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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13952 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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Music swallowed the room whole, blaring from every fissure and filling every space. Alcohol fuelled bodies undulated on the dance floor, writhing against each other in the dark. There was a line of people at the bar, holding out notes and waiting impatiently to be served by the few bar staff on duty, their hips still moving in time with the music as if they didn't want to let it go. Harry was slumped in one of the booths, his fourth or fifth tequila shot resting on the table next to his plastic bottle of Corona. He was pissed, had been since his second glass of wine back at the restaurant, which was so posh he was surprised that the waiters hadn’t cut up his food for him, and now as he sat in the heat of packed bodies, sweat beaded his forehead and his head was spinning and on top of it all the leather covering his arse squeaked against the pleather of the booth every time he moved.

“You alright?” Blaise asked from the seat across from him, seemingly only tipsy even though he had drunk more than Harry. He was wearing a white shirt made of satin that was open to his pecs and lit up luminously in the strobe lights and dark blue jeans so tight it was as if they were painted on. He raised his drink to his lips and swallowed a mouthful before raising an eyebrow at Harry.

“M’fine.” Harry muttered, watching the dancing muggles. He was shocked that Blaise had brought him to a muggle club, but as soon as the alcohol had seeped into his bloodstream he lost the capability to care. It seemed that the intoxication had led to his magic having a mind of its own. He could feel his body exuding the power it held, searching for more, and finding Blaise’s magic so close. Their separate strains nudging each other, stroking each other. It was a high that he wouldn’t forget any time soon. He was so aware of his friend and knew that Blaise was just as aware of him; pushing his magic a little more, he saw the shudder that wracked Blaise’s body and chuckled.

“Stop that.” The other boy demanded, “It’ll just cause trouble.”

Harry grabbed at the shot on the table and downed it, gasping as it slid down his throat. His vision went blurry for a second before evening out. “Les dance” The younger boy slurred, pushing himself up. He wobbled, catching himself by spanning a hand on the table and when he felt stable enough he set off, ignoring Blaise’s muttered curse.

Squeezing through the crowd, Harry was acutely aware of the people surrounding him. They pushed up against his body and wiggled. Some girl threw her arms around his neck and pressed her front to his, circling her hips while another one melded to his back, her hands rubbing against his leather clad thighs. Knowing he couldn’t just swat them away, Harry did his best to detangle himself from the two girls, but it didn't work. They were like leeches that had attached themselves to his skin and he didn't have a lighter to burn their arses off of him.

“Excuse me ladies, he’s mine.” Blaise appeared from nowhere and tried to peel the girls off of him. Harry pressed his hands against the shoulders of the one in front and pushed gently, even in his inebriated state, he behaved as gentlemanly as he could. The girl batted rather long and rather fake eyelashes in his direction, obviously having not heard or paid attention to Blaise, she lent in for a kiss.

What she met was Blaise’s hand and he used it to push her face away before popping her on the arse and sending her off in a different direction. Harry blinked, wondering how that worked. The girl that was behind him had disappeared and he was free again. Closing his eyes, he let the music flow through him and started moving his body. He had never been much of a dancer before but with his inhibitions well and truly released, Harry decided that he needed to move his body.

His hips rolled and his arms slid up his body, feeling the soft, cool silk of the red shirt Blaise had made him wear. He tipped his head back, exposing the column of his throat, closing his eyes to the roaming multicoloured lights. Another body pressed up against his, hands gripping his hips, a crotch ground against his own and he knew his new dance partner was a man. The magical signature that was harassing his own told him it was Blaise. A mouth settled on his throat, lips pressing against his heated skin.

He didn't push Blaise away, instead he let the boy dance against him and let himself dance back. In his mind, Blaise hands got larger, his body a little wider and taller and his scent changed from some expensive cologne to old books and leather. Harry groaned and thrust his hips against Blaise’s. The mouth at his neck parted and teeth nipped his skin, his body shuddered and he dropped his head into the crook of Blaise’s neck. Hand’s moved from his hips to his arse, groping him and he realised suddenly that this wasn’t the person he wanted it to be.

Pulling away, his eyes met Blaise’s and the fire in them sent sobering shivers through his body. “I need a drink.” He gasped, pushing his way through the crowd and to the bar. He shouldn’t drink more, he knew that, but it didn't stop him from ordering two more shots and another beer. He downed the shots in quick succession and gulped thirstily at his beer.

“Wanna go home?” Blaise asked as he sidled up to Harry’s side.

The saviour shook his head, resting his forearms on the bar. “No...jusss need drink and then more dancing.” He said, his words slurring heavily. “Why you not drunk?”

“I am.” Blaise smirked, “I can just handle it better.” He leant towards Harry, “more experienced.” He teased.

Harry pouted, “Whatevah! You want some?” he tilted the neck of his beer towards the other boy.

Blaise took the bottle, downed a mouthful and handed it back, “Come on big boy, let’s get to dancing before you can’t stand anymore.”

