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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 43: Sexy Shopping
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"This is so exciting!" Hermione squealed next to him, pulling him along the street.
A month had passed since his crazy 'episode' after New Year's Eve and everything had gone back to normal. Classes had resumed, Quidditch practice had started up again, and he and his mates had settled into their relationship more comfortably than ever.
Draco especially had grown into his role as dominant. In the beginning, Harry had still been able to notice the effort it had taken his second mate, but now it was second nature to all of them.
He was really proud of his mate, and if possible, more in love with him than ever. That was exactly why he wanted to do something nice and special for Draco and why he was currently sneaking through Hogsmeade with Hermione.
At first when Lucius had announced that he would have to spend an entire day at the Ministry and get some work done he hadn't been happy, but it had only taken him one look in Draco's direction and seeing his mate's excitement over finally having the chance to spend a whole day with only him, to get his ideas flowing.
Draco definitely deserved a romantic date with him; after all, he and Lucius had spent time alone in the beginning of their relationship as well, and no, he did not count the dates their parents had forced them into at the beginning of the school year.
Draco had been disappointed hearing that he would be spending the time till lunch with Hermione in Hogsmeade and only meet up with him later, but he planned on making up for that disappointment tenfold.
He had tried to talk his dad and Albus into letting him and his friend go a day earlier, but while he was of age and they could not forbid him anything as easily, it was a different matter for the witch. At least he was lucky so far that it was a Hogsmeade weekend anyway and that later he and Draco would be allowed to apparate to Diagon Alley together.
"So, do you know what he likes?" Hermione pulled him out of his musings as they came to a halt in front of the well in the center of the little village.
Flushing, Harry nodded. Hermione, who couldn't actually see his blush, but knew him well enough by now to read his expressions, gave him a curious look and prodded: "So, what is it? Don't make me force it out of you."
Blushing even harder, he mumbled: "He likes cute boys."
"What?" she huffed; apparently he hadn't been loud enough, so he repeated, in a much clearer voice this time: "I said, he likes cute boys!"
It only earned him a confused frown. "Why does that make you so flustered? A lot of people fancy cute boys. Hell, many girls even do. You know about those boy bands in the muggle world right?"
Glowering back, he snorted. "I didn't mean boyish cute, but boys in cute clothing."
The frown lasted a moment longer, and then realization seemed to hit his friend. "Oh… ohh! You mean like in those illustrated gay romance books? With lacy panties and ribbons and all?" Now she began to giggle and it was his turn to scowl.
"Yes, he has a whole collection of those types of books. But magical ones, of course."
"Of course," she nodded overly seriously. "I am sure if you had opened them, the pictures would have even moved," she added with a suggestive wink, making Harry splutter.
"Well then, let's find the next Dessous Store. At least now I understand why you insisted on wearing your Halloween costume for this."
"Yeah, wouldn't want to give Skeeter the chance of seeing me coming out of a Dessous Store with you. The story would be all over Britain by tomorrow morning," he huffed. "Besides, Draco really liked it. But I bet he would like it even more if I would still have noticeably been a boy," he smirked, before starting to look around.
The store they had been in to get his costume was out of the question as he wanted something far sexier.
"Hey, Mione," he spoke up after a moment, having spotted a small boutique that was squeezed in between two bigger buildings. "Do you see that store over there? Do you think we might find anything in it?"
She followed his pointing finger and nodded after a moment. "I believe so. It's 'La Soie'. I heard some girls talking about it a few times. It is supposed to have really good lingerie. From classic to…" she cleared her throat pointedly and went beet red, before continuing in a forcefully objective, almost scientific voice "Also, it is supposed to be rather expensive, hence the reason Lavender and Parvati are only ever talking about it."
"Well, money isn't really my issue and what better way to spend it than making one of my mates happy?" he quipped and began walking, but stopped a second later when he noticed that Hermione wasn't following. Turning around, he saw her giving him a soft smile, before she hurried to catch up with him.
"You know, I am happy that you starting to enjoy your life. And you are right. Spending some money is not a synonym for being frivolous"
They reached the shop and after a quick look around to make sure that none of their fellow students saw them, they quickly entered.
The shop was furnished quite tastefully. Harry definitely didn't feel as though he had stepped into one of those muggle erotic shops. The lingerie was displayed on medium high shelves, arranged and hung beautifully on the walls or adorning some manikins. As Hermione had already said, the garments ranged from simple to elegant to erotic. Although, the latter he could barely make out currently, as it was displayed further back in the small store.
"Bonjour my lovely young Ladies!" A melodious female voice suddenly interrupted their amazed staring as they both simultaneously swirled around, only to come face to face with a beautiful woman who was currently lifting a hand up to her face to hide her amusement.
"Excusez-moi, I didn't wish to startle you. Can I be of any assistance?"
Harry, feeling a bit overwhelmed by the cheerful shop owner, shook his head and Hermione quickly added. "Later maybe, for now my friend just wants to look around."
"Pas de probleme. Just call for me, Madame Rossini, if you need any assistance after all," she said and walked back to her cashier point to give them some space.
"Now, what do you have in mind?" Hermione asked after she had cast a discreet silencing charm around them.
"Well…" Harry began, trying to order his thoughts. "I want something really special for today, but also, I thought about maybe getting something nice but simple for everyday use. You know, Lucius likes me…" he blushed again and stumbled over his words a little, before he finally managed to continue "... he likes me bare underneath… but he also chose most of my current wardrobe, so I thought I should get something for Draco as well. Maybe something light enough that it will be a compromise between their preferences?"
He glanced over and saw Hermione nod in understanding.
"If anywhere, we will find something fitting here," she hummed and began to walk over to a random shelf. Harry did the same; however, he chose to take a look at the walls. He ignored the simple cotton panties and searched until he found a row of silk ones. They were beautiful and available in almost every color imaginable, but somehow it wasn't quite what he had imagined, not even for daily usage.
He wanted something that would tease, something nearly non-existing, something that was like the bow he still wore around his cock; something that did not hide but only underlined. He knew it was strange to think like that at his age and many would probably tell him how relationships needed to be built on love and trust and similarities and not physical stuff like that. But they were vampires; carnal desires were a big part of them, even though he and his mates didn't need their charm to lure victims. Besides, he knew that Draco and Lucius loved him and that he loved his dominants in return, therefore he saw no problem.
