are you feeling better today?"
"Um… yeah, but I honestly don't want to see her today," he told him while tightening his waistcoat a little more and tying the laces. Sirius made a sympathetic face, but whatever he was about to say next was interrupted by Lucius, who by now looked quite annoyed at being disturbed while he was still getting ready for the day.
"Could that not have waited until we were downstairs, Black?"
Sirius' face hardened again, but Harry could see that his godfather would not leave before he had told them what he had come for. "I just… wanted to apologize."
Two single, blonde eyebrows rose and Harry quickly sent his mates a warning look before they could insult his godfather with some stupid comment.
"I didn't realize what Ginny had tried doing yesterday, and even though I would still wish for two more loving mates for my godson, I appreciate that you both tried to help him yesterday. So: Thank you."
Lucius and Draco both gave a curt nod in acknowledgement.
"Of course, he is our mate," Draco replied and Sirius stiffened again. Sighing, Harry pulled his jacket on. He knew what his godfather had hoped to hear, but Malfoy's did not openly speak about the love they held for their mates, lovers or family. In fact, he believed that there was a higher chance of Sirius finding his deeply buried Slytherin side and suddenly understanding his mates, than that he would hear a love confession anytime soon, but it was not his place to interfere.
Sirius then also gave a stiff nod and left them alone once again.
"Do you wish to go down to the kitchen first or floo directly to St Mungo's?" Lucius asked once the door had fallen close, clearly intent on ignoring their strange, early morning visit.
Sighing, Harry shrugged. Going into the kitchen would mean meeting up with Molly and Arthur, which he did not really feel ready for, but if he did not go, he would worry his friends and probably his father as well, even though the Potions Master would act as if nothing had been bothering him once he was back. Furthermore, he had not yet talked with the Weasley's about the incident.
"I think we should go down first. I need to talk to Molly and Arthur and… everybody else," he sighed and pulled his high-heeled boots on.
"Harry, you don't need to talk to them," Draco told him with a serious expression. "What she did was wrong; her parents are not at fault, but neither are you."
Shaking his head, he tried to find the words to explain why he wanted to go downstairs. It did not have so much to do with Ginny as with her family, the people who had taken him in a few weeks each year in the Summer Holidays and always considered him a part of their family.
"I just… want to know if it will be different with them now," he tried to explain and stood up.
"Then go ahead with Draco. I will call for one of our House Elves to get the Courting Cloak. You cannot go with us to St Mungo's without a proper disguise," Lucius agreed and he was picked up by Draco.
They left their room and made their way downstairs. The kitchen was unusually quiet, but he guessed that it was to be expected. As he was carried in, he saw that the Weasley's had all gathered in one corner, while his godfather, Remus, his dad, Anna, Michael and even Hermione sat in another. However, one seat next to Molly and Arthur was still free, and as they spotted him, they waved him over.
His heart began to race; somehow this felt even more serious than facing the Auror yesterday, but he did his best to ignore his rising nervousness and let nothing show.
"Can you let me down Draco?" he asked and gave his mate a quick peck on the cheek, who frowned but fortunately, put him down without a lot of fuss.
The few steps to the empty chair seemed endless, and he did not know how to greet them this morning.
"Harry, please sit down for a moment," Arthur said, and relieved that he did not need to speak up first, he quickly did so. However, his mood dropped again when he was finally able to see the faces of Ron, Fred, George, Bill and Charlie; they all looked as if they had not gotten a single minute of sleep.
Lucius and Draco were a reassuring presence, standing tall and strong just behind him. There was a moment of strained silence, before Arthur spoke up again. "Harry, we need… we want to apologize."
Confused, Harry blinked at Arthur. He had been the one who had cursed the man's daughter with a horrible, one sided bond (not that he regretted it after what Ginny had been doing, but still) and his mates were responsible for sending her to St. Mungo and Arthur was apologizing? However, before he could find his voice again, the man went on:
"What she did… what she tried to do was horrible. Not once in my life have I witnessed such a heinous crime… to try to break a soulbond… it is the most precious gift magic can bestow on a wizard…" Arthur sighed and shook his head; it seemed as if the man truly had no words to describe how horrible he felt.
Harry couldn't blame him, he would have felt the same if one of his relatives or friends had tried such a thing, but he also couldn't blame his best friend's father or any other family member besides Ginny.
"It's okay…" he began quietly. Arthur's head snapped up, however, behind him his mates started to growl silently and he quickly corrected himself. "I mean, it is not okay what Ginny did, but you and your family are not at fault. True, we all knew that her 'crush' had gotten slightly out of hand, but who would have thought…" he broke off, unable to put what had happened the day before into words. So he continued from another point: "You are family to me. Ron is like a brother to me, so are the twins and everybody else… well not you… you are kinda too old to be my brother…" he broke off again as he realized he was rambling and blushed violently (not that the Weasley's could see it).