Stumbling, Harry followed Blaise to the dance floor, dodging hands and smiling widely at people who looked at him, even if it was only for a second. By the time he reached the hard, lacquered floor, he had finished his beer and left the bottle on a table some way back. Blaise had grabbed his hand and was leading him so that he didn't wander off, which was what he had done a minute ago when he saw something that caught his eye.

“Harry.” Blaise chastised when he tried to head off again, “Get over here.” he growled , yanking Harry towards him, “I want you...to dance with me.”

So he did.

ooOOoOOoOOoo

Remus sighed, for seemed like the hundredth time, and rolled over onto his back. Staring up at the ceiling, he wondered what the time was, shifting to cast a quick look at the clock on the wall he flopped back down and thought, three-thirty in the morning...fucking hell. He sighed again and shifted to turn onto his side. He hadn’t had a wink of sleep at all and it was catching up with him, but there was no way he would be sleeping until he knew Harry was home and safe. That bloody Blaise, the boy was nice but he was leading Harry astray.

“He’ll be home soon.” Sirius spoke from beside him in the dark, his voice clear. He hadn’t slept either, but that was most likely due to the fact that Remus’ fidgeting and huffing hadn’t allowed him the chance.

“I can’t believe he’s out still.” Remus growled, “what if he’s hurt?”

“He’s not hurt, Remy...he’s enjoying himself. Unfortunately that’s what eighteen year olds do.”

“Well he shouldn’t be doing it without us...especially not dressed like that.” They both groaned at the memory of their little mate dressed in that red silk shirt and those tight leather trousers, the dragon hide boots had topped it all off. He’d have to keep those for another time because there was no way that he wouldn’t be wearing them again.

He could imagine just how many people would be all over his Harry while he was out there. With those innocent, luminous green eyes and that sinful body, everyone would want a piece of him. Just thinking about it pissed Remus off. He wanted to be out there, watching Harry and making sure he was okay and tearing apart anyone who dared to touch him. Especially that Blaise. He had wished that the boy hadn’t turned up when he did, he had wanted to spend a little more time around Harry, sitting with him in the living room and just watching the light from the fire flicker across his face. Instead he had had to sit by himself until Sirius had turned up.

“He looked soooo fucking good.” Sirius moaned and Remus felt him shifting on the mattress, “I wonder what he’s going to look like at our bonding.”

“Getting a bit ahead of yourself there.” Remus muttered grumpily.

“Am not.” Sirius huffed, “Its only a matter of time.”

“Do you think that if Harry starts thinking he might be gay, that he would go to someone else before us?”

There were a few moments of silence as Sirius tried to think of what to say. Remus knew that he would have no idea but he wanted some reassurance. Harry thought he was straight so if he suddenly started feeling things for them, then would he go to Blaise to help him figure it out. Everyone knew that Blaise wouldn’t deny him, and no one could blame him either.

“I wish I knew babe. I hope that he would come to us, but if I was in his position and started feeling something for two men who happened to be my father’s best mates, I’d probably try and pass it off as a phase and find something to take my mind off of it.”

Remus sighed again, “That wasn’t what I wanted to hear.”

“I know, but I can’t lie to you.” The distant sound of the front door slamming made them both jump and Remus propped himself up on his elbows, staring through the dark and focussing on the door. Should he go out there? Should he help Harry up the stairs? Sirius’ hand settled on his arm, his fingers digging in slightly. “We’ll see him in the morning.”

They could hear talking, a steady grumble of words. Remus wondered whether Harry had brought someone home with him and his gut clenched painfully. There was a lot of thudding going on, as if someone was pinballing off of the walls. Harry must have been making his way up the last leg of stairs when Remus managed to make out some words.

“Up stairs...up the stairs...nah na... bed time.” The words were accompanied by some more out of tune singing and then a loud thump, “Fuck...ouch. Stupid stair, stupid knee.”

Remus realised all the talking had just been Harry having a conversation with himself and sighed happily. It was pretty cute, a drunken Harry’s voice was soft and slurred and now Remus wanted to go out just to see what the boy looked like falling up the stairs. There was more mumbling and then silence; Remus cocked his head, waiting.

“What is he doing?” Sirius whispered and his husband shrugged even though he knew Sirius couldn’t see it.

“Which door...which door?” Harry’s voice came again, “Ennie meenie miney...ah fuck it.”

Remus held his breath, listening to Harry heading their way and then their door handle was wiggling and the door was opening and Harry was stumbling into their room. Sirius leant over and switched on the bedside lamp, giving them enough light to see. Harry stilled and stared at them; his shirt was unbuttoned most of the way, one side falling off his shoulder and his hair was sticking up all over the place, his chest glistening with sweat. Confusion was thick in his expression and he threw a look over his shoulder at door number two.

“Harry...you okay?” Sirius asked, sitting up.

