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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Remus growled as he lay on his bed in only a pair of pajama pants, desperately willing his hard on to go down. He felt the need to leave his room and go across the hallway to claim the woman in the other room. His wolf was howling to make her theirs, but he refused to give in. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he didn’t trust himself not to hurt her during the next full moon if he did claim her.

He couldn’t stop himself from thinking about her though, and mentally beating himself up over her age even though she was technically an adult in the eyes of Magical Governments all over the world. Merlin, she was beautiful. Just the thought of that curly chocolate colored hair made him want to run his fingers through it. Her strength amazed him as well. Most Elementals couldn’t control their powers fully until later on in their lives and she had barely struggled to contain her anger earlier that night.

In a momentary second of weakness he stood from his bed and walked to the door of his bedroom. He didn’t even hesitate until he had stepped out of his room and ran quietly across the hall to stand in front of her door. Her scent nearly overwhelmed him, his eyes flashing gold before he forcefully shoved Moony back under his skin. Not sure what he should do next, if he should do anything at all, he leaned his forehead against the door. He exhaled a deep breath he hadn’t known he was holding in through his nose. He felt like a teenager again, sneaking out in the middle of the night to do something that would no doubt get him into enormous amounts of trouble.

Noticing where his thoughts were heading he rubbed a rough hand over his face, desperately trying to snap himself out of his hormone driven state. Her parents were asleep down the hall. He hadn’t even properly tried to court her yet. Did they still call it courting? Maybe it was just dating now-a-days. And just because he recognized her as his mate didn’t mean she recognized him. What was he thinking! As the many reasons to turn around and go to bed piled up in his mind the door that he was currently fighting himself not to break through opened.

Hermione stood in the door way of her bedroom, her eyes wide as she looked at the shirtless Professor standing in her path to the kitchen. And no, she most certainly did not notice that he had a rather defined, sculpted torso. Nope, not one bit. She suddenly realized that her own navy blue nightgown wasn’t all that decent either and quickly covered her chest with her arms.

“Remus,” She said quietly, not sure exactly how sound proof the other rooms were, “Did you need me for something? Is Harry all right?”

“No,” Remus began to speak but quickly stopped to clear his throat when his voice came out a little higher than normal, “No, everyone is all right. I was, um, I was wondering-“

The awkwardness of being caught and his own nerves must have been really showing because Hermione began to look concerned.

After clearing his throat again he finally forced out, “I need to talk to you.”

Hermione still looked concerned as she nodded her head, “I was just about to go to the kitchen for some water. Would you like to come with me?”

“Sure!” Remus said a little too quickly, a small blush lighting his cheeks. He really was turning into a teenager.

“Um,” Hermione spoke hesitantly, “Maybe a robe-“

Remus looked down at himself quickly before he looked back up at her with alarmed eyes; like he hadn’t realized that he wasn’t wearing a shirt before.

“Of course, I’ll just go get one.” Remus said before turning and running into his room.

When he came back out, robe securely fastened around his waist, he saw Hermione wearing a sweater over top her nightgown. As they walked down the hallway towards the stair case he just hoped that he was doing the right thing.

Harry groaned as he restlessly tossed and turned in his bed. The links in his mind that connected him to his mates were throbbing. His animal instincts were telling him that he needed to claim them, to solidify the bonds. He groaned as need washed over his body. Gods he needed them to be next to him so badly. He was already hard and no matter how much he tried to get himself off, his body refused to submit to his will.

Finally tossing himself onto his back Harry let out a frustrated groan. He had to try something or he wouldn’t get any sleep tonight. Just as he was going to begin stroking himself one of this links flared to life and he closed his eyes, quickly becoming absorbed in the bond.

He was suddenly not in his room anymore. He was standing in a different room that he had never seen before. The room wasn’t lit making the walls dark grey in color. In front of him was a large four poster bed clothed in blue silk sheets and pillows. Above him the enchanted ceiling glittered with a starry night sky.

Harry was brought out of his musings when he felt someone press up against his back, a nose tracing up his spine between his shoulder blades. His whole body stiffened before his ears focused on the purring noise that was coming from the person behind him. He willed himself to relax as he realized that I t was just one of his mates. This dream world they had somehow created within their link was odd, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to care as he felt the vast amount of skin against his back.

“You never contacted me.” His mate said with a slightly annoyed tone.

Harry recognized Draco’s voice almost instantly. He realized that he started a low growl in throat and immediately stopped. Where the hell had that come from? When he heard Draco whimper lightly at the growl, he reached back and entwined their hands together; trying to comfort the blonde.

“I thought you were tired from making the connection earlier.” Harry said forcing his voice to remain soothing as the creature inside of him calmed down.

He felt an arm hesitantly wrapping itself around his hip and he wondered if the boy behind him knew just who he was touching. Exploring fingers traced over his skin; brushing against his arousal by accident. Harry let out a low moan at the surprise touch and Draco’s hand pulled back to his hip in shock.

Harry wished he was behind his submissive and suddenly found that his wish had come true. At his sudden disappearance Draco looked on either side of him frantically. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s waist, pulling the slightly shorter man into his chest and settled his chin into the crook of the blonde’s neck and shoulder.

“I’m right here.” Harry said quietly into Draco’s ear, making the blonde relax against his chest, “Sorry I’m still getting used to this dream world of ours.”

Draco sank into his dominant’s embrace knowing that he shouldn’t be so comfortable around someone he hadn’t even seen the face of, but finding that he really couldn’t make himself care. He bit his lower lip as he felt something hard press against his lower back. Feeling a little devious he shifted in his mate’s arms, his hips rotating and rubbing his ass against the hardness behind him.

