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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13957 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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“So does Ron still hate me?”

Hermione coughed into her cup of tea and set it down on the table, shaking her head. “He doesn’t hate you Harry. He’s just a bit upset, it has only been three days.”

“Why is he upset? It was my relationship.” Harry mumbled, scraping this fork through the cake crumbs on his plate.

“He thought you were going to be his brother, he’s more upset about that then the fact that you broke up with Ginny. No one saw it coming Harry, everyone is a little shocked.” Hermione smiled at him reassuringly. She was looking lovely today in a floral dress with her hair falling to her shoulders. She had contacted him as soon as she had found out about him breaking up with Ginny, which was apparently when Ginny got back to the burrow and started screaming profanities aimed towards him.

“We’re still family, even if I’m not with Ginny.”

“I know that Harry but you know what Ron is like, the little drama queen.” She smiled at him, “Give it another day or two and it’ll be fine. You can get together and chat.”

Sighing, Harry nodded, “Yeah, hopefully.”

“So what made you break up with her?”

Shifting in his seat, Harry sipped at his drink and shrugged his shoulders, “It just wasn’t working for me, she wasn’t the same girl I feel in love with and...she said Remus reminded her of Greyback.”

Hermione’s gasp was like music to his ears; it meant that he wasn’t the only one who thought that it was an unacceptable comment. “She what?” Hermione frowned, “Jesus, I can’t believe that.”

“It was the last straw.” He said, “But I was ready to break up before she said it. I just don’t love her anymore.” He felt a little bad saying it, as if it made him seem like the bad guy, but Hermione just lifted her shoulder and placed her hand on top of his.

“These things happen Harry. It was your first proper relationship, they don’t all work out. Besides, you and Ginny are so different, you’re not the only one who sees how much she has changed and personally I’m glad you’re not with her anymore. I was starting to think she saw you as a possession.”

“At least I wasn’t the only one then.” Harry said, “Things have changed a lot since school ended...I’m just so god damn confused.”

“About what?” His friend seemed concerned for him and he wondered whether he should actually bother her with this stuff. It could still just be him being stupid, he was quite good at that after all. She must have sensed his wariness because she squeezed his hand. “You know you can tell me anything, it won’t go anywhere.”

“I know...” taking a deep breath, Harry decided to just get it off his chest, “Sirius has been flirting with me.” The sentence came out in a rush of words and Hermione squinted as she tried to decipher them before her eyes widened.

“Oh.”

Harry blushed, “And I think Remus is too, but it’s harder to tell with him.”

“Flirting with you?” She blinked a few times, “Like...how?”

“Like saying dirty things and touching me and giving me these looks that are...well hot.” Harry gave a suffering sigh, rubbing his temple with his fingers. “I thought I was going crazy at first, but it’s definitely happening and I don’t understand why.”

They were silent for a moment while Hermione processed what he had just said. Harry was starting to wonder whether or not he should have said anything, but if Hermione could shed some light onto the situation then he wouldn’t have lost anything in telling her. He sent a glance around the small London cafe that they had stopped in, seeing the muggles enjoying their tea and cake and sandwiches and wondered how normal their lives were.

“Hmmm.” Hermione hummed, bringing his attention back to her. He raised an eyebrow, that hadn’t been the reaction he had expected. “And Remus has done it too?”

“Nowhere near as much. He’ll touch me and he’ll say something suggestive here and there. But it’s the way he looks at me, Hermione, like I’m special or something. Like he sees more then what everyone else does.”

“Do you fancy them?”

“What? No...how could I?” his cheeks heated and he looked away from her.

Hermione cleared her throat and spoke softly, “There is nothing wrong with it if you do, Harry. You know that sexuality isn’t important in the magical world. Hell, inter-species can be forgiven these days.”

“I’m not gay.” Harry whispered, “I’ve never been gay.”

“Maybe it’s not about being gay, Harry. You don’t have to label it. Maybe it’s just because Sirius and Remus are the people that give you what you need, rather than the fact that they are men.”

“They don’t...I cant...I don’t fancy them Hermione. They are married for Merlin’s sake.”

Something came over her face then and Harry wondered what the hell was going on in her head. She was obviously in her own world and he tried to get her attention back by waving a hand in front of her face. She focussed on him again and smiled.

“Don’t worry too much about it Harry. If you don’t want anything to come of it then don’t react. Sirius always teases, doesn’t he. But I would imagine, if Remus is doing it as well that neither of them mind much.”

That didn't help. It just made him wonder whether they were having some issues within their relationship. Maybe they were bored and wanted something else to do. No pun intended. Harry crumpled and groaned, “But they are mates, surely being a werewolf, he shouldn’t be letting Sirius do what he does and he definitely shouldn’t be doing it as well. I thought they were possessive of their mates?”

“They are.” Hermione smirked, “Harry relax, have fun with it. What are you doing today?”

Changing the subject worked for him too. He sniffed and ran a hand through his hair. “I’m meeting up with Blaise in a bit, to look at the penthouse in your building.”

“Ah.” Hermione beamed, clapping her hands together, “Brilliant. Two days till we move in, I can’t wait. As much as I love the Weasley brood, its hard work living there with them all the time.”

“I can only imagine.” Harry couldn’t do it so props to her, “What are you doing this afternoon?”

“Oh I just remembered that I need to pop to Flourish and Blotts for a book and then I might shop for a few things for the new place. Ron and I are going out for dinner tonight too.”

“Sounds nice.”

