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Delayed Inheritance	By : BooBack Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 11952 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Triple Bond
Harry was shoved down onto a sofa and Malfoy moved away from him. Once the overwhelming scent of cinnamon was no longer filling his nostrils, Harry felt like his head became less clouded and he looked around himself. He was sitting on a large sofa and there was an identical one across from him with a dark wood coffee table in the middle. To the left of him was large fireplace with a crackling fire warming the room, which was filled from ceiling to floor with books.
Malfoy’s long fingers were running over a few of the books on a particular shelf when he grabbed one out. Holding it in his other arm, he continued perusing. Harry shook his head. ‘Sorry, but did you say that I’m a Veela?’ he asked him.
Malfoy turned to him with a half-smile on his face. ‘Yes,’ he said.
‘But how do you know? You didn’t even see—’
‘Because you were giving off very strong pheromones,’ he said. ‘And I also happen to know a bit about them.’
‘But I’m not—Fleur is a Veela, I’m not like that, am I?’ he asked and Malfoy finally came over and sat down across from him on the sofa, depositing three books onto the table between them. Harry got another whiff of cinnamon and sat back, trying not to breathe it in.
‘Fleur is a quarter Veela,’ Malfoy said. ‘And she’s also a witch. Male Veela are different. Although, as always, you seem to have fucked it up somehow.’
Harry gave an angry sigh. ‘What do you mean?’
Malfoy’s lips lifted into a grin and Harry almost groaned as his pink tongue came out from his mouth to wet those lips. Harry closed his eyes for a few moments. Why was he having thoughts like this about Malfoy? And why did he have to smell so fucking good? ‘Male Veela usually come into their inheritance on their 18^th birthday. I’m guessing today is your 23^rd birthday?’ Harry nodded. ‘So, you’ve already fucked that up by transforming five years too late. And second, you seem to think that snogging Hermione is a good idea.’
Harry groaned. ‘I couldn’t help myself,’ he said. ‘She just smelled—’
‘Incredible?’ Malfoy asked and Harry nodded again.
‘Like I’d die if I didn’t taste her,’ he said and Malfoy’s eyebrows knitted.
‘I just don’t understand it. She’s supposed to be mine,’ he said.
Harry growled. ‘Look, it’s not like I wanted to suddenly fancy my best friend!’ he said. ‘My married best friend at that. It’s not like I wanted to wake up this morning looking like this,’ he said, pulling his t-shirt off his head in anger. He turned around. ‘With fucking wings!’ He spread the wings out to their full size and then gave a sigh at the feeling of them not being compressed any more. He looked back at Malfoy, whose eyes had gone a dark shade of grey. ‘You couldn’t possibly know what this is like.’
Malfoy stood as well, squaring up to him, and Harry threw his wings up higher to appear taller than the other wizard, though he was several inches shorter. ‘Actually, I do,’ Malfoy said, his voice softer than Harry thought it would be.
‘What?’ Harry asked.
Malfoy pulled his own t-shirt over his head, and two bright white wings, with golden feathers dotted here and there across them, spread out from his back and Malfoy looked at him with a raised eyebrow. ‘Imagine my surprise on my 18^th birthday,’ he said.
Harry’s eyes roved over the feathered appendages, which were slightly smaller, but more full than his own, and then to the very sexy half-naked body that they were attached to. Malfoy’s chest and stomach were just as hard as Harry’s new body, and he gave a shiver as his felt his cock harden at the sight. Fuck, he had never felt this way about another wizard before, but Malfoy was fucking gorgeous.
‘You were saying?’ Malfoy asked in a sarcastic tone.
‘But—how?’ Harry asked, then gave him a sharp look. ‘Does Hermione know?’
Malfoy actually snorted at this. ‘Because I can hide these from her?’ he said, then lowered his voice. ‘Hermione is my mate.’
‘Mate?’ Harry asked but that word that kept rolling itself in his mind popped up again: Mine.
‘Male Veela have a mate, someone who they are pre-destined to be with. It’s always someone that they’ve met, that their Veela thinks is the most suitable to make them happy and to procreate.’
