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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79707 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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We have now planned out almost every scene for the rest of the story (and trust us when we say that is a lot of scenes), but we have started writing again. We are currently working on chapter 74, so we have plenty to keep sending your way, so hopefully we can keep his updates weekly for now.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 66 - Consent to Kiss
Despite the drama and upset of the day before, Harry’s mood was lifted dramatically when he got a letter from Micha on Friday morning. From the contents, he assumed that it had been sent a few days earlier, because it told him, in far more detail than Harry really wanted to know, about how Micha had managed to sleep with Damon without freaking out.
He thought it was pretty sweet how Micha wrote about Damon, he was clearly so loved up with his dominant; however, it made him miss Fenrir a lot, almost enough to ask permission to go to the territory but he knew he couldn’t keep disappearing off, even if he did have permission.
The three pups had also slept in their forest room again, so were well rested, and seemed to have decided to just not discuss either Clay’s punishment or Harry’s vow; though that would be sorely tested that evening when Clayton had to go to the first of his detentions with McGonagall.
Harry felt bad that he hadn’t talked to Remus properly since they had returned from the full moon, but it had been a really very eventful week; he hadn't had time to visit his Dad either and promised himself that he would find time to do so soon. He had Quidditch practice that evening, however, and so at the end of their Defence Against the Dark Arts class, just before lunch, Harry told Clay, Draco and Theo to go on without him.
All three of his friends had been rather hesitant about leaving him; they all knew that Harry tended to get into trouble even with them there and so none of them wanted to leave him alone, even if he was in the company of a teacher. However, at Harry’s stern look to the three of them they begrudgingly filed out of the room, though Harry knew that Clay would be waiting for him outside the door.
“Harry, you should probably get to lunch,” Remus said, when he saw that the teenager was hanging back. “Unless there was something you wanted to speak to me about,” he added when Harry left his packed bag on his chair and moved towards the desk at the front of the classroom.
“I was kind of hoping that we could talk over lunch here,” Harry requested, “or else in your office. But if you are busy...”
“No, no, not at all,” Remus said quickly, a genuine smile upon his face. “I had a highly exciting pile of first year essays to read, but I think I will just about manage to put those off until tomorrow,” he explained sarcastically.
“Oh well I will leave you to it then, professor,” Harry joked, with a big grin, turning to go and pick up his bag.
“Sit down, Harry,” Remus said with a chuckle and a roll of his eyes, summoning a chair across his desk from him for the teenager to sit in. Calling for an elf, the professor had a platter of sandwiches brought for them. Harry even requested that the elf take a few to Clayton, who he knew would be sat outside waiting for him.
“Thanks, sir,” Harry said, helping himself to one and sitting down across from Lupin. “So, how was your full moon?” he asked casually, thinking it probably hadn’t been half as eventful as the pack’s had been.
“Much as it always is,” Remus said a little dismissively. He found that he was actually reluctant to admit to the young man in front of him that he was still taking the wolfsbane potion, despite the warnings that he had been given. Remus didn’t want to risk Harry injuring himself again just to prove a point.
“Where did you even go?” Harry asked curiously, unable to remember whether Lupin had ever actually told him; he was concerned that the professor had spent the night in a cage or something. Now he knew what it felt like to be with a pack and run free he would never go back to his silver cage.
“The shrieking shack,” Remus told him. “Perhaps not the most comfortable of locations to spend an evening, but at least when I am there, I am sure that I will not be a danger to anyone.”
“Hmmm,” Harry said with obvious scepticism, as he helped himself to another sandwich, mostly time to give himself a few moments to think.
“I am sure you are about to suggest I spend the next one with the pack,” Remus said before the teenager could go on, “but I am not ready for that just yet. I am enjoying our chats but I would really rather you didn’t push this matter.”
“Yeah, okay, fine,” Harry agreed reluctantly; it was clear that if the professor was going to join them, and he still thought that that would happen eventually, that he would have to be patient. “I’m enjoying our chats too, by the way.”
“So care to tell me what happened on your full moon?” Remus asked curiously. “I take it something happened given you didn’t return on Monday.” He had been wanting to ask all week, but there had never seemed to be a good time and he hadn’t wanted to push the matter before Harry was ready to tell him.
“Oh that, Dumbledore didn’t tell you then?” Harry asked. He had assumed that Dumbledore would have explained it to the professors, but it seemed that, if he had, Lupin was being left out of the loop.
“The headmaster isn’t exactly being forthcoming with information anymore,” Remus told him with a frown. Dumbledore had more or less been avoiding him lately it seemed, though Remus wasn’t exactly sure why.
