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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Shiloe and Sirius stood in the forest, where they were going to meet Remus.
Shiloe was impatient, sniffing the air every few moments.
Sirius finally couldn’t hold back a laugh. “You don’t even know what he smells like, so what’s the point?”
Shiloe glared at him. “Well, I’d assume he’d smell similar to Blaise, but not like one of the usual smells of the forest. Am I wrong?” He snapped.
Sirius shrugged. “Suit yourself, but you’ll probably hear him before you smell him. We’re upwind, remember?”
“Damn. You’re right.” Shiloe realized.
They heard twigs snapping and a mumbled curse before they saw Remus emerge into the clearing, looking a little worn-out, but otherwise unharmed. The flash of blue momentarily blinded Shiloe, who simply hissed in agitation at it.
Remus stopped and scented the air, and his eyes landed on Shiloe. “So it’s true.” He said softly.
Shiloe nodded. “And there’s more to it-“
“You’re my mate.” Remus cut in. “I can tell. But how?” He asked, coming a few steps closer.
“I’m also the mate of another Werewolf. He’s a submissive, and I’ve recently been told that he needs a Dominant around for his own well-being. You were the most likely person to be the other Werewolf anchor, and now I know that you are.” Shiloe explained. “I’m not sure how exactly it all happened this way, but does it really matter? I’m your mate, there’s no changing it. So why worry about hows and whys?”
Remus hung his head. “I’m hardly a good match for you-“
“Stop it!” Shiloe snapped, walking up to Remus. “You’re a perfectly good match, don’t demean yourself! I won’t have it!”
Remus looked taken aback. “I didn’t mean-“
“What you meant doesn’t matter, just don’t say things like that again.” Shiloe told him.
Remus nodded. “I won’t, then. Um, how exactly do we seal the bond?” He asked, blushing.
Shiloe smirked. “Just one kiss is all it takes. Although I won’t turn down more.”
Remus chuckled. “Well, a kiss is easy enough.”
Shiloe closed the remaining distance between them and looked up at Remus expectantly.
Remus slid a hand into his hair and leaned down, kissing Shiloe gently.
Shiloe moaned, leaning against Remus’ chest and inhaling deeply though his nose. He smelled the scent of the Werewolf, new grass and spring rain mixed with a wild, earthy scent he couldn’t identify.
Remus raised his head and smiled. “There.”
“So, do you want to meet Blaise?” Shiloe asked. “I think it would be good for him.”
Remus shrugged. “I suppose so.”
“Oh, before we go in, you need to know that Lucius is an anchor as well. And he’s kind of living with me, for the time being. And he’s also kind of pregnant.” Shiloe explained, flushing.
“Lucius. You mean Malfoy?” Remus asked.
Shiloe bit his lip. “Uh, yeah?”
“Okay.” Remus nodded. “Okay. I’ll be civil. But if he ever hurts you, I reserve the right to bite him for it.” He snarled.
“Unless I wanted it.” Shiloe murmured.
“What?”
“Nothing.” Shiloe said, smirking. “Through here.” He led Sirius and Remus through the Saferoom.
“Hey, Sir.” Shiloe paused to lean down and kiss Lucius, who was nursing a glass of chocolate milk, his latest craving.
“Hi, pet. Black, Lupin.” He nodded to the two men.
“Malfoy.” Sirius and Remus replied in unison.
“We’re going to have Blaise over. Did you want to join us?” Shiloe asked.
Lucius finished his milk and stood. “I suppose I will. I can at least go through Rowena’s library for some new reading material, if nothing else.”
The four of them walked through Helga’s room as Shiloe explained, “These rooms used to belong to the Founders. They’re mine, now, to do as I please with. Dumbledore doesn’t know that Lucius is staying here, so please don’t tell him. You can let him know that you’ll be staying here, if you want, but please don’t tell him in what capacity. Let him think you’re just keeping Sirius and Harry company, or something.”
Lucius headed into Rowena’s room.
Remus whistled. “Nice.” He said, surveying the common room.
“I know.” Shiloe said with a smile. “Here.” He said, reaching into his pocket and coming out with a ring. “Put this on, we all have one. I got one for me, as well as one for each of my anchors, of which I have only one more to find.”
Remus put on the ring. “Is this what I think it is?”
Shiloe smirked and nodded. “Voco Blaise.” He said to his own.
“Shi?” Blaise’s voice answered in a whisper.
“I want you to come to my rooms. There’s someone here to meet you.” Shiloe told him.
“Alright. Can Draco come to see his father?” Blaise asked.
Shiloe snorted. “I should hope he knows he doesn’t need to ask to visit Lucius. Ever.” He replied.
“We’ll be there in a bit. Voco.” Blaise replied.
Shiloe nodded. “They’re on their way. So, when are you going to accept the wolf as a part of you?” He asked Remus. “Moony’s not going away. And still, you deny that he’s good for you at all. He’s got his drawbacks, yes, but without him you wouldn’t have heightened senses, you wouldn’t have superior physical strength… He’s not all bad, you know.” He finished.
Remus sighed. “It’s not that easy. I never WANTED to be a Werewolf-“
“And you think I WANTED to be made? We all have to deal with things we don’t want from time to time, but that doesn’t mean you can’t LEARN to accept them.”
“Shiloe, it’s not that easy.” Remus told him.
Shiloe shook his head. “Just think on it. That’s all I’m asking, for now.”
“They’re here.” Helga announced right before they heard a knock.