‘Their Veela?’ Harry asked at the funny wording.
‘Sometimes it’s not always us in charge,’ Draco said. ‘The Veela is very instinctual and animal,’ he said. ‘You saw it with the female ones at the World Cup, when a Veela gets angry, jealous, or threatened—let’s just say instinct takes over.’
Harry frowned. ‘So, this morning?’ he asked.
Malfoy shook his head. ‘No,’ he said. ‘That was scents. You give off very strong pheromones, it’s something that you need to learn to control. It basically drugs anyone that smells them into doing what you want them to do. But it’s very dangerous to use it on your mate, especially to bond.’
Harry frowned again. ‘Malfoy, you need to stop trying to confuse me on purpose, it’s getting annoying. What is bonding?’
Draco sat down on the sofa across from Harry, not bothering to put his shirt back on, which made Harry a bit uncomfortable as he was very distracted by the expanse of pale skin, but he could also understand that Malfoy would also like to stretch his wings, as Harry now knew how nice it was to be able to do that. ‘When a Veela finds his mate, he initiates a bond—again, it’s very instinctual. When it happens, you just kind of know what to do. But once you initiate the bond, the mate needs to complete it, and this needs to be done completely under their own free will. Do you understand?’
Harry shook his head, not quite getting what he was saying.
‘If you use pheromones to initiate the bond, it’s very unlikely that your mate will trust you enough to complete the bond, or at least it would take quite some time for them to feel that way. The longer the mate takes to complete the bond, the more jealous and angry the Veela gets, and being mid-bond is already hard enough because the Veela will get jealous if their mate smells like anyone else.’
‘And what if the mate refuses,’ Harry asked and Draco winced visibly.
‘You die,’ he said flatly.
‘Sorry?’ Harry asked, his heart fluttering angrily in his chest.
‘Veela whose mates reject them will die of a broken heart. They have one pre-destined mate, so it’s imperative that it’s gone about in the correct way.’
Harry stared off for a few moments, trying to get his head around all of this information. ‘So why do I want to keep kissing Hermione if she’s your mate?’ he asked.
Malfoy shrugged. ‘I’m hoping there’s something in these books. She’s definitely my mate. We’ve bonded. She’s accepted me. I don’t understand why she's affecting you.’
Harry moved forward and grabbed one of the books, trying to hold his breath so that he wouldn’t get another whiff of Malfoy’s wonderful smell. He opened it and tried to find any information on what was happening to him.
They read for almost an hour in silence when Malfoy gave a little shout. ‘Here!’ he said. ‘A Veela may not change on their 18^th birthday if they have been subjected to significant trauma. Have you had any of that, Potter?’ he asked brightly.
Harry raised a single dark eyebrow in disdain, leaving a pregnant pause before saying, ‘Are you fucking kidding me?’
The blonde gave a nervous laugh and then came over and sat down next to Harry, showing him the passage in the book and reading aloud:
Significant trauma may cause a delay in the transformation of a Veela. Until the Veela feels that the Wizard is ready to process the transformation, it may be delayed for any number of years. This is very uncommon and also carries with it the possibility that their mate will either be much more difficult to find, or will have fought their instinct to remain pure for their Veela, meaning procreation with another Wizard could have already taken place. This would spell a death sentence for the Veela.
Harry’s mouth was open in shock. ‘Cheers for that,’ he said sarcastically. ‘So, if my mate is out there, but has already shacked up with some other guy, I’ll die.’
Malfoy frowned. ‘That’s basically the gist of it. Still nothing about someone being a mate to two Veelas though,’ he said. Harry realised that Malfoy was now sitting very close to him, their wings were touching and their skin was within a hair’s breadth. The sweet cinnamon smell—reminding him so much of Christmas day—was invading his senses again.
‘And why do you think Hermione might be my mate?’ Harry asked, trying to ignore the smell.
‘Veela’s find their mate by scent,’ Malfoy said distractedly, still looking at the book. ‘Hermione said you had told her that she smelled really good.’ He looked up at Harry and there was a wicked glint in his deep grey eyes as he smirked. ‘And there was that whole business of you having your tongue down her throat.’