“Because you’re not on his side anymore, you’re one of us,” Harry said, very matter-of-factly.
“I suspect that is at least part of it,” Remus nodded in agreement. “So, what did happen.”
“We were attacked,” Harry told him bluntly. “Romy’s family brought some guys in a weird uniform and met us at the school gates. We didn’t even get back to territory; spent the night in the forbidden forest.”
“What!?” Remus exclaimed in horror, leaning forward on his desk. “Harry, that’s…”
“We’re all fine and we didn’t hurt anyone,” Harry interrupted, before the professor could start criticising and telling him how bad it was. “Fenrir is a good Alpha, he wouldn’t let us hurt anyone.”
“Do you not understand how dangerous that could have been for all the teachers and students here?” Remus asked, running his hand over his face. It seemed that they had been lucky this time, given no one had been hurt, but it horrified him that apparently Dumbledore knew about this and hadn’t seemed to have done anything about it.
“Fen had control, he wouldn’t have let anything happen,” Harry assured him with complete certainty; he trusted his mate as their Alpha without question. “And anyway, we didn’t have a choice, we were attacked, we didn’t have time to get to the clearing.”
“I admire that you trust him so explicitly Harry, however I do not have that faith in him,” Remus said with a frown, not liking the fact that there had been several werewolves roaming free on school grounds the night of the full moon.
“Do you care at all that we were attack by long robed wizards that tried to kill us? Romy was hit by the Cruciatus Curse!”
“Of course I care!” Remus insisted, truly horrified to hear that someone had used an unforgivable curse on a fourteen year old girl, werewolf or not. “Who were these people, the ones that attacked you? And you say Romy’s parents brought them there?”
“Her biological parents,” Harry confirmed with a nod, “and her little shit of a brother.”
“Language, Harry,” Remus said, though his tone was fairly dismissive, as though he had chastised him more out of habit than true annoyance.
“But I have no idea who the people in the black robes were,” Harry went on. “They had this weird insignia on their robes too; it looked like a W with an arrow through it. Have you ever seen it before?”
“Not that I am aware of, though it does sound vaguely familiar,” Remus said with a thoughtful frown on his face and he leaned back in his chair. “Would you like me to look into it?”
“If you can do so without raising too many questions, then sure,” Harry said with a grateful smile. “That would be great really, because I have no idea where to start.”
“And Romy’s parents?” Remus asked, wanting to make sure that the threat was gone and what had happened this full moon wasn’t going to happen again.
“They’re gone,” Harry said sternly. “They’re alive,” he added at the look of horror on Remus’ face, “or at least they were the last time we saw them, but I am fairly sure that they got the message that they aren’t welcome around here anymore and Dumbledore won't let them back on the grounds.”
“I will see what I can do about helping you but for now we have run out of time,” the professor told him, sounding actually a little sad about this. He was finding himself looking forward to these times when he and Harry could sit and talk, and was glad that the teenager felt able to seek him out to do so.
“Yeah and Clay is waiting for me outside,” Harry told him. He knew that despite having told his friend to go have lunch, there is no way that he would have gone further than the corridor. “Romy too by now,” he added with a smile, knowing his pack sister would have come looking for them.
“Indeed,” Remus said with a smile, knowing how protective the pups were of each other. “Well, I hope we get this opportunity again soon,” he said earnestly.
“I’m sure we will,” Harry said with a smile, standing up. “Oh and professor, please don’t take the potion anymore, I don’t want you hurt.” Lupin might not have openly confessed that he had been taking it still, but Harry was fairly sure he was.
“I appreciate the concern but I am fine,” Remus said, his expression suddenly seriously. He knew that Harry was just trying to help him, but the fact that the pack would never let him continue to take the potion was still one of the main reasons he was resistant to joining them. He just didn’t trust himself not to hurt someone.
“If you’re taking that potion, then you aren’t,” Harry told him, and Remus found that he was actually jealous of the certainty with which the teenager said that.
“Have a good afternoon, Harry,” he said. Harry gave him a smile and a nod, grabbing his bag from the chair where he had left it.
“You too, Professor,” the teenager said, with a wave of his hand, as he left the room.
FGHP
Harry had managed to find a few minutes to quickly visit his Dad that evening, before he hurried out of the castle and down to the Quidditch pitch for their weekly practice session. As usual, Quidditch practice that evening was bitterly cold, and yet the team captain, Adrian, insisted upon putting them through their paces. Secretly Harry was rather glad that they were out there for so long; he had been hopeful that Cedric, who had been sat in the stands as usual, would have given up and gone inside to get warm, though apparently the head boy was determined.