She nodded, “It will be. I best be off now, but have fun with Blaise and I’ll see you at our place on Thursday.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

“Oh and Harry,” He looked up at her, “don’t worry about Sirius and Remus.” She said before turning and leaving the cafe.

Harry huffed and leant back in his chair; he was being pathetic, Sirius flirted with everyone, he knew that. Why was he reading so much into it? Surely it was just because he had never spent so much time around the older man, he hadn’t noticed just how much he done it before. There was nothing to worry about. Remus and Sirius’ relationship was fine.

Checking his watch, he saw that it was nearly one and stood up, leaving a tip in muggle money on the table, he left. The building was only a ten minute walk from here, so he strolled along, the sun warming his skin. He was wearing his new black jeans today, with a green t-shirt and his new dragon hide boots, he was warm enough. It was summer now after all and the sun had decided to stick around for a while. He had realised that morning that they had just entered into the month of July and soon enough he would be nineteen. He felt about forty.

The building looked like the average block of flats, built from red brick with glass-railed balconies on each floor. It had a gated entrance which would have looked out of place had the muggles been able to see it. Harry wondered what this place looked like to them; maybe a dilapidated building or just empty space.

Blaise was standing in front of the gate, dressed in dark smart trousers and a royal blue shirt, looking as majestic as ever. He had his arms folded across his chest and was looking down at the muggles that past him with a look of barely disguised disgust on his face. Harry walked up to him, smirking at his demeanour.

“Hey.” He greeted. Blaise turned to him and smiled.

“Hey you.” The other boy said back, his eyes skimmed Harry’s body and he pursed his lips slightly. “You look good.” He paused, “Real good, who got you those?”

“Thanks, Remus and Sirius took me shopping. Here.” he handed him a bag that contained the shirt, trousers and boots he borrowed the other day.

“Nah, keep it mio amore. You looked too good in it for me to take it back. And remind me to thank your godfather and his wolf.” Blaise waved the bag away from him and walked over to the gate, looking left and right to make sure no muggles were coming, he touched his wand to the metal and it opened with a creak. “The owner gave me the key and said we could see it alone, had to sign a bloody contract saying I wouldn’t start squatting though. As if I would lower myself to stealing.” Harry gave him a droll look, telling him with his eyes that he didn't believe that for a second. Blaise gasped teasingly, pushing the gate open and closing it behind them. “Oh I’d steal you but that’s about it.”

“Steal me from who?” Harry asked as they walked up the gravelled path towards the front doors of the building.

“That ginger witch of course.”

“Ah.” The saviour muttered, “Well you won’t have to do that. I broke up with her.”

Blaise froze on the stop and turned to stare at him, his mouth dropping. He didn't move for a moment before throwing his arms up and letting out a loud, “Yes!” he laughed and yanked Harry against him, squeezing the wizard tightly in his grasp, “Finally. I’ve only been waiting years.”

“Le’go.” Harry grumbled, pulling away. They walked into the building and headed for the elevator. He pressed the button and the doors sprung open straight away. They walked inside and Blaise pressed the button for the top floor.

“Sorry, I’m just glad you are rid of her. She didn’t deserve you at all.”

“You don’t know that.” Harry fidgeted as they floated to the top floor. When the doors opened again, they opened on a small lobby area, with a single white door on the wall opposite them, it’s golden knocker glinting in the light coming through the window.

“Yes I do, Harry. I’m quite smart you know.” Blaise said as he pulled a gold key from his pocket and unlocked the door, pushing it open. Both of them stood stock still, staring at the place that had been revealed to them.

Harry blinked hard; the place was amazing. All shiny hardwood floors and bright white walls. They walked inside, it was all open plan which really suited the place. Light streamed in from a wall of windows to their right, facing the living room area. There was no furniture but Harry knew Blaise would prefer to decorate to his own taste. Looking to the left he saw the kitchen, made of brand new mahogany and granite.

“Wow, this place looks amazing.” He said, surprised.

Blaise nodded, “Indeed.” He was just as shocked, probably having thought that he would not like anything in a place that Ron and Hermione would choose to live, even if he was getting better quality stuff. The half Italian wandered around the apartment, his leather loafers tapping on the floor as he moved, he opened a door to the right of the kitchen. It was the bathroom, complete with a huge claw-foot tub, shower and a large mirror against the left wall.

“I think I would move in with you if you lived here.” Harry joked, opening a door that led to one of the two bedrooms. This one must have been the master because it had its own ensuite.

“That’s it then, I’m buying it.” Blaise called from the second bedroom. Harry laughed as the other male found him and slipped up behind him as Harry looked out of the window. “I like this place, it’s close to you and the leaky cauldron. The owner said all the fireplaces are connected to the floo already, so I could go anywhere.” His arms slid around Harry’s waist and his head rested on his shoulder. “Move in with me. There are two bedrooms and a lot of space.”

Harry shook his head, “I can’t.” He said, “I don’t want to leave Grimmauld. Or Sirius and Remus.” It was only after he said it that he realised just how true it was. He didn't want to leave them, he liked waking up and knowing that they were going to be there at the breakfast table waiting for him. Liked being able to talk with them in the morning, even through all the confusion.

Blaise was quiet for a bit before rubbing his cheek against Harry’s neck. The saviour wondered what made their relationship so different. He would never do this with Ron, in fact he would freak right out if the ginger boy started rubbing against him. But with Blaise it was so normal that he didn't mind...he actually quiet liked it. He frowned, he wasn’t supposed to like it was he? The same way he wasn’t supposed to like it when Sirius flirted outrageously or when Remus touched him.