Harry choked at the attention to his cock before letting out a breathy moan and tightening his hands on Draco’s hips, “Oh, don’t do that.”

Draco’s face lit up in a smirk, his lower lip still in between his teeth. Ignoring Harry’s words he ground back against his mate again, harder this time. Harry moaned again and an idea sprung into his head. In retaliation he thrust his hips up in response to Draco’s grinding and lightly bit down on the shoulder he had been resting his chin on. Draco gasped at the dual stimulation and immediately tried to grind back harder only for his hips to be help in tightly to keep them in place.

“Not tonight,” Harry said into Draco’s ear after he let go of the blonde’s shoulder, “Be patient.”

Draco pouted but conceded to his mate’s demands. He looked down at the arms wrapping around his waist. He found that he quite liked the contrasting skin tones; his creamy white and his mate’s darker golden hue.

“How old are you?” Draco found himself suddenly asking. He wanted to know who his mate was, but if his mate didn’t want to tell him he was fine with piecing together the clues himself.

“18.” His mate answered, his voice deeper than Draco’s own, “You’re warm.”

“My species run naturally warmer than most others,” Draco explained even though he wasn’t asked, “So you’re not in school anymore?”

Harry pressed his lips and nose into the skin of Draco’s shoulder. Merlin the blonde smelt good.

“I’m in my last year.” Harry answered, smirking as a shiver ran through Draco’s body in response to the touch of his lips, “It’s a long story.”

“Well we do have time.” Draco said laying his arms on top of Harry’s and entwining their fingers together.

When his mate remained silent Draco began to get nervous that he had crossed some line he hadn’t seen, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pressed.”

“Its fine,” Harry said still mulling over exactly what he was going to tell the Slytherin, “I was adopted and I’ve just recently found out that my date of birth is actually different than what I had been told.”

Sensing his mate’s distress Draco decided against pressing for more answers on the subject. He didn’t think his mate was ready for the ‘How did you become an orphan’ conversation yet.

“What school do you go to?” Draco asked as he lifted one of his mate’s hands and pressed his palm against his own. His mate’s hand was only slightly bigger than his, but his fingers were thicker meant for sports whereas Draco’s long and thin fingers were meant for the piano or the violin.

“Hogwarts.” Harry answered before realizing that he might have just helped Draco in figuring out who he was. He wasn’t sure if he was ready for the blonde’s reaction yet.

Draco’s head was spinning; his mate had been so close this entire time. He could hardly believe it.

“That’s where I go to school.”

“I know.”

Draco’s eyes widened, “You know who I am?”

Harry sighed against Draco’s shoulder, “I recognized your voice.”

The Slytherin felt fear pool in his gut. He had been very cruel to many of the other students at Hogwarts. What if his mate was being kind to him in order to hurt him late and get revenge for some wrong that he had done to him?

“W-was I mean to you?” Draco asked, mentally berating himself when his voice stuttered.

“Yes,” His mate said and instantly Draco’s stomach felt like it was filled with lead.

“I’m sorry.” Draco apologized though he knew that it probably wasn’t even close to easing any pain he had caused.

Harry huffed in amusement, “Its fine now. I started just as many fights as you did.” He paused was a wicked idea came into his mind. He moved until his lips just barely touched Draco’s ear, “Do you not recognize my voice.”

Draco shuddered as pleasure shot down his spine and for a second he wasn’t sure if he could calm down enough to actually process the question he was asked. The voice was familiar, but in this dream world everything sounded off; his voice even sounded odd to his own ears.

“This place makes your voice sound distorted a bit,” Draco explained.

“Hmm,” Harry hummed before saying, “You should go to sleep Draco. You already tired yourself out today.”

Draco quite liked his mate saying his name and was all for trying to start something physical again, but he did feel tired. He could feel his head begin to ache at the strain of keeping the link open and fully connected for so long.

“All right,” He gave in.

Harry chuckled at the put-out tone in his mate’s voice as he pressed a kiss into Draco’s temple, “Good night Draco.”

Then he was lying in his own bed staring up at the ceiling. His erection had gone down while he was stuck in his head and he had found that his entire body was relaxed. It wasn’t long before Harry was sound asleep.

Draco’s eyes shot open after the connection between him and his mate dulled into a restful state. Emptiness settled in his chest and he began to feel loneliness creep up on him. With his parents’ recent annulment of their marriage he wasn’t sure how his family was doing anymore. It didn’t help that he had discovered that his own father was also his mate.

It hadn’t been to figure out. After finding out that his father had felt his mate’s presence on the same night that he had, noticing his father’s repressed dominant urges over him, and over hearing his father say that he felt three bonds in his mind, it had been a matter of putting two and two together. Now Draco wanted to go to his father, to find comfort in the only mate that he had physical access too. He just wasn’t sure he would be wanted or how his mother would react to the new development.

Deciding that he had to try he got out of bed, his pajama pants long enough to cover his feet against the cold air in the house. He walked quietly as he left his room, hoping none of the house elves found him and asked if he needed assistance. He didn’t want to alert the entire manor of his being awake.

It wasn’t an extremely long walk to his father’s room, but he still had goose bumps by the time he reached the closed wooden door. He hesitated briefly before reaching out, turning the doorknob and opening the door as quietly as he could.

The inside of the room was lit only by the moon shining in through the balcony window, but there was still enough light for Draco to see where his father was. The Malfoy patriarch was laying on a large queen sized bed in the middle of the room, his body covered up to his stomach by a white sheet. His long hair, a traditional symbol of status of the head of family, was gathered loosely in a tie so that it wouldn’t get tangled in the night while he slept. Draco sighed quietly in relief when he saw that his father’s normally grey eyes were closed. But would they remain that way? He was about to find out.
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