“Your stalker just won’t give up tonight,” Draco said as he flew up by Harry, who was scanning the pitch in the growing darkness for the golden snitch.
“I thought the cold would have sent him inside ages ago,” Harry admitted with a half shrug, still scanning the pitch for any sign of the little golden ball, although at this point he thought that he was unlikely to find it with what little was left of the day’s light.
“Pucey is shouting us in, you ready to call it a night?” Draco asked as he watched the others glide gracefully to the ground.
“Yeah, think so,” Harry said with a resigned sigh. He had been tempted to stay up there a little longer, hoping that Cedric would leave, but that seemed to be a vain hope and would just mean that he would end up talking to the head boy alone, rather than with Draco there.
Besides, it was really very cold now and his prolonged use of his father’s wolfsbane potion meant that his body had poor temperature control; that combined with his inability to feel pain that would tell him when he needed to warm up, meant that it was probably wise for him to go back inside with the others.
“What do you bet lover boy is waiting for you at the exit of the changing rooms?” Draco asked with an amused smirk, as they both landed on the ground, getting off of their brooms.
“Not funny, Draco,” Harry said humourlessly. “Care to help me get around having to see him again?” he asked hopefully, remembering how Draco had helped him sneak back up to the castle without Cedric seeing him the week before.
“Nope,” Draco said with a smug smile. “I am not going to start doing that for you every week, so you will just have to be a brave boy and actually talk to him. When was the last time you even actually spoke to him?”
“Well he sent me a card for Valentines but before that… when he found out what I am I guess,” Harry said, trying to think if he had spoken to Cedric since he had bumped into him in the Owlery and couldn’t think of an occasion.
“Then you need to talk to him,” Draco said dismissively as they headed into the changing rooms, most of the team already there, changing. “I don’t think he’s going to stop stalking you until you do. You told him what you are and who you are dating and that wasn’t enough to get him to back off; this obviously isn’t a problem that is going to go away.”
“Yeah, I guess,” Harry said with a sigh as he brought his jumper up over his head, discarding it on one of the wooden benches.
“Whoa, what the hell happened to you?” Draco asked as he caught sight of Harry’s back that had little cuts and a few scratches covering it.
“What do you mean?” Harry asked, turning around, at which point Draco spotted the numerous bruises all over his chest, even the hints of them peeking over the waistband of his trousers on his hips and on his wrists too.
“You look like you’ve gone a couple rounds with the giant squid and lost,” Draco said, shaking his head as he pulled on a clean shirt. He hated putting clean clothes on without showering first, but it was too cold to use the showers in the changing room, so that would have to wait until they got back up to the castle.
“More like a couple rounds with Fen and won several earth shattering orgasms,” Harry said, smiling fondly at the memory of the time he had spent alone with his mate during his unplanned return to the territory.
“If I hadn’t seen how loved up you two were I’d be worried,” Draco said as the majority of the team started to leave.
“Some people still are, regardless,” Harry said with a frown, motioning to where Cedric was standing at the door into the changing rooms; it seemed that the head boy had come in to see what was taking so long, given the rest of the team were leaving, and was now standing looking at Harry with a good deal of concern.
“Harry… I…” Cedric said, clearly struggling to find the words. He had heard what the Malfoy boy had been saying as he had waited by the door and he had needed to see for himself. He had had his suspicions about what was happening but now, looking at the teenager's torso, he was horrified to see that his suspicions were confirmed.
“Don’t Cedric, he isn’t hurting me,” Harry said impatiently, giving up on changing his trousers at all now that the head boy had barged in; he certainly had no intention of exposing himself in any way while Cedric was there.
“The bruises say different,” the head boy argued, gesturing to Harry and the marks that covered his petite body. He felt so angry, and scared for the young man he had come to care for.
“What do you want me to say, Cedric?” Harry demanded to know, as he hurriedly pulled on the jumper that he had been wearing before practice. “That he fucked me so hard that I screamed but loved every minute of it? Do you want me to tell you that he’s such an intense and passionate lover that he didn’t even notice that he did this to me because he was too focused on giving me my fifth, sixth and seventh orgasm?”
Harry grabbed up his quidditch uniform, stuffing it into his bag, throwing it over his shoulder and picking up his broom before rounding on Cedric again. “He isn’t hurting me, the bruises you see are ones that I wanted, they show that he has claimed me and I am happy to have been claimed,” Harry declared before storming passed him and out of the changing room.
“Harry…” Cedric called, as he chased after him.