Arthur gave him a warm smile. Suddenly all five Weasley boys stood up, came over and enveloped him in their arms. He could feel them tremble and hear some stray sobs. He returned the embrace, not knowing whom exactly he was hugging. He could feel a pang of annoyance through his soulbond, but he ignored his dominants for a moment longer.
"You truly are too good for this world," Charlie said from somewhere above him. He shook his head, unable to get a word out. He felt so relieved that they had cleared up the fears that had build up between them, but at the same time, he felt so sad for all of them; it must feel as if they had just lost a sibling, and in a way they had.
However, he soon realized that he was overstraining his mates' control; after all, their mating had only been two days ago, and he slowly pulled back saying:
"I have to go now… we will see you later." George, who was the one holding him, let go of him and wiped some tears from his cheeks, nodding. They all gave him an encouraging smile, and as soon as he stepped away from the group, he was pulled between his mates.
He took the Courting Cloak from Lucius and pulled it over. Once again it was a strange feeling to have a veil fall down in front of his eyes. Even as a submissive, this garment just felt too feminine for his taste, but he could understand why he needed to wear it.
"So, how do we get to St. Mungo's?" He asked, turning to his mate.
"Unfortunately, we will have to floo to Hogwarts and from there to the hospital," Lucius sniffed as if speaking of a great inconvenience, but for Harry it sounded kind of logical, considering the Blood Wards that Privet Drive was placed was under. Therefore he just nodded and watched as, once again, one of his mates (this time Lucius) went ahead to check their destination or whatever their dominant instincts told them to do to safeguard him.
He took some of the Floo Powder and waved at the Weasley's as Fred and George chimed teasingly: "Good luck!", before tossing it into the flames and calling "Headmaster's Office, Hogwarts".
The ride was as dizzying as ever, but Lucius caught him safely.
"One day you will have to practice how to travel via floo correctly. It cannot continue like this for your entire life," he said and dusted him off with a spell.
"Yeah," Harry grinned sheepishly "That would be an awful long time."
Realizing suddenly how strangely silent in the office it was, he looked around and noticed that for once Albus was not sitting behind his desk. Well, he supposed, the man probably had enough friends and acquaintances who would want to invite him over the holidays as well. Just then moment the fireplace flared up again and Draco stepped out of the hearth.
"Let's not linger, I want to get this visit over with," Lucius announced and accio'ed the Headmaster's jar of floo powder.
"Certainly, father," Draco agreed. "Hopefully it will be the last time, in a very long time, that we have to deal with the Weaslette," he added with a sneer.
For a split second, Harry wanted to protest against the impolite nickname, but then he realized that he could not do that after what Ginny had done. His mates had every reason to dislike her and voice that openly, and truth to be told, he didn't want to protect her anymore either.
"Be glad that you did not have to watch her try to seduce our little submissive during the summer. I could have ripped off her head on more than one occasion," Lucius replied as smoothly as if he was talking about the weather, before finally taking some floo powder and saying clearly "Janus Thickey Ward, St. Mungo's."
"We can floo directly into the ward?" Harry wondered aloud and turned to his second dominant.
"It is only possible for the Janus Thickey Ward. As there are many long-term patients, visitors can directly floo in," Draco explained and gestured with an elegant motion of his hand for Harry to finally get going. Guessing that he had better follow his dominant's order before Lucius could get nervous at the other end; he quickly did as told and landed in the arms of his first mate only a second later.
"Finally! What in Salazar's name took you that long," the blonde scowled down at him and he suppressed the urge to roll his eyes in favor for examining his surroundings. They had arrived in a small room with only one fireplace. Against the wall across stood an old-fashioned, but comfy looking sofa and a small round side table with a pitcher of magically cooled water and a couple of glasses next to it. He also found a middle sized plant in one corner. Clearly, this room was meant for guests to wait comfortably in case the person they wanted to visit was busy with an examination.
"Are you coming Harry?" Draco's voice pulled him out of his observations and as he turned his head he saw that his two mates had already reached the single door that was leading outside.
Once he had left the receiving room, he found himself in a ward that looked as homey as it probably could. The wide corridor and doors and the name plates next to each room made it clear that this still was a hospital, but the floor was covered with a soft, blue carpet. A few Medi-Witches bustled busily past them and Harry noticed that his mates were slowly getting annoyed.
"What kind of service is this supposed…" Lucius muttered under his breath, but before he could remind his mate that this was not a shop where they could expect someone at their beck and call as soon as they entered, a cheerful voice called out to them.
"Hello sirs, can I help you somehow?" Harry turned around and saw that a young girl, of maybe 15 years of age had stepped up to them, a patch on her robe announcing her as 'Trainee Dubois'. However, despite her words, her big brown doe eyes were singularly attached to Draco. Instantly, annoyance bubbled up inside of him, but he tried his best to ignore it, telling himself that not all girls were as crazy as Ginny.