“Whoops.” Harry whispered, his face softened as he looked at them, “Wrong bedroom.” He tried to twist himself around but must have got his feet caught up and ended up crashing to the floor. A painful groan went up from out of the other males’ view.

Sirius jumped up out of bed, while Remus turned on his own bedside light and sat up, wincing as the brightness stung his eyes. His husband was crouching beside their boy in just his boxer-briefs, his hands checking Harry, making sure he was okay.

“Oh, come on you...up you get.” He helped Harry to stand. The youngest wizard rubbed the back of his head, pouting deliciously. Remus would have gotten up himself, only he was starkers underneath the covers and he doubted Harry would appreciate that, even in his drunken state.

“S-sorry.” Harry muttered, he wobbled threateningly as Sirius set him on his feet, “Bed?” he looked at the man holding him up and Remus could tell his gaze would be hazy with intoxication. Nimble fingers went for the last fastened button of his shirt and struggled for a while.

“Shit.” Sirius muttered and looked over at Remus who shrugged, he had no idea what to do in this situation either.

Harry growled at the button that wasn’t doing what he wanted it to do and held it out. “Do it for me?” he asked, “Pleashe.”

Sirius swallowed thickly, “Yeah, babe.” He said, making Harry giggle. The animagus reached out and popped the last button. Harry practically tore the shirt off, letting it fall to the ground and leaving his torso naked. A lustful growl escaped Remus’ lips as he looked at that body. So delicious, he thought, merlin I want him. Harry’s chest was lean, his stomach grooved with his muscle tone, his skin held a golden hue and his small nipples were a dusty pink, pebbled in the chill. The boy looked over at him and a smile split his face, he bowled over towards the werewolf, tripping once but catching himself.

“Remy.” He sighed happily as he jumped on the bed and lunged for the older man.

Remus caught Harry in his arms, gritting his teeth as the boy straddled him and hugged him tightly. Their bare chests pressed up against each other and the feel of all that smooth, supple flesh against his own made him harden painfully. He tried to shift his hips to keep Harry from sitting on the evidence of how much he liked this, but the boy was plastered firmly against him and it was difficult.

“I miss you Remy.” Harry sighed wistfully. “Why don’t you like me?”

“I do like you.” Remus managed to get out, “You mean the world to me.” He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Harry smelt of sweat and alcohol and a mixture of perfumes and colognes but underneath it all there was still Harry’s own unique smell that was like sunshine to Remus.

“Luff you Remy.” Harry mumbled, fatigue seeping into his voice, “So warm.” He nuzzled his head into Remus’ neck and the man flashed a desperate look over to where Sirius was standing at the footboard, watching with half-mast eyes.

“Right you.” Sirius clapped his hands together, making Harry jump. The man crawled across his side of the bed and gently grabbed Harry’s arm, pulling the boy towards him. Harry flipped over onto his back beside Remus and snuggled down, his eyes closed. “Trousers off.” Sirius added loudly and Harry blinked at him blankly. “I’ll do that too shall I?”

“Yeah.” The younger wizard nodded, thrusting his hips into the air.

“Fucking hell.” Sirius spat, his fingers going for the waistband of those leather trousers, “You look so sexy.” He purred. Harry’s eyes widened and he chuckled again, a hand lifting to run through his hair.

“Sirius!” Remus said, his tone suggesting that it was a warning. Both the other males looked up at him innocently.

“He won’t remember.” Sirius waved away Remus’ concern. “Not with how pissed he is.” He snapped the popper that fastened Harry’s trousers and slowly pulled down the zip. Remus’ molars ground together as he fought to keep himself in check.

“Will too!” Harry yipped as he lifted his hips up. Sirius took his time sliding the leather down Harry’s legs, his eyes fixing on the tight navy boxer-briefs that Harry was wearing, just as Remus’ were.

“Nah you won’t.” Sirius licked his lips. He chucked the forgotten trousers across the room. His eyes not leaving Harry’s body, he stroked the boy’s thigh. Remus growled, this time it was a warning for Sirius to seriously consider backing the hell off.

“Remy, come on, I’m not doing anything.” he said, putting his hands up.

“You’ve done enough. He’s drunk, leave him alone.”

“You got your touching, I just wanted a little.” The older man huffed, making Remus rolled his eyes.

“Stop being childish.” He muttered, “Let’s get him to bed.”

They both looked towards Harry, only to find him snuggled on his side, his eyes closed and his breath falling from his lips in even puffs. He was fast asleep and looking quite comfortable. Remus closed his eyes and let out a long, discontented sigh; both of his males were obviously content with driving him wild.

“He’s comfortable.” Sirius shrugged, “There is no harm in having him stay here. You will probably want to put some underwear on though, he might not want to wake up with your hard-on lodged between his thighs.” The thought of it was amusing Sirius though and the man smirked.