“ARR!” Harry all but screamed in frustration, rounding on the head boy. “Draco was right, you are a stalker!” he said angrily, glaring at Cedric as the Hufflepuff caught up with him.
“I am just worried…” he tried to explain.
“Yeah, well don’t be,” Harry told him huffily, turning on his heels and heading off towards the castle again. He felt bad not waiting for Draco, meaning the blond would have to walk up to the castle by himself, but he just couldn’t stand to listen to Cedric for a moment longer.
“For what it’s worth, I don’t think you need to be concerned about him,” Draco said completely calmly as he walked past the stunned and worried looking head boy. “I am pretty sure that Fenrir Greyback, as scary as he might be, is pretty smitten.”
And with that Draco hurried off after Harry, leaving Cedric standing alone in the middle of the school grounds as the last of the daylight faded. He was thoroughly confused and, despite Harry and Draco’s reassurances, worried. Harry might not want protecting, but he was determined to do what he could regardless; he wouldn’t let Harry be hurt again.
FGHP
Lukas really did feel bad for having worried the pack with his absence on Valentine’s Day and the day after; it hadn’t been his intention, but the way that Fenrir had spoken with him, after returning Harry to school, had made it very clear that he was expected to keep the Alpha informed of his whereabouts in the future.
Lukas had apologised, and explained about the young lady he was seeing; it just felt wrong to hide it from Fenrir any longer. It wasn’t as though he was at all ashamed of Nell. He had been quite momentarily surprised when the Alpha had simply stated that he already knew. Apparently not just from what Harry had told Fenrir he had witnessed, but it seemed that the Alpha’s nose had been good enough to pick up Nell’s scent on him.
He wasn’t entirely convinced that Fenrir approved of him dating a human, someone who wasn’t a werewolf, but the Alpha had not told him to end it; this was fortunate given he would have refused anyway. He did, therefore, discreetly inform the Alpha that he would be spending his Saturday with Nell, at her house.
Micha and Tessie were distracted taking care of Jaylon, the young man still too nervous to let anyone else even get close to him; though Lukas thought that he was doing surprisingly well, all things considered. Fenrir was clearly missing Harry, because the Alpha had headed back off into the woods to work on his platforms once more, leaving Jenson to watch over the clearing; though the Beta seemed far more intent on fussing over Callie.
Damon had left earlier that morning; Lukas assumed that it was to take care of his business interests, though he wasn’t entirely sure what the older dominant actually did for a living. However, with everyone else preoccupied, and his prior permission from the Alpha, it was not difficult for Lukas to get away from the territory without raising questions.
“Hi,” Nell greeted as she opened her front door, clearly pleased to see him. “Come in,” she insisted, waving him inside and shutting the door behind him.
“Sorry I’m a little late,” Lukas said; he had been rushing around and wanting to make sure the other pack members would be okay without him in the territory before he’d left. “Had a few family problems,” he explained.
“No problem, you’re here now,” Nell said happily, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. Lukas returned the embrace, holding on to her waist, pulling her into him, loving the feel of her against him.
“So what have you got planned for us today?” Lukas asked, breaking the kiss, knowing that if they carried on like this then they’d end up in bed rather than doing whatever activity Nell had planned.
“I was kind of thinking we could just stay here,” she suggested a little shyly. “We have been out quite a bit, and I just thought a day at home might be nice. We could, I dunno, watch a movie, or play a game… It’s stupid, isn’t it? What do you want to do?”
“No, it sounds great,” Lukas insisted, stealing another kiss. “A day at home with you sounds just about perfect. I am a bit out of touch with movies the last few years though, so I might have to let you pick.”
“What kind of movies do you like to watch?” she asked as she took him by the hand and led him towards down the hall towards the kitchen. Her house was fairly small, but it was plenty big enough for just her, but this was the first time Lukas had been there and she thought that a little tea would help them both relax.
“Erm… this probably sounds really stupid but I don’t actually know,” Lukas said, feeling somewhat awkward; he hadn’t actually ever watched a movie before, given he had been raised in a magical family and it hadn’t really occurred to him to give it a try since leaving home.
“What do you mean, you don’t know?” Nell asked with a chuckle as she picked up the kettle and went to fill it at the tap. “How about you just tell me what your favourite film is?” she suggested as she flicked the switch on the kettle and retrieved a couple of mugs, a teapot and some tea from a cupboard.
“Would you think me a complete freak if I told you that I haven’t actually ever watched one?” Lukas asked, giving her a wry smile, as he leaned against the wall, watching Nell go about making them some tea.