"We have an appointment with Head Healer Walsh concerning the accommodation of… Ms Weasley." Harry could hear how much effort it cost Draco to not call Ginny 'Weaslette' in front of the trainee.
"Oh, I will show you to her," the girls smiled brightly and then swiftly continued, unknowingly causing the annoyance in Harry's chest to grow stronger.
"By the way, my name is Dominique Dubois, but you can just call me Dominique."
When Draco didn't response (to Harry's great joy) Dominique added after a few seconds "And yours?"
"I am Lord Malfoy, the Second Lord to the Most Noble and Ancient House of Malfoy and One of the Three Original Magical Council Families of Albion," Draco responded, sounding smooth as ever. However, Harry wondered if his second dominant was trying to scare the girl away by mentioning his overly long title (which in fact wasn't even nearly as long as his own) or just wished to make clear their unfamiliarity and distance. Whatever his plan had been, he didn't succeed as Dominique's smile merely grew wider. "The Malfoy's were a French family originally, right? ...Their youngest heir's name is Draco. So that has to be you. Nice to meet you Draco! Will you be visiting regularly from now on? My internship lasts for two more months; maybe we will see each other more often from now on?"
By now Harry was gritting his teeth and praying to his ancestor Merlin that they would reach the Healer's office soon. Next to him, Lucius merely looked slightly amused; he could see it in the man's eyes. It made his mood drop further, but all he could do was glare at his mates from under his cloak. He couldn't even make a comment as it would risk his disguise as a woman.
"Are you and your family still visiting France regularly?" Dominique asked as they went further down the endless seeming corridor.
"Occasionally. We have a Holiday Manor in Bordeaux," Draco answered politely.
"That is awesome; my family only lives half an hour carriage ride away from Bordeaux. It's beautiful, isn't it? And the wine of course. My grandfather owns a press house. You can visit me next time you are in France and I will invite you to a nice French wine tasting session."
A silent growl finally slipped his throat and it was enough to make his first dominant realize that he was truly getting agitated.
"I fear, Ms Dubois we will not be able to visit France this year as I am rather busy with a courtship and it would be impolite for Draco to leave at such a crucial time," he interrupted the endless speech of the girl and placed an arm around him. It fortunately calmed him down and reassured him somewhat.
The face of the trainee fell and a triumphant feeling overcame Harry, however, it only lasted for a few moments, as in the next instant Dominique's face brightened again and she exclaimed: "Well, that's a pity but not all that bad, after all, I am planning on transferring to Hogwarts for my last two school years to enter the Special Healing Class of Madame Pomfrey. I have a special talent for healing."
"What a nice coincidence," Lucius hummed falsely and bent down so that he could whisper into Harry's ear. "Don't worry, she is no competition, and besides, we are mated and no one, especially not a little girl, can break such a bond."
He nodded, knowing that his mate was right, unfortunately jealousy was not a rational emotion and as he had already realized earlier that morning, their bond was just too fresh to be able to withstand against such a possible threat with cool composure.
Fortunately, before he could lose his control and do something immensely stupid after all, they finally arrived at the office of Head Healer Walsh.
"There we are," Dominique announced and Harry let out a sigh of relief. She knocked at the door and a voice sounding like a friendly, old grandmother wafted out to them.
"Come in."
Dominique opened the door and held it open for them, before announcing "The Malfoy's are here for their appointment, Head Healer Walsh."
The woman that turned to them looked slightly familiar to Harry; she must have been one of the Healers that had come over to Grimmauld Place the day before, however, back then Harry had not given her any attention. However, now he did so. Head Healer Walsh was indeed a nice grandmother; at least with her short, silver curls, bright blue eyes and rosy cheeks she looked like one. Also, she looked as if she could have been Albus' twin-sister, her eyes were sparkling just as merrily and she certainly looked old enough as well.
His opinion of her was elevated even higher as she nodded with a friendly smile and said: "Thank you Ms Dubois. You can leave now and take a break."
It finally wiped the exuberant expression from the trainee's face. "But…" she tried, but the Head Healer shook her head. "No buts. As a trainee you are not bound to nearly as strong an Oath of Secrecy as the other Healers from this ward, therefore I cannot allow you to stay."
Dominique let her head hang, but nodded and finally left.
"My apologies. Please take a seat," Head Healer Walsh said and conjured three elegant and comfortable looking chairs.
"Thank you, Madame," Lucius replied, but Walsh merely waved him off before saying: "First, before we continue with the reason you are here, I would like to resolve some question concerning my own person. As you are certainly aware of, St Mungo's in general is not known for his high status of patients and client secrecy."
"Are you trying to tell us that it may become an issue?" Draco asked, his eyes gaining a sharp gleam.
"Not in the slightest," Head Healer Walsh was quick to calm his second mate down and Harry was relieved for that. This visit was already bothersome enough.
"I am trying to explain to you that confidentiality will not be an issue. You must know, while I am not an official Order Member, I am a very old acquaintance of Albus'. In fact, we are cousins twice removed. While this is not a close connection, we went to Hogwarts at the same time and always had a good relationship."