“Okay. I won’t ask again for a few months.” Blaise said, a smirk in his voice. “Are you going to stay with me this afternoon? We can do whatever you want.”

“I don’t really have anything in mind.”

“We can get some food or go shopping. Is there anything you want to buy?”

Harry turned around and leant his back against the windowsill. Blaise didn't loosen his hold, he just cast Harry’s lips a quick look before focussing back on his eyes. “What I really fancy doing is flying.” He said.

“Ah.” Blaise grinned, “I could help you there mio amore. Why don’t we go grab your broom and then floo to my home. I have a pitch.”

“You do?” Harry asked incredulously.

Blaise nodded, “Yes. I got one right after Draco did.”

“Should have know.” Harry scoffed, “Fucking purebloods.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

Laughing, Harry shoved Blaise away and started walking back through the apartment. “So what are you going to do about this place.”

“I’m going to rent it.” Blaise said from behind him, “I’ll contact the landlord later today.”

“Cool.” Harry led the way out into the hallway, “Wanna apparate from here? It’ll be quicker.” He said, gripping Blaise’s wrist. The other boy nodded and Harry disapparated, bringing Blaise along with him.

They appeared again in the living room of Grimmauld place and Blaise followed Harry to his bedroom so that he could pick up his broom, before Harry apparated them just outside into the back garden.

“You can apparated us from here.” he told the Italian.

Blaise nodded and slipped an arm around Harry’s waist, “Just need a firm grip.” He smirked, winking. Harry rolled his eyes the second before he was felt as if he was being forced through a tube. When they appeared on the other side, he took a quiet gulp of air and turned to face the Zabini Manor.

It was huge; a manor made of grey stone and huge springline windows. Ivy crawled up the front of the building, adding a burst of colour. Three stone steps led to a porch, held up by grooved stone pillars and the entrance was a double arched door with a large, gold Z-shaped knocker. Harry was standing on the driveway, which circled a water fountain in the shape of tall, beautiful witch in a flowing gown, holding a wand in one outstretch hand and the other clutching a small boy to her hip. Harry could see the resemblance to Blaise in the stone boy immediately even though the immortalisation of him must have been when he was six or seven. Water poured from his mothers wand and what with the fierce look on her face, it was easy to see that she was protecting her child. Harry’s heart clenched painfully to think that it was protecting Blaise that ultimately killed her.

“My mother had many flaws but she loved me with all her heart and she died for me, that makes her hundred times better than all of those that had a bad word to say about her.” Blaise said from beside him, obviously sensing Harry’s focus on the fountain.

“I never thought any differently.” Harry said, “As if I listen to what everyone else has to say.”

“I hate that she never met you. She used to say that you would save us all, if only she could have been here to see it.”

An atmosphere settled between them and Harry turned to look at Blaise as saw how the boy was staring at his stone mother. There was sadness in his eyes, which was something Harry wasn’t used to seeing on the other boy’s face. He reached his empty hand out and grasped Blaise’s, giving it a squeeze. Something inside of him wished he could give the boy what he deserved but he knew that it wasn’t supposed to happen.

Blaise looked at him and smiled, “Let’s go inside, I need to get my broom.”

They walked hand-in-hand to the house and Blaise unlocked the door with a long, old fashioned key. Harry had never imagined what the inside of a home like this would look like but when he saw it, he knew he couldn’t have expected any differently. The floors were shiny dark wood and the walls a rich purple. The room was lit by a huge candle chandelier that hung above their heads and flooded the place with more light then what should be possible. Opposite the doorway there was a grand staircase, as wide as two cars side by side at the bottom, it narrowed slightly on the way up. Ornate decor made the place seem a little more homely, but to Harry it still seemed more of a show home then a real one.

“Come with me.” Blaise said and led Harry up the stairs and to the right, down a long corridor with a door at the end. The walls of the corridor were bare, unlike the walls in the Malfoy manor. Harry wondered whether Blaise’s family went back as far as Malfoy’s did, and if so why did they not have their ancestors on their walls.

The door at the end of the hall opened up into Blaise’s bedroom; a huge room with a king size four-poster bed with deep purple sheets as its main attraction. The floor was covered with a deep purple carpet and the furniture obviously expensive and most likely handmade. The only thing setting this apart from the bedroom of a pureblood adult was the posters that littered the wall, so out of place.

“It’s nice.” Harry said, leaning against the bed post.

Blaise scoffed and headed over to a large armoire, opening it up and pulling out his broom. “It’s poncy.” He said, “But mother liked it and she allowed me the posters. It all seems pointless now though, now that it’s going to be empty.”

“Only until you have your own family, then surely you will move back in.” Harry perched on the edge of the bed as Blaise leant against the armoire. The older boy raised an eyebrow and nodded slowly.

“I suppose. If I have a family of my own.”

Harry looked away, suddenly incredibly focussed on the bedcover. “You will. Anyone would be a fool to not love you.”

“Then why do you not love me?” Blaise teased, smirking a little.

“Because I’m a fool.” Harry replied, raising his eyes to his friend, he smiled softly.

Blaise shook his head, “You’re anything but, Harry. Now let’s go play some Quidditch. I need to beat you once in my life.”

Harry laughed, “I think you’ll just have to settle with trying.” He said, chuckling more when Blaise pulled a face at him.

He followed his friend through the maze of a manor and out onto the grounds. The pitch was obvious, what with the three posts at either end. At the bottom of the right hand posts there was a shed, which they walked to. Inside was a wooden chest with all the different Quidditch balls in. Blaise grabbed the snitch and curled his hand around it.