“Seriously?” she asked, quickly turning to look at him with wide, surprised eyes.
“Seriously,” he confirmed. “Just sort of never got around to it. Though I suppose that means you can introduce me to your favourites today,” he added with a true smile, which Nell returned instantly.
“In that case I insist we start with a real classic,” Nell told him. “I am going to introduce you to the wonder that is Star Wars. Though, perhaps not all three films in a row,” she added thoughtfully, “but we will start with the first one, then maybe stop and do something else, you might hate it anyway, and we don’t have to watch it at all…”
Lukas stepped up closer to his rambling girlfriend and took her head between his hands, at which point she paused. “Let’s watch this Star Wars and go from there,” he said, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her lips. “If you love it, then I am sure I will too.”
“Well, I do love them, but they are kind of old now, and lots of people think they are weird, because they are kind of sci-fi and fantasy, and not really everyone’s cup of tea, and you can just watch the first one on its own, but then if we watch the second one then we will really have to watch the third one, and that is something like nine hours of movies, which is…”
Lukas laughed and pressed his finger to Nell’s lips, putting a stop to her rambling once more. “Let’s start with the first one,” he suggested. “Let’s sit down with some tea and watch this movie of yours and I promise I will let you know if I don’t like it.”
“Yeah, okay, we can do that,” Nell agreed, chuckling too. Lukas really did have a way of making her feel so nervous, and then the words just seemed to pour out of her. “Tea,” she said suddenly, as the kettle clicked off. She went to pull away to go pour it into the teapot but Lukas kept hold of her, stealing another kiss, before he let her return to the kettle.
FGHP
Lukas found the whole experience of watching a film quite interesting, and he felt himself being pulled into the story, much like he had with some books he had read. It helped that Nell obviously loved the film, and he suspected that she had watched it rather a large number of times, given that she was quoting some lines verbatim.
They had had to pause a few times to fetch more tea, but other than that they had sat curled up on the couch together watching. It was certainly a story like no other that Lukas had ever experienced before, though he did enjoy it.
“So… did you like it?” Nell asked nervously, as the credits began to roll. She thought that her boyfriend had, but she tended to get caught up in the moment when watching her favourite movies, and so she had to be sure.
“I did,” Lukas assured her. “Though, I can’t help but wonder if you just want me for my name,” he added with a teasing smile. “And here was me thinking you loved me for my tea addiction, but no you just wanted your own Luke.”
“I do not,” Nell protested with a laugh, giving him a playful shove. “I will have you know that I was attracted to you before I even knew your name; and I would love you just the same if you were called Herbet… probably.”
Lukas couldn’t help but laugh at that, pulling Nell half on top of him and kissing her passionately. “So, you’re not going to let me name our first born son Herbert? What if I like the name Herbert?” he asked as they came up for air; however, the grin on his face told Nell that he was joking. “Sorry, that was probably… inappropriate… and presumptive,” he added, a blush on his cheeks
“No, it’s okay,” Nell said, cuddling up against his chest, blushing a little at the thoughts that his words had put in her mind. “I actually like that you are thinking about a future, one with me in it. But definitely no naming children Herbert,” she added, sitting up just enough to give him a stern look.
“So you actually love me for my brilliant mind?” Lukas asked teasingly. “Nothing to do with my name?”
“Nope, just want you for your body,” Nell said with a giggle, tracing her fingers over the muscled chest she could feel beneath his t-shirt. “Though I suppose I am pretty fond of your mind too.”
“Hmmm, I guess I believe you,” he said with a smile and a chuckle, as he pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “I definitely want to see the other ones you mentioned, by the way, the sequels,” he told her. “Though, perhaps we could get something to eat, maybe even play a game for a little while first,” he suggested. He thought that Nell had been right in saying that nine hours worth on movies in one sitting would be a bit much.
“Yes,” Nell said with a grin. “Pizza, we should get pizza,” she suggested, all but jumping up from where she was leaning against Lukas, and starting to hunt for a menu in a drawer. “You do like pizza, right?” she asked over her shoulder.
“Sure,” Lukas told her, sitting up on the couch. He loved how excited Nell sometimes get over the simplest of things.
“Wait… you have had pizza before right?” Nell asked, with a small frown upon her face. It seemed so implausible to her, but the way that Lukas had said sure, had been so uncertain.
“I don’t think that I’ve had the pleasure,” Lukas admitted, getting the impression that she was going to think him even more weird that she already did; he vaguely wondered how many more eccentricities she would have to discover before she decided that he was simply too weird even for her.