A movement to his side caught his attention, and as he looked around, he saw Hermione gesturing for him to come over.
"Look, what about those for daily wear?" She asked as soon as he had reached her, pointing at a pile of black fabric. At first he couldn't really make out the shape, but as he picked one up and held it up, he realized that the panty was completely made of lace. The cut wasn't anything especially special, just a normal girls' panty, but the see-through fabric and the delicate flower pattern caught his attention.
"You really are brilliant, Hermione," he smiled at his friend, wondering why she never put her brilliant mind onto her own appearance. Not that she wasn't pretty, because she was, but maybe that was exactly the point. Hermione possessed a natural kind of beauty which could shine even more with only a few touches here and there.
Sometimes he had the feeling that she had lived for so long as the eager beaver that she might have been afraid of how people would react if she suddenly changed. But she really needn't be worried about it, because no one would forget about her clever mind only because she started putting some effort into her appearance.
Maybe at one point he should invite her on a shopping trip, he thought, but then focused back on the lingerie in front of him.
"Which color should I get?" He asked, looking at the assortment.
"You don't need to only choose a single color," Hermione pointed out. "Sure, you can't ever go wrong with black and white, but something like red can look great as well, and I do believe that your mates have a particular liking for the color green," she grinned, pointing at different stacks.
"I also like dark purple. Oscar bought me this one robe for one of my dates. It has kind of become one of my favorite colors ever since," he told her, picking up one panty in said color and looking at the tag. It really wasn't a cheap pair of undies. But seeing a little number at the top of the tag, he asked: "What size do I need? I have no clue about women sizes."
"You should get s… or maybe even xs," Hermione answered and picked a few up for him.
"You know, you don't have to carry them for me. I am a strong boy, even if I don't look like it," he told her mock seriously.
"I know, but you need to continue looking and for that you need to be able to pick them up," Hermione replied and made a gesture with her head.
Rolling his eyes, he followed her advice and walked over to the next display, but went right past it when he saw the high cut underwear that reminded him more of Aunt Marge than anything he would ever wear.
However, only a few minutes later he came to a halt in front of a corner wall.
"Mione?" He called out and waited for his friend to come over, before he asked: "Do you think they would appreciate some g-strings as well?"
"I have never heard of any man not appreciating g-strings. But you should make sure that you actually… fit inside," she said with a slight blush. "Just take one along to try on. If you like it we can fetch more later."
Nodding, he did as told, before leading the way into the back section of the store.
"So, what exactly do you have in mind?" Hermione asked, stepping up next to him.
Shrugging, he admitted "Something naughty… and seductive."
"Then garters are a must," his friend said, pointing at a manikin. "Although, you can only wear them if you want to surprise your mates at home or if you decide on wearing a long pair of trousers for once," she snickered.
"I don't even possess any long trousers currently," he grinned back and walked over, looking at the different types.
Two in particular caught his eyes.
One set was white and what had caught his attention was not the garters that looked rather simple, but the panty that was nothing more than two strings of little frills that would frame his balls and cock to both sides, exposing more than hiding.
The other was black. Once again the stockings were rather plain, as was the lace string, but what intrigued him was the corset that went only high enough to leave his nipples exposed. The strings of the under-bust corset as well as those who held the ruffles at the top of the garters in place, were made from a shimmering silver material which his two mates would just love.
"I think I will try on those two," he told Hermione, going over to the displays in question.
"So, where are the changing cubicles?" he asked, once he had retrieved a set of each and looked around.
"Over there," Hermione pointed out, and together they walked to the far left corner.
It didn't take Harry long to realize that he would really like his new underwear and that he needed the strings in s while the panties fit well enough in xs. Telling Hermione so, it didn't take long until they had gone through the shop once more and replaced the two strings while also choosing a few more.
Walking up to the counter, he placed everything onto the smooth wooden surface and tried to ignore the slightly incredulous look of Madame Rossini.
"That will be 345 galleons and 3 sickles," she finally said and watched in awe as Harry pulled his wizarding cheque book out, wrote the amount on top of it, and handed it over.
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Two hours later found Harry in front of Gringotts where he had promised to meet Draco, looking completely unrecognizable if somebody were not to look too closely, and that all without the use of any glamours or charms. Hermione truly was a genius. Once they had left La Soie, the witch had dragged him through a couple of more stores, but the result was worth it.
He now wore a pair of simple black shorts that managed to hide the white garters just barely and a beautiful and very elegant black tunic that was embroidered with silver spangles sequins. He had taken his usual stockings off and just wore a new pair of simple, black high-heel leather boots with it, but what he truly liked the most was what Hermione had managed with his hair. With only the help of three silver clips, she had managed to tame his wild mop enough so that it didn't look like his usual hairstyle anymore. She had also pressured him into putting some lip gloss on and it truly gave his outfit the finishing touch.
He didn't really know how they had managed it, but it truly was hard to tell if he was a boy or a girl currently, and no one would recognize him like this. It truly was amazing.
Looking up and down the street, he pushed his thoughts to the side; he didn't want to miss Draco. Hopefully the blonde would recognize him dressed as he was. Then again, his scent hadn't changed and that would probably clue his mate into his identity as well.
It didn't take much longer until he saw a tall, lean figure self-assuredly strolling down the street, white-blonde hair shining in the sunlight. Draco was punctual. Of course, he was a Malfoy after all. He watched ice-blue eyes scanning the square in front of Gringotts and then moving up the steps to where Harry stood.
Their eyes met and Draco's pupils widened a fraction, before an eager expression entered his face. Sure, it most likely was not visible to anyone but Harry, but that was the benefit of knowing someone's quirks as well as he by now did both of his mates'.
"Harry," he greeted, sounding only the tiniest bit breathless. "You wanted to meet me here?"
"Yes," he smiled up at his mate, stepping up on his tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips "I thought we could spend the day together as Lucius is gone. Go on a date, just you and me."
Draco's eyes began to gleam with an emotion he once thought the eyes of a Malfoy could not hold, before he inclined his head gracefully, at once the Pureblood Heir and asked: "And what have you planned for our date, ma bien-aime?"