“Now I’m not much of a seeker, but I’ve tried my hand at it a few times.” He said as they made their way to the middle of the pitch, it was getting a little windy now and Harry knew it would be cold up there if it kept up.

“Probably shouldn’t go up against someone as good as me if you’re an amateur.” Harry smirked, feeling smug. Blaise whipped his broom around, the shaft connecting hard with Harry’s backside. The wizard yelped and held a hand to his arse. “Hey.” He huffed.

“And there’s more where that came from...especially if you win.”

They mounted their brooms almost at the same time and rose until they were about twelve feet off the ground. Blaise held out his hand and Harry realised just how much they were lacking. No gloves or goggles, no protective gear at all. He was straddling his broom in jeans tight enough to cut off his blood supply and a t-shirt thin enough to allow his nipples to freeze had it been colder and yet he couldn’t care less. His eyes focused on his friends hand, watching those long fingers twitch teasingly.

“First one to catch the snitch wins. What is the wager?” Blaise asked.

“Ten galleons?” Harry suggested, not quite sure on what else to bet. He could tell Blaise wasn’t too amused.

“How about if you win, I’ll give you ten galleons, but if I win you have to give me a kiss.”

Harry’s voice stuck in his throat as he tried to figure out what to say. He should have know Blaise would bet something like that, it was pretty predictable had Harry been slightly aware. He wondered whether there was anything else Blaise would take but one look at his face told Harry there was no point trying to find out, it’ll only be at a loss. There wasn’t much chance of the Slytherin winning anyway.

“Fine.” Harry gave a sharp nod. “I agree.”

A predatory smirk curved Blaise’s lips and his hand released the snitch.

Harry shot off past Blaise, slicing through the air as fast as the thunderbolt would take him, gasping at the way the wind smacked him across the face. He hadn’t seen the snitch, but he knew how to confuse his competition. Blaise had followed him, stopping not too far away once he realised Harry had tricked him. It had given the Gryffindor a chance to search the air, spotting the small golden ball hovering thirty feet above their heads.

He pushed the end of the broom down with his feet, willing it to rise higher and move faster. Blaise caught sight of the prize too and they headed for it together. The wind roared in Harry’s ears, cheering him on he liked to think, as he pushed harder. His fingertips were starting to hurt with the pressure that he gripped his broom, but he ignored it. He was almost there, one hand leaving his broom to start reaching when Blaise shot across the front of him, almost colliding with him and forcing him to dip.

He looked up again, seeing that the snitch was gone. A quick glance at Blaise’s hands on the wooden shaft of his broom let Harry know that the game was still on. He glared viciously at the other boy and flew over.

“Careful next time.” he said, his cheeks heating.

Blaise lifted a shoulder, “I would have missed you. Can’t let you win this early on, not with so much at stake.”

Harry rolled his eyes and flew off, circling the pitch a few times, rising to goal height to cast a eye over the ground. It would be easier to see the gold against the green of the grass if the snitch was below them. He could sense Blaise doing the same and prayed the boy wouldn’t find the snitch before he did; not because of their bet but rather because Harry’s pride couldn’t take being beaten by a chaser.

He caught sight of Blaise angling his broom down and tried to find what the boy’s eyes were glued on. He couldn’t see the snitch below but when Blaise started heading towards the ground as if his life depended on it, Harry couldn’t let the opportunity pass. He dived, feeling as if he were falling through the air and catching himself at the last minute, just before the ground rushed to meet him. He skimmed the ground, noticing that Blaise had stopped to stare at him. He had been fooled, he’d admit that, but as he saw the little golden ball fluttering it’s wings just behind Blaise’s head, he found he didn't mind much.

Flying towards the other boy as fast as he could, he kept his face straight, his body aligned with his broom. Blaise was struck by him, his whole body frozen even as Harry headed towards him. The saviour wondered whether he would move or not, but was fully prepared the pull his broom around its obstacle. The snitch wasn’t moving, just happy enough to pause teasingly within sight.

Harry’s stomach clenched and he reached his hand out. Blaise’s mind must have just registered the situation and the boy dived the second that Harry was about to smack into him. A little further and Harry’s hand curled around the cold, skittish ball. It fit into his fist, it’s wings still batting fruitlessly, tickling his palm. He pulled his broom around and held up his arm, making sure Blaise could see that he had won. By the way the boy’s lips moved harshly with a singular word, he wasn’t too happy about losing.

Flying slowly to the ground, Harry set his feet against the grass and grabbed his broom in his free hand, all the while struggling to keep the smile from his face. He was covered in sweat, his body was boiling hot and his backside ached slightly from sitting on his broom in the wrong trousers. Blaise met him on the ground with a face of thunder that didn't dampen Harry’s self-satisfaction.

“Yeah yeah, you win.” Blaise muttered grumpily.

Harry sniggered, “Aw come on.” He said, throwing his winning arm around Blaise’s shoulders and waving his closed fist in his face, “Don’t be a sore loser.” He squeezed him as Blaise jokingly pushed him away, scrunching his nose.

“Ge’off me.”

“So anytime you want to drop my ten galleons off is fine with me.”

“I’ll drop them off tomorrow.” The Slytherin huffed, “I really wanted that kiss too.”

Harry shrugged, “Next time you should bet only when you know you’re going to win.” He said as they put the snitch away. Blaise left his broom in the shed and together they walked back to the house, cleaning their shoes with a spell before stepping onto the carpet.

“Do you want to grab a shower?” Blaise asked as they reached the main lobby. Harry thought for a second before shaking his head.