“Merlin, Sirius, you are annoying sometimes.” Remus snapped as he stepped out of bed, yanked a pair of boxers out of his draws and yanked them up his legs. Sirius had settled under the covers on his side and had managed to pull most of Harry under them too, Remus helped him get the boy beneath the sheets and got back in.

“Only because I make you do the things you tell yourself you shouldn’t, even when you really want to.” The man scoffed, “No harm in that.”

“Not yet, let’s just wait until he wakes up.”

They turned the lights off and settled down. Remus could feel the heat coming from Harry’s body and had to clench his eyes shut to stop himself from rolling over and pulling the boy towards him, keeping him enclosed in his arms for the night.

“At least we know where he is now.” Sirius muttered sleepily, there was some shuffling and he knew that Sirius was doing exactly what he wanted to be doing, especially went he let out a soft moan. “Merlin.”

Forcing himself to calm down, Remus relaxed his body as much as he could and tried his best to let sleep overtake him. What with having stayed up late, it didn’t take too long before he was fast asleep.

ooOOoOOoOOoo

He was so warm, so snug and comfortable that he didn't want to open his eyes and wake up. Harry had thirty seconds of pure heaven before he registered the pounding in his head. It was like someone was taking a sledgehammer to his skull and having a party. Thump, thump, thump, thump. Pain that made him clench his eyes and pray for it all to end for just long enough for him to grab a hangover potion. He groaned, his throat screaming out for some water. He had realised, at some point during his assessment of his condition, that he wasn’t alone. In fact he was pretty much sandwiched between two bodies; one spooning him from behind, shoving a leg between his thighs and holding him secure with an arm that had slipped over his waist and pressed against his chest. He was nuzzled into someone else’s chest, his arm thrown over them, so that he was hugging the person to him.

Harry realised that this situation he found himself in was what was making him so comfortable. He wondered who Blaise had brought home with them last night, but he could tell that whoever it was, they were definitely male. He wondered why he wasn’t more bothered at waking up, hungover to hell and squished between two hard male bodies. He wanted to open his eyes and see just who was in bed with him but soon realised that it would require more effort that he had available at that moment. Silently chastising himself for getting so drunk that his brain had lost its ability to remember anything past the first hour in the club, he let himself fall back to sleep. Just for a moment.

When he woke the second time, the person who had been plastered to his front was gone, yet he was still in the grasp of the guy behind him. Managing to roll himself over, not without pain flaring all over his body, Harry slowly blinked his eyes open, finding himself surprised to see that it wasn’t Blaise spooning him. Remus was still fast asleep, his eyes closed and his lips parted ever so slightly. His breath was falling quietly from between them, tickling Harry’s face. He found that he liked looking at Remus while he slept. There was no conflict on his face. No unhappiness.

The thought that being in bed with Remus snuggling him wasn’t normal only came to Harry once the banging inside his skull forced him to start thinking again. He frowned, propping himself up on his elbows. It was still quite dark in the room, light peaked through the gap in the curtains but that was it. Harry looked down at himself, noticing the purple bedcover that had slipped down to his waist, from the way the sheet was thrown back in the space beside him, he gathered that Sirius had been the other person in the bed.

He tried to remember what had happened in order for him to wake up in their bed with only his boxer-briefs keeping him modest, but was interrupted before he made any progress by Sirius bustling in with a tray of food, three glasses of orange juice and a small vial which Harry knew was his much needed hangover potion.

“Morning.” Sirius whispered, grinning widely. He walked over to his side of the bed and set the tray down, handing Harry the glass vial filled with a light blue liquid.

Downing it, Harry sighed in relief when his headache dissipated and he could sit up properly without feeling as though he was about to self combust. Remus whined pitifully in his sleep and reached out to him, relaxing again when his hand touched Harry’s thigh. The young wizard raised an eyebrow at that and turned to Sirius.

“Does he normally do that?” He asked.

“Oh yeah.” Sirius said, waving a nonchalant hand, “All the time.”

“Okay then.” Harry grabbed a glass of orange juice and took a long swallow, sighing in relief when the liquid quenched his thirst and started him on his way to rehydration. “Shouldn’t we wake him?”

“Yeah, just do it gently.”

Harry hadn’t meant that he should be the one to do it but Sirius wasn’t paying attention now, instead he was straightening the bed spread and sitting down while munching on a slice of toast. The toast was probably the only thing that Sirius made, there were croissants and pain au chocolat but they were obviously shop bought. Turning towards the last sleeping man, Harry reached out and touched his shoulder, shaking him gently.

“Remus, wake up.”

Nothing happened. Sirius scoffed and nudged Harry with his shoulder, “Remus doesn’t sleep that good normally, you’ll have to get closer.”

Shifting, Harry shook Remus a little harder this time, “Reeeeemusssss!” he called. The man jerked and without even opening his eyes he groaned and his arms shot out, gripped Harry’s arm and yanked the boy against him. Harry yelped as he was pulled down into the werewolf arms and nuzzled like he was Remus’ favourite teddy bear. “REMUS!” he yelled.

