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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The following morning, Harry and Draco went house-hunting. They looked at both Muggle and Wizarding dwellings, but Draco hated all of them. They were either too small, too quaint, the wrong colour, which Harry insisted could be rectified with a paint job, but Draco insisted that if this was to be their first house together, it had to be perfect. Finally Harry had had enough. He slammed Draco against the wall in the master bedroom of the twelfth house they had visited and held him there by his biceps. "Listen, if none of these houses are good enough for you, why don't you design one and I'll have it built?"

Draco grinned. "You'd do that?"

"Of course, I'm not daft. I don't want to see you cranky anymore, and I'm sick of being dragged around by you, only to find out that nothing suits your tastes."

Draco kissed Harry then, struggling out of his hold and into an embrace. Harry pushed Draco against the wall, snogging him senseless, a knee pressed between his legs, when they were interrupted by a cough from the estate agent.

They apologised profusely and excused themselves, content to walk back to Draco's flat, seeing as how they were already in Muggle London and only a few blocks away.

"Draco, I was just wondering," Harry began, tentatively. "How can you go from shagging God knows how many men you pick up in gay bars to being totally monogamous with me?"

"Harry, it's always been you that I've wanted. Every single one of the blokes I picked up had something about them that reminded me of you, be it the black hair, the green eyes, your build, even similar glasses styles. I'd pretend I was with you every time. I'll swear it under Veritaserum if you want me to. I think this bond has affected my life more than I realised."

"Hrm," Harry murmured thoughtfully. "I still don't want the children staying at your flat during the Holidays. I was just thinking that we might ask my godson, Teddy, if it would be all right for us to stay with them at Grimmauld Place. There's lots of room, and I'm sure if we all pitch in, it wouldn't put Victoire out terribly."

"That would be fine with me," Draco nodded. "I'd rather avoid the Manor at all costs anyway, though I will need to take Scorpius to see his Nana and Papa at least once."

"Nana and Papa?" Harry laughed.

"Yes, what's so funny?"

"I just can't imagine your father being called 'Papa' by anybody."

"Shut it, you. When do you plan to tell your children about their mother's suicide attempt?"

Harry groaned as they arrived at the foot of the stairs leading up to Draco's flat. "I should probably do that soon, yeah?"

Just as they reached the landing, a large tawny owl swooped down and dropped an envelope right on Harry's head before flying away again. It had fallen to the ground and he bent to pick it up. It bore the Hogwarts crest.

"Letter from Hogwarts," he told Draco, as Draco was unlocking the door.

"Well, open it, what's it say? Is it your kids or mine?"

Harry read through the letter with a frown. "It's about James. He's having a disciplinary review. Guess he's been jinxing all of the Slytherin underclassmen and has somehow got in cahoots with Peeves to create a general ruckus and almost trapped a first year Hufflepuff boy in the tunnel beneath the Whomping Willow. According to this, he's not being allowed to stay over the Holidays, and McGonagall wants a private meeting with me to discuss appropriate discipline, or he'll be up for expulsion. Merlin, I don't think even Sirius ever got into trouble this badly."

"Well, it'll be as good a time as any to tell the children about their mother."

Harry groaned again and threw the letter onto the dining table. He sank into one of the cherry-wood framed chairs and put his arms on the table, cradling his head.

"Are you all right, Harry?"

"Just give me a bit and I'll be fine. Would you mind drafting an answer to McGonagall for me, telling her that we'll be by after dinner tonight?"

"Not at all. You rest."

***

Later, Draco, Harry and James were seated before McGonagall's desk in the Headmistress's office.

"I believe I've outlined the reasons you're here, Mr. Potter, but may I ask why Mr. Malfoy is attending your son's disciplinary meeting?"

"Er—" Harry stammered.

"It's the Power of Three Bond, Professor," Draco answered for him. "Happened the last day of the war, but we've only realised it, so James is my responsibility as well."

Professor McGonagall raised a sharp eyebrow behind her square spectacles. "Is that so? I had wondered. Well, be that as it may, we have some serious matters to discuss."

James slouched in his chair, his robes dishevelled, hair sticking out at all ends, and a frown plastered on his face. His eyebrows were furrowed with what Harry recognised as the Weasley temper.