“Thanks but I really fancy a bath. Did you want to come over for dinner later? Remus and I are making lasagne.” He grinned widely, excited over the fact that he would have some more time with Remus.

The shock that flashed over Blaise’s face made Harry frown but he covered it up quickly. “That would be really nice, mio amore.”

“Great, come ’round about seven-thirty?”

A quick nod, “Sure. Do you want to use the floo?”

Blaise took him into what looked like a drawing room, what with a large whiskey cabinet and chaise lounge. The fireplace was cast iron with a mahogany mantelpiece and flames flickered in the hearth, yet the room wasn’t any warmer than the others. On top of the mantelpiece was a silver bowl inlaid with emeralds and heaped with floo powder. Blaise caught his arm before he threw some powder into the fire.

“I’ll see you later.” He said, as if checking that it was still okay even though Harry had just asked him.

“See you, oh and you can stay over if you want. Save you coming back to this place alone.” He couldn’t stand the thought of being alone in such a huge house with nothing but the reminders of a dead woman surrounding him and knowing that that was what Blaise came home to all the time made him a little sad.

“I will be sleeping with you?” Blaise purred, his eyes flaring with heat now.

Harry shook his head incredulously, “Yeah, but no funny stuff mister.” He said before throwing the floo powder into the flames and calling for Grimmauld, stepping into the green heat before Blaise could say any more.

The living room back at Grimmauld was empty, as was the kitchen. Harry headed straight up to the top floor, calling out for his godfather and Remus but getting no reply. Remembering that Remus told him he didn't have to ask, Harry slipped into their bedroom. It looked the same as it always did, with the bed neatly made and various objects littering the bedside cabinets. Harry spotted a book laying open on Remus’ table and curiosity got the better of him. He tiptoed over and picked it up, turning it over to see the pages. Remus was mid-chapter but at the top of the page written in small, black writing was ‘werewolf mating habits’. Figuring it was probably a bit personal, Harry put the book back and walked into the bathroom. The bath was a huge corner unit big enough for a couple of people, attached to the ceiling above it was a silver shower head and there was a white curtain held back to the wall. A silver corner rack was adorned with loads of body washes and shampoos, all different sizes and colours. It was just as busy as the shelf above the sink and Harry had a bet with himself that the mirrored cupboard above that would be full of even more stuff.

He closed the door and started filling up the bathtub, adding in some bubble bath he found sitting on the rack next to a bottle of water resistant slide and ride lube. He didn't dare touch that one. Once the bath was just over halfway full, Harry shucked off his boots and peeled his sweaty clothing from his body, shoving them into the laundry basket that sat by the toilet. Turning off the taps, he sunk down into the water with a long, relaxed sigh.

As his body melted into the warmth, his mind cleared and his eyes closed. He thought about Blaise and a part of him thought, well if I turn out gay at least I’ve got a good option. And then he went and thought, what the fuck was that about, and shook his head. A person just can’t turn gay out of the blue, unless the war really did fuck with his head. Blowing out a breath, he stopped thinking about it and just let himself relax.

He was so out of it that he only noticed that someone had come into the room when the door smacked loudly against the wall. He jumped, his eyes shooting open to see Sirius standing in the doorway, staring at him. Harry sat up, bringing his knees towards his chest even though there were enough bubbles to keep him modest. He cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

“Sorry, Remus said I could use the bath when I wanted...there was no one else here so...”

Sirius laughed and waved a hand, “No worries, Harry.” He said, his eyes still focussed on the boy in the bath, watching the beads of water rolling over soft flesh. “Mind if I join?” he asked innocently, “I feel a little dirty.”

His lips were suddenly dry and Harry licked them absentmindedly, “I...er... Sirius.” He whined, looking away from the man’s eyes. There was a few moments of silence before Sirius chuckled again, this time in a softer way.

“I don’t mean to embarrass you, babe. You relax, fancy a back rub?”

Harry looked back up, thinking about how lovely that sounded. “But I’m wet.” He said.

Sirius smirked and came further in, twirling his finger to motion for Harry to turn so that he was facing the wall. He did so, listening to the sounds that Sirius made as he kneeled behind him. “What did you do today?” the older man asked just before his hands settled on Harry’s shoulders and he applied some pressure that made the teen melt.

“Had lunch with Hermione and then hung out with Blaise for a bit. He’s going to come over for dinner later.”

“He is?”

“Yeah, he doesn’t have anyone at home now and I feel sorry for him having to spend time with those Slytherin’s. He’s gonna stay too, I figure my beds big enough.” He ended the sentence with a long, deep groan as the pressure on his back got suddenly heavier and yet felt soooo good.

“No problem.”

“Is Remus back?” Harry asked, closing his eyes as he surrendered to the pleasure of the massage he was getting.

“No, he went to look at that bookshop that’s for sale again. I think he really wants to buy it.” Sirius said as his hands slid up and down Harry’s back before rubbing his shoulders again.

The younger wizard hummed, “I think it would be good for him, he likes to work and he loves books. He’ll do well. It is a muggle place?”

“No, it’s magical. And I agree with you. Do you think we should give him our blessing?”

“Does he need one?”

“Yeah, this is Remy we’re talking about. He probably thinks it’s a selfish thing to do or something. He’ll need us to let him know we don’t mind sharing him with his work.” Sirius spoke as if Harry had some weight in this decision making and that bemused the boy a bit.

He threw a glance over his shoulder at the man behind him, “Surely you can let him know its fine.”