"I thought first we could go shopping. I know it is one of your favorite activities and I am starting to enjoy it as well."
"Really?" Draco enquired as he held his arm out in the traditional Pureblood gesture.
"Yep," he replied taking the offered arm and starting to walk aimlessly ahead. "I was shopping with Mione this morning."
Draco's eyes started to glimmer curiously. "Did you buy anything? You know you have as much right to our vaults as father and I do."
"I know. And I also accept that spending some money is not being greedy. But you have to wait until later. I can't show you what I bought right now."
Draco lifted one elegant eyebrow, but didn't say any more and instead conjured a small security bubble around them so that they could speak freely without fearing being overheard. Because, Draco Malfoy out on a date, would definitely draw attention and be the news of the next day.
Harry didn't like the thought, but somehow his mates helped him accept his fate that they all would always be 'people of public interest'. Maybe it was because they did not only bask in it (something he definitely didn't do and probably never would), but also because Lucius and Draco knew how to handle the situations and even used it to their advantage more often than not.
They had reached the first shops and Harry started to watch Draco as his blue eyes wandered from one display window to the next. It didn't take him long to notice that Draco was drawn to shops he had never entered before. They were expensive boutiques and jewelries; mainly stores he had never been interested in.
He let himself be pulled into a particularly high-class shoe shop and smiled softly as Draco immediately started scanning the rows and rows of boots, dress shoes and casual wear.
Almost immediately, a neatly dressed shop assistant (or maybe it was even the owner, Harry couldn't really tell) was at their side, greeting them.
"Good morning Lord Malfoy. It's a pleasure to see you again. And congratulation on your Lordship and engagement. I hope 'Society Monthly' was not wrong with the joyful news?" The thin man said with a bow.
"Good morning Mr. Grenson and thank you for your well wishes," Draco replied smoothly, turning to speak with the middle aged man. Apparently they were acquaintances.
"May I introduce you to my fiancé, Ms Prince?" He then said, taking Harry by the hand.
Mr Grenson took it, bowed and put a kiss on the back of it. "It is a pleasure, Ms. Now, how can I be of assistance today?" the shop owner inquired and the shopping began.
"I am in need of a new pair of casual dress shoes for daily wear at Hogwarts, as well as something light for the summer. Not too casual though," Draco informed the wizard, who immediately began to move through his store, collecting pairs of shoes in black, grey and different shades of brown.
"If you see anything you would like, don't hesitate to try them on," Draco told him in a near-silent voice, and Harry nodded.
"I will, but I just bought these," he said, pointing at his new boots.
"One pair is hardly anything as far as I am aware; you do not have anything for the summer."
"Sure, but heat isn't really an issue and I don't want to leave with high heels because Mr Grenson thinks I am a witch," he replied, glaring a little.
Draco merely inclined his head and turned to Mr Grenson, who was finally returning.
"You can return the brown pairs. It will not match with my wardrobe." He said with a glance at the selection and made a shooing hand gesture.
Harry wanted to roll his eyes, but he knew he wouldn't change his mate in this regard, and even if he could, he wouldn't start on their first date.
"Very well, Lord Malfoy," the shop owner replied and with a swish of his wand, all the brown pairs of shoes returned to their respective places.
"Look, those would suit you," Harry said, having scanned the assortment as well and pointed at the pair he had seen. It was a pair of elegant, black loafers with a silver clasp at the side.
To his delight, Draco picked one of the shoes up, eyeing them approvingly. "You are developing a sense of fashion, ma bien-aime. Wonders truly never cease to amaze," he hummed, amusement in his voice.
Harry was amazed, he had never seen Draco so open in public, but then again, they had never visited one of his preferred stores. Would it be the same with Lucius?
Remembering what his mate had said, he blushed and averted his eyes. "Just because I hadn't had the opportunity of buying proper clothing before, doesn't mean that I wouldn't have wished for something nicer than rags," he muttered, drawing a sigh from the blonde.
"I know. And it was not meant as a serious insult," Draco soothed him and handed the pair over to Mr. Grenson. "I will take these, my fiancé likes them," he announced, before returning his attention to the dress shoes.
To Harry, they all looked the same, more or less, but his mate clearly saw differences, because he picked up one after the other, examining them closely and with a few, shaking his head before putting them back down. Finally he settled on a very shiny pair that was slightly angular in the front and not rounded like most of the others.
"Shall I send them to Hogwarts or will you take them with you?" Mr Grenson asked after Draco had paid.
"Send them to Hogwarts. We will be out for a while longer and I do not feel like carrying bags of item with me," Draco ordered.
"Very well. Please send my regards to your father as well."
Draco gave a curt nod before offering Harry his arm again as they left the store.
"Where do you want to go next?" Harry asked looking up at his mate.
"I think Twilfitt and Tattings. Their summer collections should be out by now and I need a few new dress shirts. My old ones are all a bit small and tight since my transformation."
"Yeah, it has given you a few nice inches… unlike me," he huffed, glancing down his small stature.
Draco smirked and pulled him closer. "You are not too small, Harry. Think of how it would look if you were as tall as Lucius and I," he said, shuddering.
"I know… small and delicate is the preferred look for submissives. And I don't find myself ugly, but a few more inches would have been nice nonetheless," he sighed as they slowly approached a store to their right.
Twilfitt and Tattings was just as elegant and upscale as the shoe store had been, but its furnishing was done in a darker color, reminding him of those old Pureblood Manors with their dark wooden furniture.
The shop owner was just finishing with another customer, but as soon as the slightly corpulent man had seen who had entered, he excused himself and came over.
"Lord Malfoy, a pleasure to see you once again. And my sincerest greetings to you Ms…?"
"Prince," Harry answered smoothly, not minding using his father's maternal name.
"Ms Prince," ended the shop owner, took his hand and put a soft kiss on the back of it just like Mr Grenson had done earlier, before he introduced himself.
"My name is Mr Rossini," he began and Harry quickly converted his surprised splutter into a polite cough. However, Mr Rossini must have noticed it, because he nodded with a warm smile. "Yes, the beautiful Ms Rossini is my wife. I first was introduced to her at an exhibition dealing with the finest fabric, shortly after she had taken over her mother's business… but that is all history and I do not wish to bore you. Anyway, how can I help you today?" He rattled off at a speed that could easily rival Hermione's lecture mode, before falling silent again and looking at them expectantly.