“Wow, seriously…?” Nell asked with a laugh. “Are you from the dark ages?” There seemed to be so many things that were every day to her that Lukas has apparently just never experienced.
“Well, if it can’t be cooked on a camp fire I don’t tend to eat it,” Lukas said before realising what it was that he had said. He had of course cooked things in his home before he had joined the pack, though it had been simple, familiar things, and certainly nothing so muggle as pizza.
“A camp fire?” Nell asked, stopping her search for the menu to turn and check whether Lukas was simply pulling her leg. It seemed a very strange thing for him to have specified.
“Yes, my family and I… we do a lot of camping,” he explained, thinking that telling her that they outright lived in the middle of a forest would take more explaining that he was really ready to give just yet.
“You never struck me as the camping kind,” Nell commented, as she went back to looking for the menu, finding it a few seconds later.
“We spend more time camping than anything else,” Lukas admitted, as his girlfriend headed back across the room, and took a seat in his lap so that he could see the menu as well. “I am always most comfortable outside; all my family are.”
“I see,” Nell said, thinking it over. She was definitely more a curl up in front of the television kind of girl, most of the time anyway, but she wouldn’t hold Lukas’ preferences against him. “Is that why you haven’t taken me to meet your family before? Did you think I wouldn’t like it?”
“They are pretty weird, even by my standards,” Lukas told her. “I mean, you kind of met my nephew in passing. Tripping up on your way into a room, before running out again, isn’t the typical way to meet people that your family members are dating.”
“I am pretty sure he didn’t deliberately barge in on us like that, not given the expression of horror on his face,” Nell said with a chuckle, a blush on her cheeks at the memory. “But if you are worried, maybe we could go meet my family first.”
“I… I suppose that might work,” Lukas said a little hesitantly. It wasn't that he was against meeting her family per say, just more concerned that they wouldn't like him and would be against him dating Nell; he didn't want to lose her.
“Why, Lukas, are you nervous?” Nell asked, a teasing grin on her face as she looked up at him over her shoulder. “They will love you; you are well educated and financially stable, handsome, well spoken, polite, considerate and spoil me rotten.”
“Well at least I have one or two things going for me then,” Lukas said, stealing a chaste kiss. “Though I suspect the fact that I have this unquenchable desire to remove all your clothing and kiss every inch of you would probably count against me.”
“Well, perhaps just don’t mention that to my Dad,” Nell suggested. “Or my mother for that matter.”
“What a brilliant plan,” Lukas said. “Okay, I will be brave and we can meet with your parents, just let me know when.”
“Really? Okay, well I will set something up,” Nell said obviously pleased at her boyfriend’s agreement. “But for now, pizza, which one do you want?” she asked, opening the menu up for him to see properly.
“What would you recommend?” Lukas asked, curious to try many of the things listed but keen to see which were Nell’s favourites.
“Well, my favourite is the meat feast, extra sausage,” she said, looking over her shoulder, with a salacious look in her eyes. “But then I guess you could have figured that out,” she added with a wink, and Lukas didn’t miss the way her eyes flicked down his body for a second before looking back up at him with a teasing grin.
“Pizza first, then I promise you can have as much of that particular sausage as you like,” he told her as his trousers became slightly tighter in places; he couldn’t help but think that they probably weren’t going to find time to watch any more movies if Nell had her way, and he wasn’t complaining about that either.
FGHP
For once, the three pups really didn’t have anything that they had to be doing. It was Saturday, so no classes, they had the majority of their homework up to date and they didn’t have any detentions or meetings that they had to attend. As such, they had yet to actually leave the sanctuary of their forest room, other than to occasionally nip a few doors down to use the bathroom there.
They had skipped breakfast and were debating whether or not they were hungry enough to bother going to lunch; they hadn’t actually tried calling any house-elves into the room, but it seemed like an unnecessary risk given they didn’t know what effect that might have on the wards, if it even worked at all.
The elves' loyalty would also be to the headmaster and not to them so it really wasn’t a risk that they wanted to take. It was going to the Great Hall or going hungry, and none of them really wanted to leave their little sanctuary, even with their stomachs growling hungrily.
“I am tempted to try and sneak to the kitchens,” Clay said, lying on his back, his hands tucked behind his head, as he stared up at the false sky above him, “but knowing my luck I would come across Weasley and end up with another year’s worth of detentions.”
“Well you did nearly kill the boy, Clayton,” Romy said, from where she was sat with her back against a tree and her nose in a book. “I hope you realise how lucky you were only getting detentions.”
“Yeah, I know,” Clay said dismissively, “it’s just that Weasley has a really punchable face.”