Sirius paused his hands and lent in closer, “Your opinion matters to us, y’know. He doesn’t just want to know that I’m okay with it, he wants to know that you are too.”

“Why?” Harry asked, just for the sake of it.

“Because.” Was all the answer he got.

Sirius massaged his shoulders for a little while longer and Harry felt his eyes drooping. He blinking vehemently, shaking his head to keep himself awake. The feel of Sirius’ large hands on his shoulders was nice but Harry really needed to get out before Remus came home. He needed to get all the stuff ready to make dinner.

“You don’t have to keep that up.” He said somewhat reluctantly.

Sirius made an odd noise in the back of his throat, “But I like it.” he said, “I like making you feel good.” Harry’s body tensed and Sirius’ hands stilled before leaving his skin. “I better change my top though, I’m a little wet.”

Harry listened as Sirius’ footsteps headed away from him and stared at the white tiled wall. What was happening to him? Why was his stomach churning and his heart racing? It hadn’t been like this before school ended, it had been easy and uncomplicated but now there was flirting and touching and weird fluttering feelings in his gut that he had never experienced before.

“You okay?”

He jumped, sending water sloshing up the side of the tub, and turned to see Remus standing in the doorway, much like Sirius had been not too long ago. He prayed that this man wouldn’t touch him too; there was only so much he could take in one day. Taking a deep breath, he nodded.

“Yeah.” He said but even he could tell that he didn't sound genuine.

Remus cocked his head, “We best start on dinner soon. Sirius tells me Blaise will be eating with us.”

“Yeah, he will. I’ll get out in a sec and meet you in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” Remus grabbed the door, pulling it closed as he turned away. It shut with a quiet click. Harry heard voices from the other room but couldn’t determine what they were saying.

Sighing, he pulled the plug and watched as the water swirled down the drain. The air was suddenly chilly and goosebumps prickled all over his body. Stepping out of the tub, he grabbed a towel from the rack, wrapped it around his waist and pulled the door open. Sirius was lounging on the bed, arms behind his head. He opened his eyes when Harry came out and gave him a tight smile.

Harry returned it and slipped out of the room without anything more than that. He dressed quickly in a simple white shirt and jeans, wanting to look smart enough that Blaise didn't cuss him out straight away but wanting to be comfortable too. Padding all the way to the kitchen, he saw that Remus had beaten him too it when it came to getting all the stuff ready and was currently standing at the counter, dicing carrots and onions.

“Get a pan on will you.” The werewolf said without looking at him.

Harry nodded, even though Remus couldn’t see him, and grabbed a large pan, setting it on the hob and pouring a little oil in it. Once he could see that the oil was starting to bubble, he took the chopping board Remus was using and chucked all the carrots and onions in the pan. He could feel Remus’ eyes on him as if they were burning through his skin. Heating his flesh. Harry cleared his throat nervously and cast the man a nervous glance.

“Did Sirius say something to annoy you?” Remus asked, frowning.

Harry shook his head, “No.”

“You’re lying to me.”

“No I’m not.” Harry snapped. What Sirius had said hadn’t annoyed him, it baffled him. It made him question things about himself that he didn't want to. He stirred the frying onions, trying to focus on anything but what his mind was insistent on thinking about. He almost didn't notice how Remus moved towards him, standing close enough that Harry started shrinking in on himself to move away without actually moving. A hand settled on the back of his neck, thumb stroking to and fro against his skin and actually making him chill out a little bit.

“I won’t push you to tell me what’s up but I wish you would trust me enough to know that whatever it is, I wouldn’t judge you and I would do whatever I could to help you sort it out.”

Harry nibbled his bottom lip, meeting amber eyes. “There’s some problems that you can’t sort out.” He said.

The older man didn't seem fazed, he shrugged, “Doesn’t mean I can’t try though does it. I’m willing.”

Would Ginny have said the same? Harry wasn’t so sure. And even if she had, he knew there was nothing she would actually be able to do if he had an issue. He wouldn’t even bother her with it. And yet, with Remus and Sirius it was different. Had the problem been anything other than what it was, he would have gone to them without a second thought. Another reason this was so difficult, he couldn’t rely on the people he usually did to make it better.

It will go away on its own, he thought to himself, stop making such a fuss over nothing.

Remus added some garlic and rosemary to the pan, filling the room with the most delicious smell. He stood beside Harry, instructing him on when to add something, when to stir and when to leave to simmer. Soon enough they had some ragu going and some pasta sheets softening. It must have been almost an hour when Remus suddenly slammed the spoon in his hand down on the counter, making Harry jump. The boy stared at him.

“I’m tired Harry.” Remus said, “Tired of feeling like you don’t trust us enough to be yourself around us. Do you think we would ever judge you? Ever make you feel bad? Not one member of your family thinks you need to be some huge hero anymore.”

Harry glared at the béchamel he was stirring, hating the fact that Remus was bringing this up and making him feel like a he was doing something wrong in keeping this stupid phase away from them. As if they would appreciate him telling them that he might...just might, have some kind of fucked-up crush on them. Or at least his body did. Even this close he muscles fluttered and tightened every time Remus moved towards him.

“I don’t need to tell you everything.” Harry said.

A moment of silence followed and then Remus said, “Actually when it’s something that upsets you, I think you do need to tell me. I want to fix it.” there was real steel in his voice, something that Harry hadn’t heard from him before, especially not aimed at him.

“I told you.” Harry said softly, feeling suitably chastised. “Some things you can’t fix. Besides, I’m fine I’m just thinking is all.” They stared at each other for a moment before Remus sighed.

“Okay.”