"First," McGonagall began. "All Hogsmeade visits will be suspended for the rest of the school year. Next, you, Mr. James Potter, will serve detention with me every Saturday at ten o'clock, and you will not be allowed to participate on the Gryffindor Quidditch team for the remainder of the school year. If you continue with your buffoonery, you will be expelled, and your father will have to find you another school. Do you understand the seriousness of your offences?"

James grunted and looked anything but repentant.

"I'll talk with him," Harry quickly interjected. "He's had quite a shock, and I'm afraid I have some more news that won't help matters. But first I'd like Lily, Albus, and Scorpius to join us to talk about what has happened."

With these words, James did straighten up, a worry line creasing his brow.

McGonagall frowned but nodded and sent her cat patronus off to the head's of Ravenclaw and Slytherin houses, telling them to send the children up immediately.

Once they were all assembled and three more chairs had been conjured, Harry cleared his throat.

"I hate to have to tell you all this, but your mother, Ginny, is being kept in the Janus Thickey Ward at St. Mungo's after trying and succeeding in intentionally splinching herself. Luckily she only splinched her arm, so they were able to re-attach it, but it looks like she was trying to die."

The children stared wide-eyed at Harry, disbelief etched on their faces, all but James. James was turning red, fuming, tears welling in his eyes.

"It's all your fault, you. Why couldn't you have just stayed normal? Why did you have to become a fucking poof and ruin our family? I hate you!" he said, tears now streaming down his freckled face.

Harry didn't know what to say. He worried his bottom lip, finding himself trembling slightly. He felt that it was his fault, too, but had to be strong in front of the kids. Still, the tears began to fill his eyes as he saw his son in so much pain. "I'm sorry, Jamie. It's just who I really am," he said quietly.

Professor McGonagall cleared her throat. "In light of these tragic events, perhaps it would be prudent for you to take the children home early? After all, the Holiday is only three days from now and classes are nearly over."

Harry thought about Draco's flat and how much it would set James off further. He looked to Draco for support.

"The Weasleys," Draco offered, shrugging his shoulders. "At least until we have a chance to talk with Teddy and Victoire."

"Yeah," Harry agreed. "But what about Scorpius?"

"Oh, I'm sure his Nana would love to see him early this year, especially since he'll not be at the Manor for Christmas day."

"All right," Harry answered. "Professor McGonagall, would it be all right for us to use your Floo to set up arrangements for the children for the next few days? We don't have the accommodations for them ready yet."

"That will be fine, Mr. Potter. Gentlemen and Lily, you may go and get your trunks packed while your fathers call your grandparents."

They all nodded and heavy-headed, trooped down the spiral staircase to do as they were told.

The conversation with Molly Weasley did not go very well at all. She was angry that Harry had kept the Power of Three bond secret from Ginny for so many years, even though he explained that he hadn't known about it. She agreed to take the children on the condition that they return for Boxing Day.

After the arrangements had been made and the children safely Floo'd to their destinations, Professor McGonagall turned to speak with Harry and Draco.

"I am sorry to hear about the dissolution of your families, but I do hope that you find every happiness with each other in the future. Please keep a wary eye over James. I'm very concerned about him."

"Thank you, Professor," Harry offered, and he and Draco returned to Draco's flat to Floo Teddy and make further arrangements.

***

Harry scrubbed hard at his skin under the spray of the shower as if to wash away his woes. The image of James' furious face was painted in his mind and the guilt he felt for causing his family so much grief weighed heavily on him.

Draco stepped in behind him. "Mind if I wash your back?"

"Please," Harry said, grateful not to be alone.

"It isn't your fault, Harry. You didn't make yourself this way; it's how you were born. What James said in McGonagall's office were words of grief from a teenager and you really ought not to take them personally."

"But, Draco. It is my fault. If I had been straight with Ginny from the beginning—"

"Harry, you were seventeen years old. You didn't know what you were doing. Stop blaming yourself for the past, and let's deal with the present together. It'll all work out all right; we just have to stay strong."

Harry turned around to hold Draco and bury his face against his shoulder. "You're right, I know. I wish I could just turn off all of these feelings of guilt and move forward, but it's hard for me."

"I know," Draco said, arms wrapped around Harry's back, massaging his tight muscles. "You're getting pruney in here. Let's get out and have a drink by the fire."

"Okay," Harry said dully. He climbed out of the shower to towel off while Draco had a quick wash.