To Harry's relief, Draco took over the conversation and he was able to just listen and examine the store silently.
"While I am in need of new dress shirts, we are mainly here to take a look at the summer collection," he said with a sweeping hand gesture.
"Of course, sir. If you need any assistance, please call," Mr Rossini nodded and left with a polite bow.
Draco guided him to the left, were the men's clothing was on display. Looking at them, Harry had to admit that they did look much finer and elegant than anything Madame Malkins had to offer. The materials were finer, the hemlines neater and more details had gone into every single piece. Even with something as simple as a white shirt, he could find little special features like intricate patterns engraved in silver and gold buttons.
Of course, it was most likely only due to his sharpened vampire eyes that he could make them out from such a distance, but that only made him appreciate them more.
"Do you like anything?" his mate suddenly asked, drawing him from his musings. Shaking his head, he replied: "Nothing has specifically caught my eye yet, but everything looks very nice. I think I am slowly starting to understand why you and Lucius prefer these kinds of shops."
"I am glad to hear that," Draco smiled. "It would be a pity if our mate could not share one of our favorite hobbies. And just in case you ever hear that Mr Rossini or Mr Grenson are Dark Wizards with shops for the upper class Dark families, then you can safely ignore those stories. They both are carefully neutral; in fact, their families have always been. But what makes upper class families, regardless of Light or Dark prefer them, is the fact that they are extremely discrete. Mr. Rossini for example was the tailor who tailored your council robes. And while he definitely has connected Lucius' order to the pictures of you wearing them in the Daily Prophet, he has kept silent about it."
"That is nice to know. At least I have a store now where I can buy clothes without it being front news the next morning," Harry replied and detangled himself from Draco to look further through the store. His mate didn't seem to mind his solo effort and busied himself with the summer collection as well.
It didn't take Harry long to find an outfit he truly would like to see on Draco. It was maybe a bit flashy, but if anyone could wear it, then Draco could. Sure, Lucius had a great sense of fashion as well, but he preferred the more classical garments, which were elegant in their simplicity in a sense (although it was hard to say that about robes with diamond and emerald buttons).
This shirt however was anything but plain. It was made in a nice silver-grey color with the pattern of Greek flowers stitched in a lighter shade on it. They reminded him strongly of the carved decorations he had seen on Greek temples (only on post cards of course). With it, went a tight fitting black waistcoat with shiny silver buttons and a tight fitting black dress pants. Additionally, one could buy a light summer cloak, which had the flower pattern on the inside and was black on the outside. The ensemble truly looked amazing.
Seeing that he had no idea which size Draco actually needed, he waved Mr Rossini over and asked him: "Please could you retrieve this outfit in Draco's size and take it to him. I would like him to try it on."
"Of course, my lady," Mr Rossini replied and waved his wand, at which said items came sailing towards them. He carefully took them from mid air, before he walked over to Draco. But not before he had whispered: "You have a good eye for fashion and for your betrothed."
Flushing, Harry watched from the corner of his eyes as Mr Rossini approached Draco and addressed him politely.
With a carefully blank expression (one that told Harry that he was confused by the interruption), his mate took the pile of clothing and looked down at it. It only took a second for understanding to cross those smooth features.
Harry was sure that he was flaming red as Draco turned towards him, true delight gleaming in his usually cold eyes. Embarrassed, he quickly turned around and proceeded to look at a few more items.
It was only one hour later that they left Twilfitt and Tattings again.
It was already past lunchtime, but being vampires, something like that didn't really matter to them. At least they shouldn't, however, Harry had started to feel a bit lightheaded and his stomach felt uncomfortably empty. It was rather odd for him; since his change he had never felt such a gnawing hunger as he drank from his mates and father quite regularly.
However, he wasn't really concerned; maybe his last feeding had been longer ago than he thought. But the warm spot inside of him still warmed and comforted him, it had even grown a little, his strange anxieties had never returned again and the shield in his stomach stayed strong. So, everything was alright in his opinion.
"Harry, would you accompany me to a store in Knockturn Alley?" Draco asked suddenly, coming to a halt, across, Harry noticed now, at the crossroad between Diagon and Knockturn Alley.
An uncomfortable feeling settled in his stomach and he hesitated for a moment. His first visit to the Dark shopping district had been anything but pleasant and he had never gone there ever since. However, this was Draco's day and he didn't want to spoil it.
"Harry, there is no need to worry. I am with you and not every place in Knockturn is as bad as people like to make them out to be."
"Well, I wouldn't know," Harry shot back, still uncomfortable. "I only ever saw Borgin and Burkes and that was unpleasant enough."
"You were at Borgin and Burkes? When? Why?" Draco asked, sounding curious but also a bit worried.
Sighing, Harry wished he hadn't mentioned it. "In the summer before our Second Year. I was supposed to floo to Diagon Alley with the Weasley's; my first floo ride ever. I got soot into my lungs and the rest is history. The Weasley's still give me worried glances whenever I am supposed to floo with them. Luckily nothing happened, because Hagrid found me. But you know, I saw you and Lucius there. You wanted to have this horrible rotten arm," he ended his tale with a shudder.
Draco's eyes widened a fraction and a pink dusting began to cover his cheeks.
"Yes, I remember," he said, clearing his throat. "Back then I was still very fascinated with the Dark Arts." He shook his head, pausing for a moment. "Harry, you know father and I will never be completely Light. Our family's affinity has always been Dark, but there are things we would not do anymore in present time. And that is thanks to you," he admitted.
Moved by the confession, Harry turned to properly face his mate and stepped up on his tiptoes, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek.
"I know. Let's go then. But you have to protect me. And I won't enter that Apothecary!"
"You mean the one that sells human body parts? I wouldn't go in there unless truly necessary either," Draco agreed and took his arm again.
The alley was just as dark, creepy and dirty as he had remembered it. Dirty witches and wizards leaned against the stone walls of equally rundown buildings; street merchants were selling all kinds of cut off body parts from more or less human beings that were supposed to protect against one thing or the other, and a rotten smell saturated the air.