They assembled the rest of dinner in relative silence, only speaking when Remus told him to do something. The whole time Harry spent feeling like an idiot. He was trying to get back on track with Remus, he shouldn’t be pushing him away over something so stupid. Huffing to himself, he made up a salad as the lasagne was cooking, his eyes flitting over to where Remus was washing up. He found himself wanting nothing more than to reassure the other wizard that everything was fine; he knew Remus didn't believe it when he said it. Shaking his head, he got back to slicing up cucumbers.

He hadn’t expected arms to slip around his waist, or a body to mould itself to his back or even the chin that rested on top of his head. Most of all he hadn’t expected just how safe he felt as soon as he was enclosed in those arms. Closing his eyes, he prayed that something would make sense soon and that Remus wouldn’t let him go. He was warm and comfortable and could fall asleep, even standing up, with the man’s hold on him like this. Harry’s arms dropped to his sides and Remus squeezed him just a little more. Turning around, Harry wrapped his arms around the werewolf’s waist and hugged him back, burying his face in Remus’ chest and inhaling the scent of him.

“Did I fix it?” Remus muttered quietly.

Harry nodded, “Yeah.” He said, because Remus had fixed it. At least for now. Harry felt so much better, so much more relaxed that he managed to let a smile grace his face again. They pulled apart and got back to work, the silence a lot more comfortable.

It was probably another three quarters of an hour when Sirius and Blaise wandered down the steps. Harry and Remus were sitting at an already set table, chatting about recipes and magic and books. They both looked up when the other wizards entered and Harry beamed.

“Hey.” He said to Blaise, who was holding a small bag which no doubt held some clothes for tomorrow.

“Hello again.” The Slytherin said, “It smells wonderful in here.”

“Thank you Blaise, please have a seat.” Remus motioned the boy towards the place next to Harry with a wave of his hand. Blaise sauntered over, settling his hand on Harry’s shoulder as he sat down, he gave it a squeeze.

“I’m just going to take Blaise’s bag upstairs.” Sirius said.

“Oh you don’t have too.” Blaise stood up, “I’ll take it up later.”

Waving Blaise’s concern away, Sirius grinned, “Don’t worry about it.” he said before taking the bag from the boy and bounding up the stairs.

Harry helped Remus serve up the lasagne and Sirius was back downstairs by the time they put the plates down on the table. They all helped themselves to salad and garlic bread before the talk really started. It was Remus who began.

“So Blaise, Harry mentioned you were looking for a new place to live.”

Blaise nodded, finishing his mouthful before speaking, “I am yes. In fact we found the place today, it’s not too far from here actually.”

“It’s really nice.” Harry added, pulling apart a slice of garlic bread.

“Are you going to sell the manor?” Sirius asked, a puckered appearing between his eyebrows.

“No, I couldn’t. I just can’t live there by myself either.”

“I should imagine that it’s a large place.” Remus said before popping a forkful of lasagne in his mouth. The food was good, Harry didn't mind admitting it himself.

“It is.” He spoke for Blaise this time, “really, really big.”

“You’ve been there?” Sirius asked.

“Yeah just today. We played Quidditch and I won.” Harry smirked, “oh that reminds me.” He added.

Blaise chuckled and pulled a pouch from his pocket, it jingled when he bobbed it, “Your winnings.” He said, placing it on the table next to Harry.

“Thanks.”

“So Blaise, anyone catching your interest? You didn't have a betrothal did you?” Sirius made the strange topic change quite out of the blue and Harry raised an eyebrow at him, trying to figure out why he was asking.

Blaise’s mouth opened and closed a few times and Harry could see in his eyes that something was going on in his head. Probably a way of trying to answer the question without letting on just how much he might be interested in a certain person. “No, no betrothal, my mother didn't believe in that. She wanted me to fall in love and have an heir with that person. There is someone I like, but that person is playing hard to get.”

Harry choked on his food, coughing to clear his throat. He could tell that he had made it obvious just who Blaise was talking about, especially now that his cheeks were burning a little bit and Blaise was smirking dangerously.

“Ah, so our Harry is the object of your affections.” Sirius said. The emphasis on ‘our’ wasn’t missed by anyone at the table and the boy in question frowned uncomfortably, suddenly feeling like the rope in a tug of war for unexplained reasons. He knew that Sirius didn't feel like they had had enough time together, what with him missing out of twelve years of Harry’s life, but it was odd that he was choosing to show that he didn't want to lose him to anyone else.

Blaise didn't shy away from the question, which didn't surprise Harry in the slightest. “How could I not like him?” he said, turning to look at the younger wizard.

“Yeah he’s something special alright.” Remus said, his voice hard. Harry met his eyes and saw anger and frustration and he suddenly felt the need to curl in on himself, as if he had done something wrong yet again.

“But of course he doesn’t want me.” Blaise muttered, it was obviously supposed to be light hearted but there was a bite to the words.

“It’s not that.” Harry grumbled, feeling picked on, but then realised that it was the wrong thing to say. A low growl filled the room and he narrowed his eyes at Remus, trying to get him to shut up. He didn't need Blaise feeling uncomfortable. Remus just glared right back at him and Harry wondered what the hell was up with the man. Then he remembered, the full moon was in a couple of days and Moony must be scrabbling under the surface. Remus was always a little touchy before the full moon.

“Don’t worry, mio amore, I can wait.” The Slytherin winked, flashing Harry that winning smile of his. His hand settled on Harry’s knee under the table and squeezed before it disappeared again.

Sirius cleared his throat and tried to fill the suddenly awkward silence, “This meal is great. Thanks you two.”