A gasp rang loud in his ear and Remus was away from him in a shot, sitting upright in the bed and staring at Harry wide-eyed. He cleared his throat and ran a hand through his hair, “Sorry.” He said.

“Its okay.” Harry shrugged, he couldn’t look away from the man beside him. Not when he was still sleepy eyed and groggy and his hair was all over the place, his chest heaving slightly. Remus without a top on was not what Harry had expected at all, when he had first seen how toned the man was he had struggled to keep his jaw from dropping. And that fine covering of fair, downy hair...

Harry jerked his head away and wondered what the fuck was up with him. How the hell could he even think about that...and about Remus. Swallowing thickly, he reached over for a croissant, only to have Sirius pass him one, the man’s other hand resting on Harry’s bare back. Shoving the pastry into his mouth, he didn't meet either of their eyes.

“How are you feeling?” Remus asked a moment later, his voice husky.

Harry swallowed his mouthful, “Fine now I’ve taken a hangover potion. I don’t quite remember how I ended up here.” he looked pointedly at the bed, “Or even how I got home. Sorry though...I didn't mean to get that drunk.”

“No prob, babe. It was rather amusing to see you drop to the floor.” Sirius winked at him, chuckling.

“Oh merlin.” Harry winced, “And how did I lose my clothes?”

“That would be Sirius’ doing.” Remus deadpanned. Harry past him a pain au chocolat and he bit half of it off in one bite.

The youngest male raised an eyebrow at his godfather, “You stripped me?” he teased, realising it probably wasn’t the best idea when Sirius’ face took on a heated expression, his eyes flashing dangerously.

“I did.” He drawled, “But you wanted me to.” His eyes trailed down Harry’s chest and his tongue peaked out to swipe across his bottom lip. Harry’s heart started thumping painfully behind his ribs, racing a mile a minute. He felt a flash of heat flare in his cheeks and a tingling started up beneath the sheets.

Harry looked away, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. That drink must have really gotten to him...or maybe he was spiked, because there was no way he would have this reaction normally. This was Sirius and Remus for crying out loud, what was his body thinking? What was he thinking?

“Ahh...”

“Ignore him Harry, he can’t help himself.” Remus smiled at him a little and then his eyes moved to Harry’s chest too and the tingling got stronger and turned into a familiar tightening that Harry knew all too well. Oh my god, he thought, holy fucking hell. He was getting hard, his body reacting to the appreciation it was receiving. He raised a knee to tent the bedspread and cover him in case a certain part of his anatomy decided to try for attention.

“Of course I can’t.” Sirius mumbled to himself, but they could all hear it easy enough. “More food you two? I went out especially for these.” He pushed the tray closer and they all ate more. “What are your plans for today?” the animagus asked his godson.

Harry shrugged, “I don’t really have any.”

“Well Remus and I are going to Hogsmeade and you are coming along too.”

“I am?”

“You said you were free, you have no excuse now.” The man shrugged in a tough-luck manner, “Beside I’m sure you mentioned something about needing new clothes, you can get some there.”

“Yeah, sounds good.” Sipping his orange juice, Harry tried to will his body to stop what it was doing and reverse itself, there was no way he could get out of the bed with a semi, not in the briefs he was wearing. It was times like this that he hated the fact that he was still a teenager, what with his body reacting if the wind blew the right way.

“You don’t have to come.” Remus said, as of Harry needed to know that he didn't have to obey Sirius’ wishes.

“Its fine, I want to come.” He regretted the words as soon as they fell from his lips and from the way Remus raised an eyebrow and quirked his lips, it was obvious the man wasn’t missing any underlying connotations. Harry grimaced, what if Remus could tell that he was horny? The man had an exceptionally good nose, what with the werewolf senses.

“And we want you to come Harry. More than anything.” The werewolf grinned, his amber eyes darkening.

Gulping, Harry ate another unnecessary slice of toast and finished his drink. His body had listened to him thankfully and he managed to get up out of the bed without having to waddle out like a twat. He grabbed his discarded trousers and shirt and held them to his stomach. Looking back at the two men who were now sitting in the middle of the bed, watching him.

“I’m going to get ready.” He said and left the room, the door had been left open and it felt weird to be going back into his room, seeing his bed that was still perfectly made and knowing that he had slept in someone else’s bed. Another couples bed. Shaking his head, Harry shut the door behind him and headed straight into the bathroom to relieve his bladder. He took a quick shower, ignoring his body when it decided that it wanted his attention again. He was confused, more so then ever before. Why did his body...urgh, he scrubbed his hands through his hair harder, scraping his scalp almost painfully. He couldn’t think about it anymore, it would just serve to frustrate him. He stood there under the spray for a while, clearing his mind and when he stepped out he decided to forget that it had ever happened. One offs weren’t important.