He wrinkled his nose, barely able to suppress his disgust. His stomach was churning unpleasantly and his hunger had all but vanished. How Draco of all people, wanted to go shopping here was a mystery to him. Normally the Malfoy's were so proper and took so much care about their well dressed and clean appearance, yet still both of his mates visited this place regularly enough apparently.
But just then, Draco lightly tugged on his arm and guided him down narrow side street, that apparently led to a labyrinth of smaller shopping streets. Suddenly the air grew cleaner, the disgusting smog and grime on the street vanished, and the display windows began to look a lot neater; almost as elegant as Mr. Rossini's had been.
"We are almost there," Draco told him. "Most people don't know about this part of Knockturn Alley. It is very old and a few very old stores are settled here. In fact, this was the original shopping area of Wizarding Britain, dating back as far as to the early Middle Ages. Diagon Alley was founded much much later. In the 18th century, I believe."
Harry only listened with one ear as he walked in amazement past stores he had never heard of before. There was one shop apparently belonging to a true seer, another one to a necromancer. He saw a shrine dedicated to the 'Gods of Olde' and many small, elegant looking gentlemen's clubs and cafes.
He only focused back on his dominant again when he noticed that Draco's steps had slowed down. Looking up, he saw a hesitant expression in his mate's eyes. Following his gaze, his eyes landed on a sign, announcing the store to be 'The Horny Toad'. Confused, he looked back at Draco, now noticing a hint of excitement, longing and worry; almost fear in them. Not really understanding, he let his eyes wander to the shop once more, this time examining the display window which, he noticed quickly, held an array of elegant and very expensive looking… 'Sex toys'.
Did Draco want to go in there? Did he maybe even like such type of things? The thought made Harry blush violently and his first impulse was to quickly pull his mate away from the store, but then he halted. Would it even be so bad if Draco liked such type of things? He trusted Draco, knew that Draco loved him and didn't see him only as a sex object, and besides, they wouldn't have to use whatever he wanted to buy every time they were intimate. Maybe it would even be fun?
Biting his bottom lip, he gathered all his courage and asked: "Do you want to go in there and buy something?"
"Harry… do you enjoy…" Draco began to ask, turning around. But then he apparently remembered something, because he continued: "Have you ever tried any toys in the bedroom?"
Biting his lip again, he shook his head. "No. Lucius and I never… and before that I didn't even kiss… but I trust you, so if you want, we can try…" he ended a bit weakly.
Draco shook his head. "You don't have to fulfill every one of our wishes… You may be our submissive, but not our slave."
Sighing, Harry put an arm around Draco's waist and snuggled into his side.
"I know that and I can't promise that I will like it, but I am not against trying it once. Who knows, maybe I will enjoy it as much as you do and I rather we buy some new toys together, then you approaching me with one of your … 'old' ones one day." he pointed out, making a face.
The thought of using anything that had been used by Pansy or Daphne gave him the creeps and made him feel sick and jealous at the same time. He still didn't like it that Draco had done so much with those two. Or that he would have to look at them daily for two and a half more years to come.
Draco gave him one last assessing glance, before nodding slowly and leading him into the shop.
Despite the ridiculous name that sounded more like a cheap brothel than anything else, inside the store was very classy. What was different however was that this time, the owner did not instantly come up to them. Rather, the witch in question stood behind her counter, reading a magazine and giving them total privacy for which Harry was very appreciative. Very appreciative, in fact, as he already felt too embarrassed to look at anything on display without having someone watch from the background.
"We don't really need one of those, although I enjoyed them in the past. But that actually could have something to do with the fact that I refused to properly fuck them…" Draco mused and as Harry looked up, he was shocked to come face to face with a shelf full of dildos in all sizes, shapes and colors. Quickly he concentrated on what his mate had just said, only to realize it wasn't much better, still, he asked "why?" not even sure why he even wanted to know that.
Draco merely shrugged. "Mainly because it was too risky. If anything unplanned had happened, I would have been stuck with Pansy or Daphne for the rest of my life. But maybe it was also my subconscious trying to tell me that witches were not truly what I desire. But let's not speak about that. I have you now and they pale in comparison. Physically, as well as character wise," he said, slowly walking past the shelves, while Harry didn't know what to reply.
Therefore he opted to just follow his dominant, who clearly knew what he was looking for. He himself however, didn't even know the name of most the items they walked passed, or what they were supposed to be used for.
"We should start easy… yes, maybe a pair of those…" Draco said and in the next moment, a small package was pushed into Harry's hands emblazoned with: "Anal Beads. Charmed to change sizes and vibrating intensity."
"Anal…" he echoed lamely, until the word registered with him and he squeaked. Are they supposed to go… up there?" he asked as silently as possible.
"Of course," was the simple reply he got, together with one of those infuriating smirks his second mate was so good at.
"You also need a cock ring," Draco continued, probably only to make him blush.
"Why?"
"To stimulate you. And for me to be able to control when you cum," he explained in a tone of voice that suggested he was speaking about the weather. "Look, you can engrave something into the metal with a simple spell," he then announced, pushing another package into Harry's hands. This time it held a ring that was apparently made with pure white gold. The most expensive sex toy he would ever see, Harry thought with an internal snort, quickly forgetting his embarrassment.
Soon a pair of velvet protected handcuffs and a butt plug joined the small pile in his arms and his embarrassment was back in full force.
Finally Draco announced: "Let's leave," and Harry quickly gave him the items, not willing to accompany his dominant up to the witch at the cashier point, afraid that she might recognize him after all. It would be just his luck, and then everybody in the wizarding world would know that Harry Potter, the boy-who-lived, and Draco Malfoy had been shopping together for sex toys by next morning.
He didn't say it, but he was relieved when they left 'The Horny Toad' again. Even if he started liking using toys in the bedroom, he was sure he would never go and buy any himself. Draco could just do that, he clearly didn't mind as much as he did, and besides, then his mate could pick what he liked.
Noticing that the sun was already setting, Harry pulled lightly at Draco's arm. "Let's go to that last store and then back to our quarters," he said, hoping that it neither sounded too suspicious, nor as if he didn't feel like spending time with his second dominant anymore, because that wasn't the case.