His two mates nodded.
"While I have specialized in Mental and Psychological Issues some decades ago, I was also still trained as a regular Healer, therefore I have taken care of more than one Order Member, and until now, nothing has ever leaked to the Daily Prophet. That said; while in this office, you can take that nice cloak off Mr. Potter. Don't worry, Albus let me in on your special relationship to the Malfoy's. Congratulations on finding your soulmates. Not many people are that fortunate and even less at such a young age," Head Healer Walsh smiled at him kindly and after a short glance over to his dominants, who both nodded, he pulled the hood down.
A small smile stretched his lips. "Thank you," he said.
"It is reassuring to know that Professor Dumbledore has such a good connection in St. Mungo's," Lucius noted and Harry could hear his relief hidden in his voice.
"It is," the Head Healer agreed, before finally getting to the point for which they had come.
"Now about Ms Ginevra Weasley. The final tests still have to be conducted, but I feel at this point, we can safely assume that Ms Weasley is suffering from an Obsessive Love Disorder."
"And Obsessive Love… Disorder?" Harry repeated. He had never heard of such a syndrome, but the word disorder told him that it had to be serious.
"Unfortunately yes. This kind of disorder usually precedes stalking behavior," Head Healer Walsh said gravely. Fortunately you have not been in a dependant relationship with Ms Weasley, or the situation could have grown even uglier. That of course does not mean that her actions have not been horrible; in fact, it is one of the most startling cases I have witnessed in my many years as a Healer."
A short, heavy silence descended upon them. Harry felt as if he should break it somehow, but truth to be told he was far too shocked and his thoughts just kept swirling and swirling in circles.
What did Head Healer Walsh mean by "it could have grown even uglier"? What did she mean with a 'dependant relationship' anyway? If possible, this conversation made him even more nervous instead of calming him down. He wanted to scoot closer to his dominants, but sitting in the middle between them, he couldn't decide to which one. A small whimper left his throat and his two dominants reacted instantly. Lucius lifted him from his chair and onto his lap, while Draco scooted over to his recently vacated chair and made a reassuring sound.
"Would you please elaborate on the condition you mentioned, Head Healer Walsh?" Lucius picked up the conversation while starting to stroke soothing circles over his back.
"Of course," the Healer said and opened a file in front of her, probably Ginny's. "As I said, Obsessive Love is a Disorder and therefore classified as a mental illness. Usually this disorder is found in relationships where one party is 'dependent' on the other, and in the course of the illness, the obsessed person uses this dependence of the other to control his or her object of obsession."
"What do the control symptoms the obsessed person exhibit usually look like?" Draco interrupted the old Healer, who turned her attention on him. "Control of money and food is the most common form of control found in this circumstance, but as I said, it was luckily not the case, as Mr. Potter was not dependent on Ms Weasley. However, another thing that is quite usual for this condition, is the close contact you had with Ginevra," Walsh explained and turned back to him.
"But I never had close contact to Ginny", he protested, not wanting his mates to come to false ideas about his relationship to his best friend's little sister. He had never fancied her or even found enough common ground to build a strong friendship.
"I am sure you feel that this is true from your point of view," Head Healer Walsh nodded and his two mates began to growl sub vocally.
"I am not accusing him of lying. As I said, from his point of view, it is correct; however the perceived realities of different people tend to differ," the old witch quickly smoothed the situation over and Draco and Lucius fell silent with two stern but accepting nods.
The Healer cleared her throat and continued to explain: "Mr. Potter has been a regular visitor in the Weasley's home due to his friendship with Ms Weasley's older brother Ronald. Furthermore, they live in the same house at Hogwarts. Therefore, they have seen each other very often. And there the perspectives start to differ. While Mr. Potter has most likely never seen Ginevra as more than his friend's sister, and may not even have always been aware of their proximity, those circumstances gave Ms Weasley the perfect base to build her obsession on."
Harry frowned. He still didn't really understand how this disorder had come to pass, but he didn't need to ask, as Head Healer Walsh must have seen his expression and explained further:
"It of course starts with falling in love, but due to your close proximity, Ms Weasley had the opportunity to watch you a lot. A lot more than is considered healthy. Hearing a lot or talking a lot about the person also is a common point of beginning. The next step is usually, that the patience begins to read into small gestures, even those considered as common politeness; like smiling at them, thanking them, listening to them. They start to fantasize and at one point their fantasies become real and they begin to believe that they have a real claim on the person they have chosen. That is usually the point where control comes in, but I suppose one can say that the bond she tried to force on Mr. Potter could be considered as such."
"And what do you plan on doing to resolve this situation?" Draco asked, crossing his arms. Harry knew that he most likely still wanted to kill Ginny (and so did Lucius), or at least put her into Azkaban, but he stood by his decision; he wouldn't do that to the rest of the Weasley's.