Soon they were seated together on the white leather couch wearing their dressing gowns and sipping brandy before the fire.

"This brandy doesn't have anything else in it, does it?" Harry asked playfully.

"Just an aphrodisiac," Draco answered, teasing back.

"I can believe that," Harry said, tipping the last bit from his snifter into his mouth and then setting it down on the coffee table. He climbed onto Draco's lap, taking his glass and setting it down before turning back around and cupping Draco's pointed face with his hand.

"You are truly stunning, do you know that? Just looking at you takes my breath away."

Draco smiled. "Potter, that is one of the cheesiest things you've ever said to me, but I feel the same about you. Enough talk, kiss me."

Harry leaned forward and brushed their lips together, teasing lightly at Draco's bottom lip with his tongue. Draco took over the kiss, holding onto Harry around his back and flipping him onto the sofa so that he lay on top, snogging Harry senseless.

Harry brought his legs up around Draco's waist and pulled him closer so that their cocks were pressing against each other. "Mmm, want you," Harry mumbled into Draco's mouth.

"Where's your wand?" Draco asked.

Harry gave him a funny look. "On the table."

Draco reached over and grabbed it. He pointed it toward the bedroom crying, "Accio lube, Accio condom."

The jar and condom packet came whizzing into the room, and Draco deftly caught them with seeker reflexes in the same hand that was holding the wand. He held himself up with his other arm. After setting the items down on the table, he recommenced snogging the stuffing out of Harry.

Harry felt so good lying beneath Draco's weight, having him to grind against. He pulled away and looked into Draco's pupil-blown grey eyes. "Draco, why do you insist on wearing a condom? It's just me, isn't it?"

Draco ground down against Harry, eliciting a gasp from him. "I just don't want to get come all over the furniture and besides, it's more hygienic—" He kissed Harry again. "—and it makes me last longer."

Draco's words and the sound of his voice, deep and husky, made Harry grow even harder, and he moaned, kissing the side of Draco's face and nibbling at his ear.

"Wanna do it here on the sofa, then?" he whispered.

Draco looked up and around the room, spotting his black Bugbear rug in front of the fireplace. "No, let's do it on the floor, in front of the fire."

Harry grinned up at him and let Draco guide him to his feet. They shed their dressing gowns, leaving them draped on the sofa, and walked naked to the rug. Draco stopped to grab the lube and the condom before meeting Harry, dropping them onto the floor within easy reach.

Harry laid down upon the furry skin, marvelling in its softness, offering himself up to Draco and feeling sexier than he ever had before. He watched Draco standing above him, stroking himself to full hardness, gazing at Harry, and the lust for that pink, succulent cock consumed him. Harry drew up his knees and spread his legs, making Draco whimper and fall to his knees before Harry's offering.

Draco nuzzled his face against Harry's thigh, making Harry break out into gooseflesh from the rough sensation of Draco's unshaven cheeks. He lifted his hips slightly, wanting that mouth to encase his cock.

"Tell me what you want, Harry," Draco said, holding on to Harry's knees and placing kisses along the insides of his thighs, first one, then the other.

"Ung, I want your mouth," Harry groaned.

"You have my mouth; where do you want it? Tell me."

"Fuck, I want your mouth on my cock, Draco. Suck me," Harry exclaimed.

"That's more like it," Draco said, descending upon Harry's cock and circling the head along the ridge with his tongue.

Harry lost himself in sensation as that writhing muscle worked his cock up and down its shaft until Draco finally took him into his hot, sucking mouth. Harry cried out thrusting his hips, making Draco hold him down with his hands as he began bobbing his head.

Harry looked down and met those grey eyes, so familiar now, but reminding him of his dream from not so long ago. He was going to come from Draco's gaze, but couldn't bring himself to look away. "Draco—gonna—nggh!" Harry shouted, coming down Draco's throat and loving the sensation of Draco swallowing his come and cleaning his cock with his tongue.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Harry," Draco said, voice sounding low and dangerous so that it sent a thrill of pleasure up his spine.

"Yes, yes, I want you inside me," Harry said, turning his head from side to side, relishing the prospect of being filled.

Harry watched Draco as he chuckled, tearing open the condom wrapper and rolling it down over his shaft, stroking himself as Harry gazed at him. Harry closed his eyes, listening as the jar of lube was unstoppered with a small pop and heard Draco slathering his cock with the slippery concoction.