The problem was, he wasn't sure when Lucius would return, his first mate had only said "in the evening," when he had asked earlier this morning, and he still had plans for the conclusion to his and Draco's date. Besides, his hunger was returning and he was looking forward to a mouthful of warm, delicious blood.
"Sure," Draco replied, giving him a look, but saying nothing more. "It's just over there," he said and pointed at a corner shop to their right. It was a jeweler, Harry realized as they came closer.
"What do you want to get there?" he asked, following his mate inside.
"I don't know yet," Draco replied, before greeting the store manager as friendly as he had done with Mr Grenson and Mr Rossini.
"Good evening Mr Goldsworth."
"Good evening, Lord Malfoy. May I assume that you are looking for something for your beautiful fiancé?"
"You would assume correctly," Draco answered, surprising Harry.
"What? But I don't need…"
"Of course you do. You haven't got a single piece of jewelry. That is unacceptable for a Malfoy bride. And besides, I enjoy buying you presents and you haven't gotten anything during our outing yet."
"But I picked out that nice outfit for you," Harry argued, feeling awkward with the thought that Draco wanted to buy him something as expensive as a piece of jewelry. "And I will enjoy seeing you in that."
"It still is something mainly for me," Draco said.
"Fine," he gave in, not wishing to argue at the end of a perfectly fine day. Besides, the smile in Draco's eyes made his giving in worth it.
"So, let's see. I think something beautiful but simple would be perfect. It will be your first piece, so it should go with as many of your outfits as possible.
"If I may interrupt," Mr Goldsworth interrupted politely, looking rather eager.
"Yes, do you have something in mind?" Draco asked, while Harry just waited.
"I have. Just finished it today. I haven't found a proper perch for the display yet, so it is still in the back, but let me quickly get it for you, sir." and with that the man vanished behind his counter, and from there through a door.
"I know he does seem a bit eager. He quite likes money, but Mr Goldsworth is also one of the best goldsmiths known around the world," Draco explained and pulled Harry closer to his side. It didn't take Mr Goldsworth long to come back at all; he definitely must have hurried. In his hand he held a small velvet bag, which he immediately handed over to Draco, who opened it and pulled the most delicate necklace out Harry had ever seen.
It was thin as spider's silk, so thin in fact, that Harry was afraid it would break if he moved his head too much. However, the pendant that hung heavy on its end, was the most beautiful he had ever seen. It was made from a metal he had never seen before, almost like silver but not quite. It was tear shaped and dotted with tiny diamonds that, when catching the sunlight, glistened in all the colors of the rainbow, like a prism.
"It is called 'Tear of Love' and made with white gold. The necklace is supposed to be nearly invisible and charmed unbreakable, while a couple of protective enchantments have been cast on the pendant. It becomes hot when poison is close, it can be connected to family wards, and set as an emergency Portkey as well as be tracked used with the right spell."
"It is beautiful!" Harry breathed out, unable to take his eyes from the piece of art.
"We will take it," Draco said and before Harry could argue against, or point out that it was probably far too expensive for a gift bought on a simple date. Mr Goldsworth had bowed and rushed back behind the counter. There was also that betraying voice in the back of his head, telling him that it truly was a beautiful necklace and that he would enjoy wearing it every day.
Still struggling with the two sides in his head, he slowly followed Draco up to the counter, his eyes wandering unseeingly over the displayed items - until he saw something nearly hidden by shadows in the furthest corner of a glass cabinet.
It was a hair clip, made to look like a huge lily blossom. It was made from simple silver and without any fancy gems or diamonds, but it still caught his attention. It reminded him of his mother and a bit of himself, as lilies symbolized innocence; something he surprisingly still was, even after all the things he had lived through. The clasps also looked much nicer than the simple one he was wearing right now and he liked his bangs tucked back like he wore them right now.
"That is a rather simple piece. Nothing special, I am afraid," Mr Goldsworth voice sounded dismissive.
"No, it's beautiful as well… it is so detailed…" he argued, subconsciously touching his own, much planer clasp as he imagined wearing that one.
"Would you like to have it as well, ma bien-aime?"
Biting his lip, he vehemently shook his head. No, he was already getting the expensive necklace; it was enough for one day. Sure, he had come to terms with spending some money… for his mate's benefit at least, but this… he didn't want to be seen like a greedy mate.
"Ma bien-aime, I can basically see it in your eyes. You can say yes if you would like to have it. Then I will buy it for you," Draco said with an angry glare at the shop owner, who by now had gotten the hint and shut up.
"But you are already buying me that expensive necklace…" he argued weakly, his eyes still not moving from the silver lily.
"Yes, but we have enough money; besides, this one is not expensive. It does not even cost 50 Galleons. Even my loafers were more expensive."
"Really?" he asked, not having listened to the sums Draco had paid before.
"Really," Draco assured him, rolling his eyes.
"Oh… okay, if you truly are fine with it…" he admitted, finally looking up.
"Of course I am, otherwise I wouldn't have offered," his dominant said and motioned for Mr Goldsworth to hand him the clasp. Once he had it, he turned to Harry and carefully removed the simple pin before replacing it with the new one.
"It really suits you," he smiled softly, before turning to pay for the items.
"I liked the shops of Mr Rossini and Mr Grenson more." Harry declared as they left the jeweler ten minutes later. "They were nicer."
"Mr Goldsworth is a bit of a money hungry snob," Draco agreed, placing Harry's hand back on his arm.
Harry snorted.
"What? I am not money hungry. I may be a snob, but I don't need more money than I already have. Especially since our vaults were merged after the mating."
"That helped to convince me," Harry grinned and shook his head, before asking: "So, is there somewhere else you would like to go or can we return to Hogwarts?"
He didn't want to sound eager, but he had been looking forwards to showing Draco what he had bought for him the whole day. He wanted to see his mate's surprised expression. Hopefully he had judged his mate's taste correctly and he would appreciate his outfit.
"Why are you so eager to return? Are you missing Lucius that much? You know he may not even be home yet. He often works until late into the night when he is at the Ministry. He says this way, he doesn't have to go there as often and doesn't need to see as many people," Draco asked with a raised eyebrow, and Harry could make out the slightest hint of jealousy.