"The therapy will concentrate on making her realize that Harry is his own, independent person. In other words, that he does not belong to her. As wizards and witches we of course have more tools than Muggles to treat her, however, depending on the degree of obsession, it may take a while. Subconscious Occlumency shields to defend one's obsessions are quite common unfortunately, and simply breaking those would lead to irreversible brain damage," Walsh explained, before adding "It might also be beneficial to include Mr. Potter in the therapy at one point, however, this will not be the case for quite some time."
At this, Harry could practically feel his mates' expressions darken. "And why should he do that? Ms Ginevra Weasley has so far been nothing more than a risk to his health and to our mating bond," Lucius actually sneered.
"A controlled confrontation at the end of Ms. Weasley's therapy will help us determine if she can be released, be that back home or into a long term supervised facility I cannot yet say. However, sometimes patients manage to keep their true feelings hidden well enough so that even we professionals can overlook certain things. But so far a confrontation has always produced acceptable results. You and your son will of course be allowed to accompany him."
Not sure how to feel about the prospect of facing Ginny again one day, Harry looked down and to his relief, all Lucius said was "We will discuss it when the time comes."
"That is all I ask," Head Healer Walsh smiled, closed Ginny's folder and said: "Now I will call my great-grandson. He is the second Healer taking care of Ginevra, as I am far too often out of office as the Head Healer to maintain a steady therapy schedule. He has taken an oath of secrecy; however, he is not aware of the connection between you, Mr. Potter and Albus. I felt it was not my place to share that information with him."
"That is appreciated," Lucius confirmed with an inclination of his head and the old Healer called for a House Elf.
"Please get my great-grandson for me," she ordered in a friendly tone and the elf disappeared with a bow.
Lucius nudged him to return to his own chair, apparently wishing to keep their relationship secret from as many people as possible, at least until Voldemort was defeated and the threat contained. He didn't really feel like moving and he was sure his first dominant didn't feel like letting him go either, but he did so anyway, and as soon as he had scooted back over, a knock sounded. A tall man, maybe in his mid to late twenties with hazelnut brown hair and bright, sky blue eyes entered.
"Good morning, my name is Healer Eric Walsh," he introduced himself as he offered his hand to each one of them. Then he turned to Harry and addressed him directly: "I am here to show you Ms Weasley's accommodations, if you would follow me?" he questioned, but looked a bit irritated when Harry stood up and his mates did so as well. However, he did not ask any questions. Either he was too polite, or his great-grandmother had warned him about not being too nosy.
"I will send you a report on Ms Weasley's progress every two months," the Head Healer promised, before he was lead out of the office.
"I have to say that it did not come as a surprise that Ms. Weasley was admitted," the young Healer continued to speak as they walked back up the corridor. "Not that I had foreseen it to be Ms Weasley, but considering the bustle the Daily Prophet keeps making, an obsessed fan girl was practically overdue." he laughed lightly. "Not that I blame them with the magical skills you have shown in the last years and those looks," Eric Walsh continued and winked at him.
Harry, too confused over the Healer's words, did not register his mate's silent warning growls and asked: "Looks?" after all, he kind of was right about the fuss the Daily Prophet had been making about him recently.
"Of course. A nicely Quidditch-trained body and those green eyes could bewitch even a straight wizard," the Healer winked again and Harry, finally realizing what was going on, flushed a bright red (at least in vampire terms) and slowed down a little until he was walking between his two dominants again. "... and you certainly keep their hopes up by still having no girlfriend at your age. I, as a psychologist, of course wonder if there might be a reason behind it all."
"I do believe Mr. Potter's inclination and private matters are of no concern of yours, Healer Walsh," Lucius interrupted the man smoothly, but with a warning undertone in his voice.
"Maybe, maybe not," the Healer just replied with a grin. "If his preference is the reason behind his being single for so long, he might need some help to come to terms with it. After all, as far as I know, Mr. Potter had not been raised in the wizarding world."
"And you would of course offer your expertise as a psychologist to help him?" Draco openly sneered, but Walsh was unfazed.
"Why not? I at least have already taken an Oath of Secrecy and I am closer to Harry's age than my great-grandmother. I can call you Harry, right?"
"You can certainly not," Lucius answered for him and he was kind of glad that he could stay out of the argument; he didn't feel like joining in. Ever since his turning into a submissive vampire, he had grown more and more comfortable with his mates taking care of such unpleasant things. It was enough for him that he had to lead the Order and still defeat Voldemort. That already ruffled his submissive instincts quite enough.
"Of course my great-grandmother would be perfectly professional about the topic, like most magical people are, but it still might be an awkward conversation considering the age gap; besides, it often helps to get some advice from someone who has already gone through the process of admitting his true preferences to himself and his friends and family. So, don't hesitate to make an appointment with me, Harry," the wizard simply went on, making his mate grind his teeth in the background, which in return made him realize that he needed to try and stop the Healer's advances.