“Well you can’t almost kill him every time that you bump into him,” Harry said pointedly, “that could get tedious, not to mention messy.”
“Well if it gets old, I can just turn my attentions to his cronies,” Clay said turning his head to smirk in Harry’s direction, grinning when he saw his friend roll his eyes.
“That is not really the point, Clayton,” Romy said with stern disapproval. “Besides, that Finnegan guy doesn’t seem so bad,” she pointed out.
“He’s still a Gryffindor,” Clay spat out, not liking that his pack sister was defending one of Ron Weasley’s friends.
“Erm… Clay…” Harry said, sounding rather amused, “so are you.”
“You know what I mean,” Clay said with a wave of his hand, before tucking it back behind his head. “I’m not really one of them, am I.”
“No, I suppose not,” Harry said, sounding a little worried. “I was meaning to talk to you about that really; about what’s going on and if things are that bad between you and all of the Gryffindor's, I mean.”
“It’s fine, Harry,” Clay insisted rather bluntly, not wanting either to talk about it or for Harry to start worrying about him. “I have classes with you, and I live here, I really don’t care what the rest of that house think of me.”
“Clay, we just want you to be happy,” Romy said, putting her book down next to her and watching her cousin closely. “I mean, Harry made friends with Draco and Theo, I have Luna and Astoria, and while they are friends with all of us now, I wish you had someone too.”
“I have you two,” Clay said defensively, sitting up and glaring at Romy. “I have my Dad and the pack; I don’t need to make friends with any of those people.”
“Well of course you have us,” Harry said with a sigh. “But I just wish you would tell us what’s going on that seems to have the other Gryffindor's so against you.”
“Is this all Weasley’s doing?” Romy questioned. It was clear that the redhead had a fairly high standing within the Gryffindor's but it still seemed a bit much for Clay to have been ostracised simply because Ron Weasley had said so.
“It’s because I spend all my time with you,” Clay snapped suddenly, giving Harry a pointed look. “You are best friend’s with Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be the Gryffindor enemy number one, and you are a Slytherin yourself, and yet I spend all my time with you, so they see me as a traitor,” he ranted. “But I don’t care!” he all but shouted. “I am here to protect you and if that means being hated by half the school and being tortured by half the staff then so be it!”
“Clay…” Romy said softly, as Harry simply stared at him in shock. “Is this Umbridge…?”
“You haven’t had detention with her for a while,” Harry said, a pinched expression on his face. He hated that Clay had been hurt, least of all in the name of protecting him. “Please talk to us, Clay,” he begged.
“Yeah, because you were so bloody forthright with all your secrets,” Clay grumbled under his breath.
“Forthright…?” Romy said with a small amused smile. “I think you have been spending too much time with me after all,” she said, getting to her feet and moving over to take a seat next to her seriously pissed off looking cousin and linking her hand with his in an effort to calm his building temper.
“I have been telling you everything since I told you about the vow,” Harry said softly. He was so glad that they were being truthful now, and he really wanted Clay to tell him what was going on with him too. He had a horrible feeling in his gut that something more was being done to Clay than him simply being made to use that awful blood quill.
“McGonagall isn’t…?” Romy asked, looking at Clay with wide eyes. She didn’t think that the transfiguration professor was the type to do something so unethical but she had to ask.
“No, she is far too correct about things,” Clay said with a sigh, shaking his head.
“Then…?” Harry said, wanting to ask who it was who was hurting his friend, but Clay was clearly not having any of it and cut him off.
“I don’t want to talk about it,” Clay said defensively. If it hadn’t have been for holding hands with Romy then he might have thought about storming off; he didn’t want to talk about it at all really. However, such an affectionate gesture, initiated by Romy, was so rare that Clay didn’t want to squander it.
“Please talk to us,” Romy pleaded. She hated seeing Clay like this and knew that it would be good for him to open up and talk to them both but she knew that she was the one that he was likely to listen to. As much as Clay loved Harry, he only really listened to her.
Clay sighed, looking at the girl who he had fallen so deeply in love with, wanting her to tell him that it was alright, that he didn’t have to say anything. He knew, however, that they wouldn’t just let it go; they wanted to know too badly, they wanted him to talk to them. “Fine,” he said softly, “I’ll tell you in exchange for one kiss.” To him it seemed like the most likely thing for her to refuse, and then he could refuse to talk in turn.
Harry looked to Romy, a small smirk in place. “Well he isn’t getting it from me,” he said trying to suppress him amusement at the situation but failing miserably.