Not that he didn't believed that Draco hadn't accepted their mating bond and his father in it completely, but he had to admit that his words could be taken up the wrong way, as if he preferred the company of his first mate. Which he didn't. Not anymore, and not for some time now.
"That's not it. But I still have something to show you, remember?"
Draco's eyes lit up in anticipation. "Yes, you mentioned something this morning… so, what is it that you bought while you were out with your friend?"
"I'll show you at home. So the faster we are back, the sooner you will be able to see it," he replied teasingly.
"Well then, let's go. I am definitely curious. You don't buy many things…" Draco said and began to lead him back to the apparition point near Gringotts.
It amazed Harry how his mate could still walk the way in an unhurried and elegant fashion, while he was clearly so excited about the continuation of their date. Sometimes, he thought, being a Malfoy really had to suck. However, they finally reached their destination and soon apparated back to Hogsmeade.
"I think we could afford to hurry a bit. No one is around to see us," Draco said, shifting Harry's hand from his arm to his own, grabbing it firmly and securely.
"Sure," he agreed, excitement now rising in his chest as well as they took off running. They only halted shortly at the Entrance Portal, but once inside, and hearing that the students were all gathered in the Great Hall for dinner, they continued with vampire speed up to their quarters.
"So, where do you want to give me my present?" Draco asked, one eyebrow raised.
"What makes you think I have gotten you a gift?" Harry asked back, but began to walk towards the bedroom.
To his surprise, Draco didn't seem to suspect anything. His eyes hadn't gained that hungry glint they often got in the morning, or evening while they were readying themselves for the day or the night, stripping out of their clothes.
Instead, he sat down expectantly on the edge of their bed, clearly waiting for him to retrieve whatever he had gotten.
"Now I have waited long enough," he announced, sounding a bit like a small child at Christmas. "Where is it? You know how much I like presents."
Instead of saying anything, Harry motioned up and down his body. "It's here, you only have to unwrap it…" he said, his voice having gone all dry, and the blush was returning to his cheeks.
With delight he saw Draco's eyes widen in surprise and the eagerness finally entered his expression. With a fluid motion his dominant was up on his feet and standing in front of him, lifting a hand. However, Draco paused and instead searched out his eyes.
"Have I told you how beautiful you are today… how beautiful you and the day have been?" he said softly, cupping his cheek.
Blushing, Harry shook his head and his dead heart started to speed up a little.
"Then I will do it now. It was perfect. Everything. And I appreciate how much thought and effort you have put into this day… I never wanted to complain and sound as if I do not accept us, and with us, I mean father as well, but I am glad I had this time with you," he admitted and proceeded to give Harry one of the chastes, softest and loving kisses he ever had gotten.
"Thank you," Draco whispered and finally let his hands wander lower to grab the hem of his tunic to pull it over Harry's head.
"Hmm… this wasn't it, then," he hummed, but began to pepper soft kisses along his neck and shoulders nonetheless.
Harry sighed in appreciation, some of the tension leaving him as his body began to warm and tingle under his mate's touch. He loved how possessive and gentle his mates tended to be during love making, both of them had the ability, and both did it perfectly well.
He arched his back a little, a groan leaving his lips as Draco's finger ghosted over his quickly hardened nipples as they slowly, seductively and teasingly wandered lower.
He could feel his cock stirring between the ruffle strings of his panty, rising upwards to press against his tight pants.
"Please," Harry moaned, pressing his front against Draco's thigh as he couldn't reach higher.
"So impatient," the blonde mused. "Have you waited for this the whole day my little submissive?"
Unable to deny anything, Harry made a keening noise in the back of his throat, hoping that it would push his dominant into quickening his undressing at least.
Draco chuckled, but finally let his hands fall to his waistband.
"So hard for me already?" he said, pressing one hand against the growing bulge there.
"Yes, Draco. Are you not?" He asked, a bit confused about the calmness his mate was exhibiting.
"Of course, but I always liked riling you up," Draco replied, before finally, agonizingly slowly, pulling his zipper down.
That was, until he saw a bit of the ruffle peaking out, and suddenly Harry was pushed onto their bed and Draco was crawling on top of him.
"What have we here?" he asked, making him blush. "Were you lingerie shopping for me? Is it a nice one?" the blonde teased, but clearly couldn't hold onto his calmness any longer himself, because in the next instant Harry's shorts were gone and he lay exposed.
"When did you…?" Draco asked, his eyes wide and amazed.
Flushing, Harry averted his eyes and confessed: "You remember when Lucius took me to your Manor?"
"Our Manor," his mate corrected automatically and it warmed his heart.
"Yeah… our Manor. I saw your books there… those illustrated ones… and you had so many of them that I thought you really must like stuff like this.
"And you did this for me?" the blonde asked, instead of answering his unasked question. Harry just nodded, biting his lower lip in nervousness. His anxiety had returned full force.
"Was I right? Do you like it?"
"Do I like it?" Draco repeated, his eyes quickly snapping up to meet his, before immediately going back to where they had been locked down onto his adorned privates before.
"Harry… this is amazing. You are amazing… fuck! You are so beautiful!" he whispered, his hands beginning to trace around the edges of Harry's panty.
Harry shivered as those warm fingers wandered along and slipped beneath the elastic band. He wanted to feel more of them, wanted to feel them on him, but Draco seemed to be too mesmerized to notice his desperation.
"I can't believe you remembered… or that you took the time to notice something like this with the way I treated you back then," His dominant murmured, sounding as if he was in a trance.
Harry was gently flipped around and automatically he spread his legs to open himself up for his mate. And then Draco was finally upon him. As if his self-restraint had finally snapped, he suddenly pressed kisses and licks over his entire body. Fangs scraped his skin, opening small wounds only for them to be closed by a hot tongue immediately after.
By the time Draco had reached his arse, Harry was shivering, gasping and writhing.
"Draco… please… I need to… I am about to…"
"Oh no, you won't come yet. I want to enjoy you for a long time yet," he growled, although more possessively and eagerly than threatening. He pulled out his wand and said "Accio shopping bag," calling for the only items they had taken along with them and not left to be sent to Hogwarts.
Harry's eyes widened, having an idea as to what Draco would want from there and not liking the idea currently. Desperate, he started squirming, but Draco held him firmly in hand with one hand on his lower back.