So he awkwardly cleared his throat and said: "If… I ever feel the need, I will remember."
"Oh, don't put it like that. People rarely feel the need to talk about things they perceive as uncomfortable," Eric Walsh scolded him lightly.
"But I am comfortable," he said, more firmly now, realizing that otherwise he would never get rid of the Healer. "And when I find a suitable partner, I will have no problem to have an honest relationship without hiding it."
"Oh?" Walsh asked, sounding intrigued. "And what do you imagine your special someone to look like?"
Now it was his turn to grind his teeth; the man was persistent and clearly couldn't take a hint, to his relief Draco interfered before he could say something which would certainly come out rude at that point.
"Not so eager, Healer, or one could get the idea that there is a reason why you are considered knowledgeable in the field of Obsessive Love Disorder," his younger mate sneered, before adding for good measure: "Besides, Harry already has a contract set for him."
Walsh merely waved the comment off. "Contracts become more and more outdated, especially for someone from such a liberated family like the Potters. Besides, only because parents have decided on a match, doesn't mean that he or she is the perfect partner. But fortunately those contracts are not written in stone and can be broken easily enough."
"Is this Ms Weasley's room?" Lucius ended the tiresome conversation as they had stopped in front of a door already a minute ago. Healer Eric Walsh seemed to come out of a trance, because he blinked a few times and needed to look around to orientate himself, before he nodded.
"Yes, she will get a nameplate tomorrow at the latest. Ginevra should be in her first counseling session right now, therefore you can examine her room without any disturbance." He opened the door and held it open, so Harry quickly stepped into the room before the man could pick up their previous conversation.
The bedroom was certainly not very big, but Ginny wouldn't have to share it with someone and it was spacious enough, at least in his opinion, but then again, he had been used to a cupboard.
There was a single bed, a wardrobe, a small desk, a two-seater and an armchair next to a small coffee table in one corner. The floor was covered with the same blue carpet as the hallway had been, and an additional door most likely led to a small bathroom. If he hadn't known better, Harry would have thought that it was a hotel room. Not one of those overly expensive hotels, but one of those small and neat guest houses nice old couples were in charge of.
He could also see that some of the Weasley's must have visited already, because the blanket was covered by Ginny's favorite Holyhead Harpies cover and Stella the pygmy puff was sleeping silently on the pillow. He was also relieved that he saw some bars in front of the window. At least Ginny wouldn't be able to sneak out while alone in her room and doing so through the main entrance would be much more difficult.
He felt kind of bad thinking these things, after all he knew how awful it felt to have bars in front of your window, but he pushed that thought to the side, reminding himself of the promise he had made to himself and Lucius when they had gotten together; to be more selfish and start protecting his interests. And in the end, if Ginny had not tried to cast the horrible binding spell onto him, she wouldn't be in this situation, so it wasn't really his fault.
"As you can see," the Healer spoke up "we allow our patients as much comfort as possible. In contrast to Muggle hospitals, personal blankets and such things are no problem as we can simply sterilize them with a spell."
At that moment the door opened suddenly and a voice called out excitedly: "Harry!"
His eyes widened and he spun around, hoping that he was imagining things.
"I knew you would get me out of here! Do you know what they are saying? That I have done a terrible thing to you by trying to save you!" Her happy face changed into a pouting expression while he was still trying to get the fact straight that Ginny had somehow come back, even though she was not supposed to do so for a while yet.
"But what did you do this morning? I could feel you being unfaithful! Are you still together with those slimy snakes even after all the many warnings I gave you?"
He opened his mouth to reply, something along the line that yes, he was still happily together with his mates and no, it was none of her bloody business, when Ginny continued already, giving him no chance.
"I see I have to tell you about the pros a relationship with 'me' would have and the cons a relationship with that 'scum' has again." She sighed theatrically.
"Ginny, that won't be necessary. I will not change... he began, and he could hear the annoyance clear in his voice, but she just interrupted him.
"Firstly, I could give you children. I know you always wanted them to continue your family name…"
He inwardly frowned. While continuing the Potter name would certainly been a nice side-effect of having children that surely was not the main reason why he had always wished for a big family. He just enjoyed the hustle and bustle of a big family, the fact that someone would always be there to laugh with him and share their days with him. That he would finally have someone that unconditionally loved him and to which he could give his unconditional love in return. The latter part he of course already had with his mates, or at least they were quickly getting there. Right now their mating bond was still very fresh and they needed to build up trust that could only come with many shared years and experiences. But they would get there, he was sure.
"And not only that, Ron would finally become your brother, just like all my other siblings. You would finally have the big family you always dreamed about. And let us be honest; Snape cannot truly be a proper father, even if he somehow managed to adopt you. As for Sirius, he is far too immature, besides he is only one man and that is not a family…"
"Ron and your siblings are already my brothers. They know that and they don't need a legal document as proof. And stop bad-mouthing Snape. He has done a lot for the Light. Just as much as Dumbledore, maybe even more!" He snapped, getting more and more annoyed by the second, but Ginny only laughed lightly.