Dressing in jeans and a grey t-shirt, he pulled on his trainers and grabbed his wallet. He definitely needed a few new pieces of clothing, something that wasn’t denim or cotton would be nice too. After last night he had his eye on a nice silk shirt and a pair of his own dragon hide boots. When he left his room, the door opposite was still open, Sirius was pulling a pair of his leathers up his legs and Remus was buttoning his shirt. They caught him and Sirius grinned.

“All ready?” he asked as he pulled on a plain white t-shirt and then a black cloak that had a silver lion clasping it at the neck. Harry nodded but didn't say anything, he waited quietly for Remus to finish dressing. “We’ve keyed us all into the wards so we’re going to apparate there.” Sirius added.

“Okay.”

“You alright Harry?” Remus asked, cocking his head and staring at him with a little concern. Telling himself to stop acting like an idiot, Harry nodded.

“I’m fine.” He said, forcing a grin.

Sirius frowned and walked up to him, “You sure?” he asked, his arm lifted and his hand settled against the side of Harry’s neck, his thumb stroking the skin. Harry shuddered and he knew that it wasn’t missed by either man.

Holding his breath, Harry nodded once again, “I’m sure.” He jerked his head away from Sirius’ hand, not missing the flash of shock in his godfather’s eyes. “Let’s go.”

They apparated separately to Hogsmeade, all appearing outside of Honeydukes at the same time. Harry looked around, feeling suddenly at home knowing that Hogwarts was close by. He popped into Honeydukes and bought chocolate frog and some ice mice before he let Sirius drag him off to the nearest clothing store with Remus traipsing behind.

“Pick whatever you want.” The oldest male grinned, “I’ll buy it for you.”

“You don’t have to do that.” Harry said as he flicked through a rack of spider silk shirts.

Sirius scoffed and threw a look over his shoulder, “Remus tell him.”

“We’re buying you some clothes, cub.” The werewolf said from behind them. Harry turned to him and narrowed his eyes slightly but the man just smirked, “Deal with it.”

“Yes professor.” Harry muttered sarcastically.

“Kinky.” Sirius chuckled, winking at him, “Naughty boy wants a detention.”

“Sirius shut up.” Remus said, pushing in between the two, so close that his chest was against Harry’s arm. “Here this one will look really nice on you.” He said, grabbing a shirt that was an emerald green.

Harry’s eyes widened a little “Yeah, I like that one.”

“So do I.” Sirius popped his head over Remus’ shoulder and beamed. “You should try it on. Along with these.” He held up some black jeans and Harry took both the items of clothing and draped them over his arm. He found some more stuff with their help too, a couple more shirts and some boots and there was a pair of dragon hide trousers that Harry had never imagined liking but for some reason did.

He was shuffled into the changing rooms and pulled the curtain across while Sirius and Remus waited outside. He was trying on the trousers, made from a Hebridean Black dragon and the emerald shirt that Remus had picked out when Sirius called his name from behind the curtain.

“Yeah?” he answered, as he fastened the silver button on the trousers.

“Remus told me you wanted me to help you work on becoming an animagus.”

Harry stilled, not having expected Sirius to bring it up. “Oh yeah, if you wanted to.”

“Of course I want to Harry, don’t be dense. Ouch, Remus.”

Chuckling to himself, Harry done up the last button of his shirt and yanked back the curtain. “I look forward to it.” he said and then waited but got no reply from either man standing in front of him. “Does it look bad?” he asked, glancing down at himself and frowning.

“Fuck me, Harry...you look hot.” Sirius breathed. Harry’s head shot up and he stared at the man. Sirius’ eyes were on his body and Harry looked away quickly so that he wouldn’t see the thoughts going on in Sirius’ head that were written all over his face. Remus wasn’t looking at his body, he was looking at Harry’s face and the boy’s stomach sunk viciously as if he had just tipped over the edge of a cliff. He knew, somehow, that that was definitely an apt description of what was happening to him; he had been tossed over the edge and now it was up to him to survive. To end up on solid ground without being broken. It was going to be a fight, he knew that, but he was used to fighting.

“So it’s a keeper?” he asked, looking back down at himself and deciding that it was.

“Absolutely.” Remus gave a nod to back Sirius up.

“Right well I’m going to give the rest of these a try.” Harry said as he closed the curtain again, this time even more confused than he had been he had opened it.

They ended up buying him all of it, even though he tried to convince them otherwise. Sirius had threatened to gag him if he kept complaining, so he shut up and thanked them. Taking the bag that they handed to him with his shrunken down clothes inside, they headed out together. It was a much better day today than it had been yesterday but the air was still slightly chilly and Harry found himself wishing he had brought a jacket along with him.

Remus gravitated towards Tomes and Scrolls bookshop and they followed him, watching as he wandered between the shelves of books, his finger trailing along the spines. He picked out two books that he wanted and bought them. They headed into Scrivenshafts to get more parchment and ink before Sirius suggested a visit to Zonko’s.