“I was just about to say the same. It is lovely.” Blaise added.

“Thanks.” Harry and Remus said in unison. They ate for a while in quiet before Remus asked Blaise what he was planning to do now that school was up. Blaise’s answer surprised even Harry.

“Oh, I’m starting at the Ministry on Monday, I’m going to be the new guy in the vampire liaison office.”

“You are?” Harry asked, not sure how he was feeling about that. As much as he thought that all magical beings deserved equality, he couldn’t deny that it made him a little nervous thinking about Blaise being around vampires; after all they do feed off of humans to live so accidents in that department happened sometimes.

“Yeah, I’m aiming for head of department of regulation and control of magical creatures but we all have to start somewhere.”

“Wont it be dangerous?” Harry asked.

Blaise grinned at him, “Worried about me?”

“No.”

“Why do you want to be head of that department?” Remus asked, suddenly more interested in this boy in front of him.

“Honestly, magical creatures fascinate me. The strength and magic that they hold is amazing and I don’t think they get enough recognition for that. Of course the laws have relaxed a little now but there is still a way to go and I know I can make us normal wizards and witches gain the knowledge about magical creatures that we need in order to stop believing that they are less than us.”

“That’s a rather honourable thing to do.” Sirius said, respect in his voice.

Blaise shrugged, “I don’t think so. Why should we see ourselves as better than someone else because they aren’t wholly human. We still share our magical core and there is no such thing as an evil race, just evil people and it’s pretty bigoted of us to believe otherwise.”

“You’re right.” Remus gave the young wizard a small smile, “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

“I suppose you’ve had a hard time, what with people judging you when they found out you are a werewolf.” Blaise ventured into territory that Harry wasn’t sure was best commented on, but Remus didn't shut down like he thought he would. Instead he gave a soft sigh and nodded.

“I’ve had a fair share of judgements formed about what I am and what I should and shouldn’t do. People who are not like me cannot understand that the werewolf does not determine who I am during any time other than the full moon. I have wolf urges and instincts, but my thoughts are my own and I can control them. And I don’t eat children. In fact, the only real effect it has on me is choosing my mates and I can’t hate it for making my soulmates more obvious to me.”

“That’s what I want to get people to understand!” Blaise gushed, “That those humans that have been turned are not much different than before they were changed. That we have no right to judge them or tell them they can’t work or love.”

Harry just sat back and watched as his friend and his housemates had a rather in depth conversation about magical creatures and relevant laws on the issue. He wasn’t well versed in the subject, although it all interested him. He learnt a lot more just listening to them then he did in many of his care of magical creature classes. The passion Blaise exuded for the subject shocked him most of all, he had never realised that this hard arse, cocky Slytherin had a love for something that was so against the Slytherin motto. It seemed as if Blaise had broken a few barriers with Sirius and Remus, although Harry couldn’t help but keep their reactions to his confession in mind. Why did they become so hostile when Blaise said he liked him?

“Dessert, Harry?”

Shaking himself out of his thoughts, Harry blinked, wondering just who had spoken to him. “Huh?” he said eloquently

Sirius barked a laugh, “Do you want some ice cream?” he asked again, half standing as he rose from his seat.

“Oh sure.” Harry nodded. Blaise nudged him.

“In your own world?”

“A little. Just thinking about things.”

“Anything you want to share?” Remus asked as he helped Sirius collect up all the plates.

Harry shook his head, “Nah, it wasn’t anything important.”

They had some raspberry ripple ice cream for pudding while Sirius spoke about wanting to build another flying motorbike. Remus smirked at Harry and rolled his eyes while Blaise listened intently to what Sirius was saying. The animagus must have felt like all his Christmases had come at once what with someone actually listening to him for once. The chat lasted a lot longer than Harry had expected and before he knew it they were on the firewhiskey and it was getting later and later. It must have been about half ten when he yawned widely, setting off a chorus of yawns around the table.

“Bedtime I think.” Remus said, downing the rest of his glass of amber liquid. They all agreed with him and made their way upstairs, two heading off to the right and two to the left.

“Well that was fun.” Blaise said as he shut the bedroom door. “I thought for a moment there that I was going to be attacked but after that it was fine.”

Harry smirked, pulling off his shirt and chucking it in the laundry basket, “Sometimes they get like that. But I think they liked you.”

“And I think they like you.” Blaise muttered under his breath but Harry heard him anyway.

“What do you mean?” he asked, shucking his jeans.

The Italian sniffed, “Oh nothing, just that they seem rather protective of you.”

“Yeah well they lost a lot of time with me so I just think they worry they are going to miss out on more.” If it was more than that, Harry wasn’t ready to admit it.

Blaise stripped and joined Harry in the bathroom to brush his teeth, “I don’t blame them.” He said, though his eyes said there was more to it than that. They slipped beneath the covers in their boxers and laid side by side. “Thanks for inviting me over today.” Blaise spoke into the darkness.

Harry smiled to himself, “No problem. I like having you over.”

“You know what friends are also good for?” his tone freaked Harry out a little.

“What?” he asked slowly, tensing as he waited for the reply.

“Keeping warm.” Blaise said as he rolled over snuggled up against the other boy. Harry didn't know how to react, he wanted to escape the hold almost as much as he wanted to nuzzle into Blaise’s chest and stay warm. He had craved the feeling of arms around him in his sleep for the last three days. Relaxing, he allowed himself this small comfort.

“I guess they are.” He said quietly.

Blaise hummed sleepily, “G’night.”
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