"Please, let me at least come once first," he whined, redoubling his efforts, even though he knew it would be fruitless.
"Oh no, bien-aime. I hope your curiosity was honest, because…" his mate smirked, rummaging around in the small bag "you will now experience the pleasures of a cock ring."
And before Harry knew it, Draco had pushed something cold and smooth around his cock, which instantly tightened until it was nearly unbearable.
"What a glorious sight, but I bet it can be even better… I will spread you wide open…" his mate hummed and dove down to suck and lick around his rosy, puckered entrance.
Harry's balls tighten, his cock twitched violently and a strange, stimulating pain went from its tip all the way up to his spine, but all he could do was to give a low guttural moan.
"Not enough yet?" His second dominants voice could be heard teasingly, and in the next second, that hot, teasing tongue slipped inside of him, wetting his passage and pushing his walls apart.
"Ah… please… Draco!" He panted. His body felt tense, like a bow string, the muscles in his thighs quivered helplessly and his hands buried into the sheets beneath him as he tried to fly and keep himself in place at the same time.
This was so good, so infuriating. His body and mind were sending him so many signals and he did not know what to do or which to obey. Another violent shudder wrecked his body as Draco's tongue slipped in deeper and his cock grew hot as if it was on fire.
"Tut tut, Draco," A smooth voice suddenly said from somewhere behind him. "Why are you stressing our poor, little submissive so much? At least tie him up properly so that he can relax into the torment."
'Lucius,' his mind provided, just as something cool suddenly wound first around his ankles, pulling his legs wider apart than they had ever been, and then around his wrists and torso, securing his arms and hands.
Surprisingly enough, his body instantly relaxed, giving up on the fight and instead started to enjoy the feeling of being opened wider and exposed more thoroughly than he had ever been before for his dominants. He mewled submissively, invitingly, waiting for his mates to join him again.
"Father, back so early?" he heard Draco ask somewhere in the background, but the words barely registered in his mind.
"Yes, and I see your day was much better than mine. May I join you? Or shall I rather leave you two to it?"
"You may join if you want, but turn his ring on first," Draco replied, and that was all Harry knew before his body was swept away by a flood of sensations as the ring around his cock began to vibrate violently and his sweet torture began.
Soon hands, mouths, lips, claws and fangs joined the sensations. Patterns were carved into his skin, tracing his bluish veins, his skin was pierced, his blood drawn and his entire body kissed until he knew not up from down.
He didn't even notice the beads entering his tight heat before they started vibrating as well; the little waves moving through his lower half and meeting those of his cock ring.
Then, finally, Draco entered him. He mewled in bliss as the cool metal balls were pushed against his walls, massaging them thoroughly.
"Such beautiful sounds, but I am afraid your mouth is needed for something else," he heard Lucius whisper in his ears. A hand tightened in his hair, his head was pulled up, the angle a bit awkward, but he only purred in bliss as a second thick cock was pushed inside of him until it hit the back of his throat.
As a human, he would have suffocated, but as a vampire, he just relaxed even further and enjoyed the sensation of being fucked at both ends.
His mates sped up, Draco hitting his sweet spot every time until he didn't know anymore from which point of his body the most pleasure came from, and Lucius forced his prick so far down his throat that he could taste him all the way down.
He had no idea if it had been seconds or hours as his dominants suddenly both stilled, releasing their hot essence in the next moment.
By this point, he had all forgotten about his own orgasm. All that he knew was that he suddenly hated the thought of this pleasure ending so soon.
He whined pitifully, hoping that his dominants would hear and understand him, that they would take care of him.
"Hush, Harry," Draco said from behind him, stroking soothingly over his bottom. "We are not finished yet," and with that, his mates pulled out, leaving him totally empty. Another whine left his throat, but it stopped instantly as only moments later the tip of a cock pressed lightly against his whole once again.
"Now, little one, have I ever told you that I dreamed about fucking somebody hard since I had my first wet dream?" Lucius' voice purred into his ear, just as Draco appeared in his line of sight, or rather, his cock did, as he was still lying on his stomach. The organ was glistening with the traces of saliva and cum and smelled absolutely delicious to him.
However, Lucius pinched his bottom and asked again "Did I?" Instantly, his submissive side, already in overdrive, perked up and he shook his head in answer.
"Well, I did. And with hard I do not mean what little school boys or old house wives think of as hard in their little, dirty fantasies. What do you think? Are you up for it?"
Harry was sure he hadn't quite understood what his mate wanted beside the fact that he was asking him to fuck him, but that didn't matter, not with the unfulfilled lust still coursing through his system and his body feeling so frustratingly empty.
"Yes! Please!" He gasped, unable to form a more coherent sentence and then screamed in painful bliss as Lucius entered him with one single, violent thrust. The force of the thrust pushed his mouth directly over Draco's still hard prick and his second mate quickly grabbed it, to hold it tightly in place.
Until then, Harry wouldn't have thought it possible that two men could fuck him so differently. While the fucking with Draco had been an entire sea of pleasurable vibes, Lucius' hard thrusts were so powerful, that they quickly interrupted the sensations the vibrating cock ring and beads were sending through his body, only for the sensation to come back again in the few seconds his first mate needed to pull out and violently push in again.
Within minutes his backside was burning under the onslaught and his hole tingled with pleasurable pain. Every thrust pushed him further down Draco's cock, until the blonde lay down, his legs propped up to either side of his head and began pushing upwards, as if he was riding the organ with his mouth.
It was so different and so good as well, and Harry was so glad that his mates found so much pleasure in his body. That he could make them lose control like this.
And control they did lose, even though it was their second round. The rhythm grew frantic once more, Draco's hands tightening in his hair to the point that Harry was sure he was pulling out some of his hair, and Lucius pushed in so hard and fast that he couldn't feel the beads inside of him anymore.
And then the ring around his cock vanished, just as his mates stiffened for the second time and a wave of unimaginable pleasure rolled through Harry's small body. And that was all he knew before the blackness claimed him.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Hello my faithful readers;
Sorry for the lateness, but life caught up with me and my beta.
Writing this chapter was so much fun, and I hope you like reading it as much as I did writing it.
It does not have any heavy plot, but after the heaviness of Ginny, I felt we all needed some light-heartedness.
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