He felt wet fingers circling his opening and relaxed his body, inviting them inside, sighing as he was penetrated at last and then jerking his eyes open as his prostate was found and stimulated. "Now, Draco. Do it now."

Harry felt his bottom lift slightly as he allowed Draco to guide his legs around Draco's waist, and then he gasped as he was suddenly filled with one swift thrust.

His cock began to harden again as he thought of the one inside him, moving slowly in and out in a gentle rocking rhythm. He looked up to meet Draco's eyes once more and saw pure adoration as well as pleasure on Draco's face, and it filled Harry with such a feeling of warmth as he realised Draco was making love to him, rather than just fucking.

He couldn't help but curl his toes when Draco moved past his prostate with every other stroke. He reached down and began to stroke himself in time with Draco's thrusts, causing Draco to quicken his pace until their flesh was slapping together loudly and both were keening.

Suddenly the flames in the fire went green and Luna came spilling out of the fireplace, spinning in a graceful circle, one hand supporting her round belly.

"Is this a bad time?" she asked, looking down at the joined couple at her feet.

"Luna, turn around," Harry said, exasperated. He hated the sensation of Draco leaving his body, but it happened and happened quickly. Draco grabbed their dressing gowns, pulled off the condom and tossed it on the table, slipped into his gown and handed Harry his.

Once they were tucked away beneath the fabric, Harry said, "Okay, Luna, you can turn around again."

She turned and her smile faded. "Oh, I was hoping to see the end, but needs must."

"What do you want, Lovegood?" Draco asked, picking up the rest of his brandy and draining it.

Luna sighed and turned to Harry. "You missed your appointment this afternoon. I was checking in to make sure everything was going all right, but I can see that it must be. You look very good together."

Harry huffed and poured himself another snifter of brandy from the decanter. "I'd offer you some if you weren't expecting," Harry said, lifting his glass.

"Oh, that's all right. Sit down and let's talk," she said, taking a seat in Draco's matching armchair and gesturing the men to the sofa.

Harry looked over to Draco and shrugged. They sat down and looked to Luna expectantly.

"Hermione told me about Ginny," Luna explained. "I'm just wondering how you're holding up, Harry, though it appears that you're doing quite well under the circumstances."

"I'm all right," Harry said, taking a sip from his snifter. "A bit shocked though and pissed off. I don't understand how she could do such a selfish thing to her children just to get back at me."

"Grief affects us all differently, Harry," Luna said sagely. "I am glad to hear that she wasn't successful in taking her life, but it is sad that she felt she needed to. How are your children doing; have you told them?"

"We told them this evening at a disciplinary meeting for James. It seems he's been getting into a lot of trouble since I took up with Draco. Lily and Albus seem to have taken the news as well as can be expected, but I'm worried about James. He's sensitive, like his mother and spitefully angry. He blames me for it."

Luna nodded. "You know, you do need to keep a watchful eye on him. As I said, grief affects each person differently, but the way he's exhibiting self-destructive behaviours suggests that he might be a danger to himself or others. If you need a Mind Healer for him, Susan Bones specialises in teenagers."

"Thank you, Luna. I just might look her up. I've got to do something with him before he gets himself expelled from Hogwarts." Harry downed a large gulp of brandy, letting the warmth flood his senses and distract him from the pain of the conversation.

"Well, you two seem to be holding up well enough, so I'll let you get back to what you were doing. I'm only a Floo away if you need me though," she said, struggling to her feet, her long blue robes clinging to her belly.

"We'll remember that," Draco offered sarcastically.

Luna gave them a wink and took some of the Floo powder from the penis bowl and tossed it in the fire. She disappeared in a wave of green flames.

Draco picked up Harry's wand and closed the Floo connection. "Why didn't you seal the Floo after talking with Teddy?"

"I didn't even think about it. I had a lot on my mind."

"Oh, well," Draco said with a sigh. "Out of all of your friends, Lovegood's the best of them to keep quiet about what she walked into."

Harry smirked, finishing off his drink and setting down the glass. "Bedroom?" he asked.

Draco growled and tackled him to his back on the sofa again. "Yes, I think the bedroom is where we should keep these activities as long as our kids are growing up." He sat back and pulled Harry up with him, helping him to his feet.

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