Shiloe got up to let them in. “Draco, Blaise.” He said, leaning in to kiss them both in greeting.
“Where’s Father?” Draco asked.
Shiloe chuckled. “Raiding Rowena’s library.” He answered.
Draco nodded. “I’ll go join him.” He decided, heading into Rowena’s room.
“Blaise, I found someone you can talk to about being a Werewolf, or just hang out with, if you want. I’m sure you remember Remus?” He asked, waving a hand at the man.
Blaise’s eyes widened. “You didn’t have to do that.” He whispered.
Shiloe smiled. “He’s an anchor.” He explained. “And while you two get reacquainted, I believe I’m going to go make sure there’s no irreparable damage being done to Rowena’s books.” He said, following Draco and Lucius into the library.
“Look at this one.” Draco said, showing a book to Lucius.
Lucius raised a brow. “No, you may not read that.” The man said, plucking it from Draco’s grasp.
“Aw, come on!”
“It’s illegal.” Lucius said firmly.
“Having fun?” Shiloe asked in amusement.
Draco pouted. “No. He won’t let me read a book on blood magic.”
“With good reason.” Shiloe told him. “It IS illegal.”
Draco glared at him. “It’s not like I was going to TRY any of the stuff in there. I just wanted to READ it.”
“And if someone found out that you KNEW blood magic, Draco, how do you think it would make ME look?!” Lucius asked. “I was a Death Eater! They’d think I was leading you down the same path I took!”
“Oh.” Draco said, softly.
Shiloe sighed. “How about this?” He asked Draco, showing him the book on the Animagus transformation he had used.
“Oooh, yes!” Draco breathed, taking the book from him and sitting at one of the tables.
*****
Harry woke on Christmas day to a pounding headache. He remembered the night before, up until Sirius had produced a bottle of Firewhiskey and they had matched each other, shot for shot.
“Urgh.” He complained, rolling over to bury his face in the pillows.
“Harry, time to get up!” Sirius shouted, walking into the room. “It’s Christmas!”
“URGH!” Harry repeated with more emphasis, trying to convey his anguish without words.
Sirius chuckled. “Right.” He laid his wand to Harry’s temple and murmured a spell, and the headache faded.
“Thanks.” Harry mumbled.
“Okay, time for presents! Here, open mine!” Sirius placed a small package in Harry’s lap.
Harry blinked. “When did you get this?” He asked. “You haven’t left the castle at all!”
Sirius grinned. “Same way I got your Firebolt.” He answered.
“Oh, right.” Harry opened it. It was a pair of Dragonhide gloves.
“Those are the best gloves for Quidditch I could find.” Sirius grinned. “Of course, you won’t be able to use them until next year, but still, they’ll be useful when you can use them again.”
“They’re great! Thanks!” Harry hugged Sirius, who flushed.
“Remus got you something, too, but he’s got it with him and he’s waiting for you to get up. Something about waiting for a more reasonable hour, or something.” Sirius pouted. “Like seven is too early to be up.”
Harry laughed and grabbed another present. It was from Mrs. Weasley. “So why don’t you go get him?” He asked Sirius as he unwrapped the green sweater with a dragon on it. “I’m up now.”
Sirius opened the door. “Remus, get your furry behind in here!” He shouted.
“You get yours out here, and bring Harry with you!” Remus called back.
Harry grabbed the rest of his gifts and headed out to the common room.
Hermione’s gift turned out to be a book, of course. It was Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland.
Ron had gotten Harry a huge bag of dungbombs.
Remus handed Harry his gift last. “It’s not much.” He said, handing Harry the small package. Harry opened it to reveal a practice snitch.
“It’s perfect!” Harry said, hugging Remus. “Thanks.”
Sirius grinned. “Don’t want you getting rusty since you can’t play this year, do we?”
“I can practice over the summer this way.” Harry answered.
Harry ran back to the room and grabbed his gifts for Remus and Sirius.
He had gotten Sirius a large bag of assorted tricks and joke items from Zonko’s and a journal for Remus that locked and would only open for the owner.
“Brilliant!” Sirius exclaimed, going through the bag.
“Harry, thank you.” Remus said, opening the journal.
“It’ll only open for you.” Harry said.
Remus smiled and headed for Rowena’s room to put the journal away.
“How did you know he kept a journal?” Sirius asked Harry.
Harry frowned. “I didn’t. I just thought he might want to, what with his condition, and all.”
“Still, that was the perfect gift for him.” Sirius said. “He goes through journals like you wouldn’t believe.”
Someone knocked on the door. Harry opened it to find Luna standing there.
“I got you something for Christmas, Harry.” She said, holding out a package.
Harry took it. “Come in, I got something for you, too.”
He opened the package and found an amulet with protective runes on it.
“For good luck and protection.” Luna explained.
“Thank you.” Harry said, oddly touched by the gift. “Hang on.”
He walked into his room and came out with the jeweler’s box that held her gift.
She opened it and gasped. “Oh, Harry, it’s lovely!”
‘It’ was a necklace of a snowflake, with a single ice-blue diamond in the middle. “You can wear it tonight, at the ball.” Harry explained. “It matches your eyes.”
Luna smiled. “It’ll match my dress robes, too. Put it on me?” She requested, turning around and gathering her hair up, holding it out of the way.
Harry fumbled a bit with the tiny clasp, but managed to get it on her after a few moments.
She turned around and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him soundly. “Thank you, Harry!”
Harry flushed. “You’re welcome.”
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