Harry picked up a heart shaped vial of Cupid Crystals love potion, glaring at it as though it was to blame for the mishap with Ron in 6^th year. He had noticed Sirius slip into the back, behind the beaded curtain, where all the more adult stuff was kept. Joke shops these days had decided that magical sex toys were another niche to fill, mainly after Fred and George had developed a load and sold them out back in WWW. Harry didn't get it himself, there was nothing jokey about the things they sold back there...nothing at all.

“Where is he?” Remus asked, coming to stand next to the younger wizard.

Harry raised an eyebrow, “Through there.” He jerked his head in the direction of the curtain and Remus clicked his tongue.

“Damn dog.” He muttered, making Harry laugh.

“You got that right.”

Sirius came through the strings of beads with a flourish, “Let’s go to WWW, I know the twins have some new toys in and I wanna check them out.”

“Jeez Sirius.” Harry grumbled, Remus set a hand on his shoulder and let into him, whispering in his ear.

“Let’s just go with it. It’s much easier that way.”

“Okay, let’s go.”

They walked outside and apparated to Diagon Alley, appearing right in front of Fred and Georges store. Sirius rubbed his hands together and bounded inside, leaving the other two wizards standing there shaking their heads.

“How do you cope with him?” Harry asked teasingly as they walked inside.

Remus held the door for him, “Oh he has his good points.” He winked, “There is never any boredom in our household.”

“Beg to differ.” Harry joked.

“Oh really?” the werewolf looked Harry up and down, “Well if there is anything we can do to relieve that issue, just let us know.”

Clearing his throat Harry nodded, “I w─”

“Hey baby!” A soft, feminine voice called from beside him. Harry and Remus turned to see Ginny walking towards them and sweat suddenly beaded on the back of Harry’s neck. She was smiling at him and flipping her hair over her shoulders as she bounced over, her arms going around his neck as she planted her mouth on his. Taken aback, he didn't reciprocate the kiss. Ginny pulled back and frowned at him. “What’s up?”

“Nothing.” Harry said, smiling, “Was just surprised.”

“Ah okay.” She kissed him again and he kissed her back but made it quite chaste. His eyes went to Remus and saw the man looking at him. His gut clenched and he felt sudden nauseous. Taking a step back, he sighed. “Do you fancy grabbing a drink?” he asked his girlfriend, trying to prepare himself for what was to come.

“Sure.” She beamed, “Let’s go.”

She hadn’t even acknowledged Remus and that bugged Harry a lot. It was rude and he didn't like that. He told Remus that he would meet them back home and led Ginny to the ice cream parlour, ordering himself and Ginny a cup of pumpkin ice tea and some Lemon ice cream to share. It probably wasn’t the best idea, what with wanting to be able to break up with her.

“What did you get up too yesterday?” she asked him and he wondered whether or not to tell her the truth.

“Oh...Blaise took me out clubbing.” Her face dropped in an instant and he saw the annoyance that flashed in her eyes. She hated Blaise, Harry knew that, because the boy didn't hide the fact that he wanted Harry and she saw him as some kind of completion.

“He did?” she said through gritted teeth, “Did you have fun?”

Harry nodded, “Yeah, it was good. I enjoyed myself.”

“Get drunk?”

“A little.” He shrugged, “Actually a lot.” He wasn’t going to lie. He wasn’t ashamed of enjoying himself with his friend.

“Is that a good idea?” Ginny asked, “Getting too drunk?”

Raising an eyebrow at her, he sighed, “I dunno, I wanted to so I did. Why does it matter?”

“You don’t want to do anything that’ll make you look bad.”

Make her look bad more like. Harry wasn’t stupid, he knew that she liked dating him because of the novelty of it these days and if there was something bad written about him in the press, she’d get the brunt of it from her friends.

This isn’t what it’s supposed to be like, he thought to himself. He wanted someone who wouldn’t care about what other people had to say about him. He knew that he had to end this swiftly, just like ripping off a plaster. It was bound to hurt like hell but at least it was over and done with quickly. There was one thing he needed to know first.

“Why didn't you say hello to Remus?” he asked her, taking a sip of his drink. Ginny had hogged the ice cream, but he figured if it made this better for her then she could keep it.

She tilted her head to the side and sighed as though she had the weight of the world on her shoulders. “I don’t know. I just...we’ve never gotten on that well.”

That was very true, Remus hadn’t really behaved like he was a fan of hers. “But you could have said hello. Its polite.”

“Look Harry, I still find it hard. Remus just reminds me of Greyback. It’s not his fault but he does and I find it difficult to be around him.”

Harry chest constricted, squeezing the air from his lungs in a long whoosh. “He what?” what the hell was she talking about. Remus was nothing, nothing, like that monster.

“What with being a werewolf, I’m still a little wary of them.”