Looking into those eyes, which seemed infinite, all of Harry’s thoughts of whatever they had been talking about suddenly left his mind and his only thought was how badly he wanted to kiss that smirk off the blonde’s face and stick his tongue into his mouth. His nose filled with that spicy smell that was so like Malfoy’s personality and he moved forward towards him, placing a hand on his thigh.
‘What’s going on, Potter?’ Malfoy asked as Harry moved slightly over him on the sofa and then Harry saw those eyes go dark like stone, like Hermione’s had earlier, like he was drunk with lust, and Harry felt powerful.
‘I need to touch you,’ Harry said, voicing his thoughts as he ran his hand down the man’s naked chest, groaning at the feeling of it and his heart skipping a beat as he felt Malfoy tense under his touch.
Malfoy let out a shaky breath as Harry’s hands explored his chest and his stomach. Harry repositioned himself quickly to straddle the blonde’s legs as he continued his investigation, his hands moving over the muscular shoulders to stroke the beautiful white and gold wings. Harry moaned out loud at the softness of them. The thought of how good they would feel wrapped around their bodies as they made love filled Harry’s mind, and he was surprised at how natural that thought felt.
He looked into the dark grey eyes as he pressed his naked torso against the man before him and they both groaned. He needed him. Needed to show him that he was—
‘Mine,’ Harry groaned and then his tongue finally tasted those pouty pink lips and he felt his senses overload with the smell and the taste. He kissed the blond Veela with passion, pushing his tongue inside his mouth and he shuddered when he heard a whimper escape Malfoy’s throat. ‘You taste so good.’
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Hermione arrived at the Department for Magical Law Enforcement and knocked on the door of the Deputy Minister. Liz had been promoted recently into the position.
‘Come in,’ the voice said from within.
Hermione opened the door and let herself into the office. ‘Hiya, Liz,’ she said. ‘Can I speak to you for a moment?’
‘Of course,’ Liz said. ‘Have a seat.’
Hermione sat down and then furrowed her brow, trying to figure out how to word this. ‘Erm, so I have this friend that came to see me this morning,’ she said. ‘And he’s er, alright he’s just found out he’s a Veela.’
Liz’s eyebrows raised. ‘You’ll have to make sure he’s registered,’ Liz said and Hermione shook her head at that.
‘I know,’ she said, ‘But…it’s bigger than that.’
‘Alright,’ Liz said apprehensively.
‘Well,’ Hermione said. ‘First of all, he’s not eighteen. Have you heard of any Male Veela not coming into their inheritance until after their eighteenth birthday?’
Liz frowned and shook her head. ‘No,’ she said. ‘It’s always on their eighteenth, at least every one that I registered when I was Minister.’
Hermione twisted her lip in annoyance. ‘I don’t understand it. And then there’s the fact that…well, he seems to think that—that I am his mate.’ She said the last word very quietly.
Liz frowned again. ‘But you’re already a mate of a Veela.’
Hermione nodded. ‘Yes, I know,’ she said. ‘But when he came over this morning, he said that I smelled really good and then he started licking me and kissed me and I—I couldn’t stop him. It felt—gods, it felt like it does with Draco.’
Liz tapped her chin for a moment and said, ‘Well, it doesn’t happen very often at all, but there’s a possibility of a triple bond.’
Hermione’s eyebrows shot up. ‘A what?’ she asked.
Liz leaned in closer. ‘Sometimes, when the bonding couple just aren’t—strong enough,’ she said, grimacing at the hurt on Hermione’s face. ‘Another Veela can join them and initiate a triple bond. I’ve only seen it once before and it made their bond stronger than ever.’
Hermione shook her head. ‘But—but there’s nothing wrong with me and Draco,’ she said.
Liz frowned. ‘It could be for any reason,’ she said. ‘Or it could not be that at all. But it has happened before.’
‘But if it was a triple bond,’ Hermione started. ‘That would suggest that—that he would want to bond with both—’ she stopped.
‘With both of you, yes,’ Liz said and Hermione’s eyes widened. ‘What is it, Hermione?’