"You cannot really mean that. I know you are usually far too polite to outright say what you are thinking, but with me you can be honest, love. That is what a fiancé is there for!"
Growling started in the background again, and he knew that they needed to get out of this room and as far away from Ginny and every other person that was stretching the capacity of their young bond. So he turned around, but before he could even take a single step, Ginny had grabbed his arm and was clinging to him, leaning her cheek against his shoulder and told him:
"Besides, with me you can actually show yourself in the public. Everybody in Hogwarts thinks that I am beautiful with my long red hair and feminine curves; there is no better candidate for the Boy-Who-Lived' wife. Plus, your fans will never accept a man at your side."
Suddenly he was grabbed by his upper arm and he was pulled away from Ginny. The slowly familiar growing scent that wafted over him in a wave told him that it had been Draco who had saved him from her clutches. But, Ginny made a motion as if to yank him back once more; fortunately however, Lucius was faster.
Sighing in relief he burrowed his face into Draco's shoulder and breathed in deeply. His mate's scent calmed him down, and even more so, the arm that was pulling him closer.
"Are you alright, Harry?" Draco asked and combed his messy fringe out of his face so that he could his eyes. He nodded wanting to reassure his mate, but maybe it was his instincts that made him spin around and shake his head.
"Actually no, I am not. We were not supposed to meet Ginny, but because of that Dominique girl and later you, Healer Walsh," he added pointedly, glaring at the man "we lost far too much time and this is what came from it!"
"I am sure Lucius would have no problem to file a complaint at the board of St. Mungo's if you would like." Draco purred into his ear, making him shiver and his mind go into a blissful state of nothingness where all he could think was "My dominant will take care everything." Only when Draco nudged him did he realize that he had been asked a question. Looking up, he saw that Walsh had turned awfully pale. Sighing, he shook his head; he couldn't bring himself to sue somebody over the holidays. Besides, the man wasn't at fault for the delay by the trainee-girl. "I… I am sure this won't happen again."
Healer Walsh nodded quickly and Lucius sneered at the man.
"We will show ourselves out," he said, before opening the door and holding it open. "Harry, Draco," he prompted them and Harry reluctantly let go of his second mate, before pulling the hood of his courting cloak back up and leaving the room.
Before the door closed behind them, he could hear Ginny asking: "Harry, where are you going?" but he ignored her and just followed his first mate's lead.
This time, as they walked through the corridor, no one stopped them. Or maybe he just didn't notice, because he was so concentrated on just leaving that he didn't hear any possible attempt to lure them into another conversation. Instead, he had fixed his eyes on Lucius who was walking in front of him.
It felt like no time had passed at all as he stepped into the receiving room and watched his first mate disappear into the floo network.
He stumbled out into the living room of Privet Drive only a minute or two later, as neither of them felt like lingering in Dumbledore's empty office. But the scene he had stumbled into, was nothing he had expected and, truth to be told, nothing he would have wished for, even though it was kind of funny to watch.
There were five people sitting in the living room and they were gathered so obviously casually, that he just knew they had been waiting for him. Or maybe it was just the people that had gathered, because normally no force in hell could make his father and godfather share a room civilly. Severus was sitting in one of the man's armchairs, a heavy Potions book open on his lap. Sirius was sitting further to the side, perpetually staring, despite the fact that Remus was sighing and rolling his eyes in exasperation. To his left sat Hermione, with a book in hand as well and next to her Ron, with the newest edition of Quidditch Monthly.
"Harry!" Hermione was the first to jump up. She clearly tried to sound cheerful, but he could hear the worry in her voice and the other's obvious glances only confirmed that they all had been worrying. "How did it go?" she added.
"It was…" he began, but then didn't know how to answer. He didn't feel like re-telling all the annoying things that had happened. All he wanted was to go up to their room with his mates and curl up with them. Luckily Draco stepped in.
"Your sister is clearly not yet cured, Weasel," his second mate sneered, before pushing him pointedly into the direction of the staircase. "If you would all excuse us. Harry is quite tired after his… 'trip'."
His father swiftly stood up, as did Sirius, but a warning look from the man and Remus' strong grip on his arm held him back.
They journeyed silently up to the room he shared with his two mates, Lucius and Draco on both of his sides and his father a reassuring shadow in the background. As soon as they had all stepped into their personal space, Harry grabbed the hands of his mates and dragged them over to the bed, earning himself a slightly amused look and a raised eyebrow.
He climbed onto the bed, tugging at their arms lightly, but of course he didn't actually need to drop further hints; his dominants had long since understood what he wanted, or rather needed. He lay down, placing his head into Lucius' lap and Draco curled around his back, while his father conjured a black leather armchair.
"Now, what happened at St Mungo's?" he asked once he had seated himself.