It was as though everything Harry had ignored about her had suddenly rushed to the forefront and he couldn’t think of a single reason to not break up with her. She could be as judgemental about him as she wanted but he wouldn’t stand for her being that way about Remus. To even put the man in the same category as Greyback just because he was a werewolf was unforgivable. Harry stared at her and wondered where the girl he had fallen for was. She wasn’t sitting opposite him anymore. He wasn’t even sure she existed anymore.

“Never compare Remus to Greyback ever again.” He started, his voice stern. “What about Bill? He had werewolf tendencies?”

“He’s not a werewolf though. He doesn’t lose control.” She huffed, believing she wasn’t in the wrong as usual.

Harry shook his head, “Ginny this isn’t working.”

Her eyebrows twitched and she dropped her spoon into the bowl of ice cream. “What do you mean by that?” she snapped, looking around them to make sure no one was listening.

“I mean that we aren’t working. I don’t want to do this anymore.”

“We are working!” her voice hitched, “We’re doing great. What are you saying? You don’t want to be with me?”

He shook his head, “No, I don’t. Not anymore.”

Her bottom lip quivered, “Harry please...I’m sorry. We can sort this out.” She leant forward. “We’re good together.”

“I wish we were Gin. But we’re not, not anymore. I think we’re going to be better off leaving it here.”

She was crying now and he felt a little like an arsehole, but then he remembered what she had said about Remus and how he didn't love her anymore and realised that this was just the hit of pain pulling the plaster off caused. It sucked right at this moment, but soon enough she would forget all about it. Especially when she found someone else to occupy her time, which probably wouldn’t take very long.

“You don’t love me anymore?” she asked, sniffing. He didn't want to make it worse for her, which was why he hadn’t wanted her to ask.

He shook his head slightly, “I’m not in love with you anymore but I will always love you like family. I hope we can still be friends, at some point, when you want to speak to me again of course.”

“It might take some time.” she said sadly.

Harry nodded, “As much as you want.”

Ginny stood up, her cheeks wet and red, “I have to go.” She said before rushing from the shop.

Harry looked around, glad there wasn’t many other people in there but there were two girls sitting on a table across the room, staring at him with wide eyes. He groaned and swallowed the rest of his tea. He hadn’t expected it to go that way. He had thought she may have hit him or something, her temper was usually smouldering and he had to have made her angry. Unless she had expected it was coming or maybe she was just upset about losing the boy-who-lived rather than losing Harry. Letting out a rush of breath, he tried not to dwell on that. Heading out, he gripped his bag tighter and disapparated.

ooOOoOOoOOoo

“She kissed him then.” Sirius sniped from his place in the armchair.

Remus nodded, pushed his glasses up his nose and turned the page of his new book on magical creatures. He had most of them but this one was new out and he was eager to see whether it held more information to add to his already full brain. “She did indeed.” He added, replaying the moment that girls lips pressed against his mate’s. He ground his molars. Things were so much better with her out of the way.

“But he wants us, right?”

“His body does but that doesn’t mean that he does.”

“That’s bullshit. If his body wants us then he must want us.”

“Not true.”

“Well it should be.” Sirius huffed, crossing his arms over his chest. “I’m fed up with waiting, every time I see him I just want to─”

A loud crack filled the room, making them both wince a little. Harry was standing by the fireplace, a stoic look on his face. The two older men could tell that he was unhappy about something and they sat up straighter with questioning expressions.

“What’s wrong?” Sirius asked. Remus could tell he wanted to go over to Harry but was forcing himself to stay seated.

Harry cocked his head, “How do you know something is wrong?”

“Because we know you.” Remus answered, “And we know when something is up.” He didn't like Harry like this, but he had a feeling it would help them somehow for him to see that they could read him more than other people. And they needed all the help they could get.

“I broke up with Ginny.” Harry muttered.

He had to bite down on the inside of his cheeks to stop himself from smiling but he managed to keep from looking jolly. He could tell Sirius was doing the same. “Are you okay?” Remus asked, standing. He didn't move closer, but he wanted to.

Harry nodded, “I’m fine, I’m just going to put my clothes away and then I fancy a nap in front of the fire.”

“Sounds good cub.” Remus smiled tightly.

Sirius nodded, “Might even join you.” He said it in a calm way, almost making the comment sound innocent, but it made Harry scoff and his lips twitched.

“Sure.” He said before heading out of the room and upstairs.

The two bonded male’s looked at each other, their mouths curving slowly into wide smiles. Sirius rushed over and hugged his husband, nuzzling the man’s throat. Remus couldn’t help but return the gesture, feeling suddenly ecstatic, even though they still had a long way to go. Making Harry love them was probably the hardest thing they would ever do, but at least there was nothing else standing in their way.

“Brilliant!” Sirius said as they pulled apart, “The chit is gone and now we can have our boy.”

“We’ve still got work to do.”

“It’ll all be worthwhile, my Wolf.” Sirius grinned, “It’ll all be worthwhile.”
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