‘I’ve left them alone,’ she said, panic in her voice. ‘And Draco doesn’t know!’
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Draco moaned loudly as Potter sucked a very sensitive part of his neck and he gripped the brunet’s hips tighter and pulled him closer, feeling their hard cocks make contact through their trousers.
It felt so good, but it wasn’t enough. He dropped one of his hands down and undid the button on Potter’s Muggle jeans and then slid the zipper down, groaning at the sound, knowing he was about to reveal the cock underneath it to his view. He looked up and met Potter’s eyes. Fuck, since when were they so fucking green?
Fingers were tangling through Draco’s hair and more were sliding across his shoulder, caressing his wings again and his hips thrust up instinctually at the sensations tingling through him. At first, he wasn’t sure what was happening when Potter had started looking him over like he was an extra special treat, but now it felt like he needed the other wizard, like he would wither without his touch.
His hand thrust down into the jeans and he panted heavily at the thick cock in his hand. ‘Fuck,’ he groaned and Potter looked down at his hand, thrusting forward into it. Then he stood quickly and shimmied the jeans off his hips and looked down at his cock and then Draco with a raised eyebrow.
‘That’s bigger than it was yesterday,’ he said with a slight laugh.
‘And you just noticed?’ Draco asked, reaching out to try to get ahold of it again. ‘Didn’t you use it this morning?’
Potter gave him a sour look. ‘Yes, but it wasn’t exactly hard then, was it?’
Draco grinned. ‘It’s part of the Veela nature,’ he said. ‘It’s supposed to er, help with reproduction.’
The Gryffindor nodded and then brought his body and his lips back onto Draco’s and they both moaned at the feeling. ‘You’re so sexy,’ Potter said, warm against his lips. ‘I could kiss you all day.’
Draco whimpered. ‘Please take my trousers off,’ he pleaded, slowly stroking the other wizard’s cock. Said wizard grinned and brought his hands to the buttons of Draco’s wizarding trousers and flicked them open one by one while staring into Draco’s eyes. The eyes were an inky green, dark and hypnotising. Then a hand grabbed his cock and squeezed. ‘Ughn.’
Draco felt himself being pushed to the side until he was on his back on the sofa. He balanced himself with his wings before Potter joined him, his own large and smooth golden brown wings spreading out and over them. Draco kicked off his trousers and socks and then let out another obscene sound as he felt that hard body against his again. The brunet was licking his neck and grinding his cock hard against Draco’s. His lips slowly kissing and licking down his neck until they found a spot that made Draco’s hips thrust up in delight.
‘What’s that?’ his dark voice whispered against Draco’s ear. ‘Those marks?’
Draco whimpered. ‘My bonding mark from Hermione.’
Potter licked it again and Draco groaned loudly. ‘It’s very sensitive,’ he chuckled.
‘Stop doing that, or you’re going to make me come,’ Draco said.
He licked over the four puncture marks again, slowly and deliberately, and Draco’s body was so taut it could fire an arrow, pushing his cock hard against Potter’s, who was still grinding down against him.
‘Next time you’re under me,’ Potter said lowly, moving to the other side of his neck. ‘I’m going to make my mark here.’ He licked a spot on his other clavicle. ‘I’m too close just now,’ he said, panting slightly, thrusting his hips against Draco’s. ‘To take you properly.’ Draco groaned, not sure why he was feeling so upset that Potter was not going to fuck him, but also knowing that he was very close to his own climax as they ground their lower bodies together. Potter seemed to sense his disappointment. ‘Don’t worry, love,’ he said, and Draco felt himself preen at the word. ‘It’ll happen soon. I’ll be sure to fill your arse with my cock, with my seed, make my mark, make you mine. You and Hermione, you’re both mine.’
With a particularly hard thrust, two cocks emptied their release between two sweaty bodies. Draco pushed his head back and Harry dropped his into the exposed flesh, licking the sweat from his neck and shoulder. Their hips slowly stopped moving and they both collapsed, exhausted and sated—for now. Warmed by the heat of the fireplace, Draco yawned and wrapped his wings around the man lying atop him and smiled a contented smile as he drifted off to sleep.
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