"An annoying trainee was flirting with my mate," he huffed and sniffed a little exaggeratedly. He knew he was behaving childishly, but he was still annoyed.
"A Healer flirted with our submissive," Draco put in, and his father lifted a single questioning eyebrow.
"Is that all?"
"Actually no," Lucius apparently decided to fill in his old friend as clearly neither Harry, nor Draco, were in the mood to do so. "Due to those… 'delays'… we were still in Ms Weasley's room when she returned. And as Draco put it so eloquently earlier, she is certainly not yet cured."
His father's expression darkened and then he sighed. "I suspected something like this would happen."
"Why?" Harry asked. He actually had hoped that the visit would have gone smoother. After all; at a hospital professionals were supposed to be employed and the Healers in charge were even acquaintances of Albus.
"Because," His father began, giving him that look that told him he was thinking Harry was quite stupid right now, "Neither of you are currently able to announce your engagement officially. Add to that that you are all highly desirable bachelors from old, rich and powerful families, and it could not have gone differently." Severus turned his eyes onto his mates and added coldly: "I hope you have at least tried to make it clear that you were not interested in any advances?"
"Of course I did," Draco sneered back. "but you know how Halfbloods or Muggleborn usually are; they lack the proper refinements to recognize polite and less polite hints."
Harry rolled his eyes, but said nothing. He was starting to accept that there were things he would never be able to change about his mates and as long as they were not too rude, he wouldn't bother. At least not right now.
"Unfortunately," his father nodded and stood up, banishing his chair. "I will leave you then. And try to relax, Harry," he said, but his narrowed eyes were fixed on his two dominants, as if making clear that he expected them to help him relax.
"Come cuddle?" He asked, as soon as the bedroom door had closed once more. Lucius gave him an amused look and asked: "Are we not cuddling already?" but scooted down and drew him against his strong chest. Soon he was sandwiched between his two dominants and could literally feel the tension leaving his body as he breathed in their unique, masculine scents.
Neither of them said a word and Harry closed his eyes. But instead of sleeping, his thoughts wandered back to the horrible morning he had been through. Actually, not everything had been horrible. Lucius and Draco had both been there from him, protecting him and their bond as much as was possible in their current situation. He was sure that they would have been more explicit if they didn't need to hide their relationship right now.
Oh, and how good it had felt as Draco had possessively pulled him away from Ginny and against his body. Or as he had watched Lucius grab Ginny; the man's arm muscles tensing beneath his fine dress shirt. He had only been able to see it because of his enhanced Vampire eyes, but it had certainly been a view worth looking at. He must have hurt Ron's sister at least a little, maybe even left a bruise, but surprisingly he didn't really care. He was clearly changing. Whether it was due to his changed nature, the support his mates giving him the strength to be more honest about his wishes and feelings or a mixture of both, he couldn't say.
His thoughts blanked for a second as Draco pressed a kiss onto his neck, making a shiver run down his spine. Draco… his second mate was actually different to what he had expected. Not in a bad way, but what did surprise him was Draco's constant watching and observing; he had noticed it especially during their visit to St Mungo's, but also before that on occasions since their mating.
First he had wondered about this behavior, but today, he believed, he had figured out what this change from an arrogant prat to a silent observer was about. Harry believed that Draco was trying to find his place in their mating bond. It seemed as if he wanted to find out as much as possible about him. He knew that Draco had suffered from the fact that he had shared more time with Lucius and that his father knew more about him.
He knew both of his mates wanted to be good dominants. Not only because their instincts told them to, but also, deep down, they were family people. Men who cared deeply about the people they loved and for that, one needed to know a lot about their beloved one.
Or was he being too arrogant by thinking that Draco did all that to become a good dominant for him? He pushed that thought to the side again. That was exactly the frame of mind that would get him into trouble with his dominants, or at least Lucius. After all, their relationship had started with his wish to change his life; the way he had been suppressed in so many small and bigger things and his promise to stand up and fight for his feelings, wishes and needs.
No, it wasn't arrogant to think that Draco would make the effort for him. After all, he would do the same. They were soulmates. A soul, divided into three bodies. There would never be anything or anyone more important to them than each other. Well, maybe he would exclude his father from this truth.
Turning around, so that he could press his cheek against Draco's chest, he let all of his muscles relax and finally allowed his mind and body to drift off and just enjoy this peaceful moment. Even though it was still early in the day, it had already taken out all of his energy and he just wanted to relax; just like his father had ordered.
Hello, I am finally back!
I am really sorry it took me so long, but studies kept me busy, and after writing over 500k words, I was just at a point where I needed a break from this fiction. Now however, I am writing again and plan to post every first friday of each month.
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These stories will not only take place in the Harry Potter Universe. I have started a Hobbit/ Harry Potter Crossover, A Black Butler/ Harry Potter Crossover, am planing a Naruto fanfiction and finally Harry Potter/ Iron Man Crossover. There will also be some information on the Harry x Snape Romance I have started writing.
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