Romy glared at them both in turn before letting out a sigh of defeat, knowing that this was the quickest and easiest way to get what they wanted. It wasn’t as if she was opposed to the idea of kissing Clayton, he was a very attractive guy after all. “Okay, fine,” Romy said pointedly, “but you have to talk to us, no backing out, if you do then you won’t be getting any more kisses from me ever,” she bargained.
“Seriously?” Clay asked, staring at her in shock, never having thought that there was even a slight chance of her actually agreeing to this.
“Seriously,” Romy said with a roll of her eyes. She had been looking forward to turning the tables on Clay like this from the moment she had decided to give him a chance on Valentine’s Day; it was all she could do to contain her amusement at the expression on his face.
“Fine,” Clay said, trying to look calm and relaxed despite feeling anything but that. “But then I want a proper kiss, with tongue,” he said, wondering if he was pushing his luck; he was definitely torn, given that he really didn’t want to talk but it genuinely might be worth it for a true kiss with the girl he loved.
“Oh fine then,” Romy said, moving from his side so that she was knelt in front of him, with a soft smile on her face, clearly waiting for him to act.
“You have to ask me,” Clay told her, sounding like he might still be slightly in shock from her agreement to do this. But he had to be absolutely sure that this was something she wanted. “I said I wouldn’t until you asked me,” he reminded her, when she just looked confused.
“Fine,” she said, as though it was some arduous task, but she had an affectionate smile on her lips. Taking a calming breath, and trying to ignore the way that her heart was hammering in her chest, Romy made herself speak. “Kiss me, Clayton,” she said softly, “I want you to.”
Clay’s breath almost caught in his throat as he heard her words, and for a moment he actually wondered if he was going to be able to go through with it, given how stunned and breathless he felt. However, there was no way that he would miss his chance, and so, reaching out and gently threading his fingers through her hair, he cupped the back of her head in his palm.
“With pleasure,” he whispered, as he leaned forward and pressed their lips together so gently that they were barely more than brushing against each other’s.
“I’m just going to turn around and look at this really interesting tree for a few minutes,” Harry said hastily, turning on the spot as a blush spread over his whole face; he was glad that the two of them were figuring things out, but he definitely didn’t feel the need to actually see it.
It was Romy who took the chance and deepened the kiss, her hands resting on each of Clayton’s shoulders, her eyes closed and his scent overwhelming her as his tongue came out to meet hers. This was the kiss she had been waiting for; she had suspected that the one with Draco had been all wrong and that the one in the library had been merely a taste, but this was the confirmation of it.
Clay’s other arm moved around her waist as they both moved up onto their knees, instinctively wanting to get closer to one another, as they kissed a little experimentally, trying to figure out what the other liked, trying to get the responses they wanted.
Gasping for air a moment later, Romy gently pulled away, looking straight into Clay’s brown eyes, she couldn’t help but smile. “That should have been our first kiss,” she told him and he nodded in agreement, apparently momentarily rendered speechless. But a moment later Clay’s eyes drifted over to Harry who, Romy realised when she turned to look at him too, was sat with his back to them, facing a tree, fingers in his ears, humming to himself.
“We should totally see how long he stays like that,” Clay said with a chuckle and a grin. “Because I could keep kissing you like that all day,” he added with a hopeful expression on his face.
“Are you guys done yet?” Harry asked a little louder than was really necessary, and Clay groaned at his best friend’s timing. “Because being the third wheel is getting boring now, and I finished humming my song,” Harry went on, though he stayed turned away from them and kept his fingers in his ears.
“Better luck next time,” Romy said with a devious grin and a wink, as she got to her feet and went to tell Harry it was okay for him to look.
“Next time…” Clay said quietly to himself, wondering if he could really possibly be that lucky. If he was then it was definitely worth making himself talk about all the stuff Harry and Romy wanted answers too; though the remainder of the promise he had made certainly put a slight damper on his rather jovial mood.
“Out of curiosity, what song were you humming?” Romy asked in amusement.
“Bare Necessities, from the Jungle Book,” Harry told them, as he turned back around to face them. “It’s a film my Dad and I used to watch when I was growing up; with you two sucking face like that I had to go to my happy place.”
“I know I did,” Clay said with a grin. Harry snorted in amusement and shook his head; Romy, however, blushed red, a look that Clay thought rather suited her.
“If you think you can get yourself back under control, then you can start talking,” Harry said with a chuckle, as he moved over to sit next to his best friend. “You definitely got your kiss… and then some from the look of the two of you.”
“Harry!” Romy exclaimed, clearly a little scandalised, instinctively trying to brush her hair down with her fingers. “It was just a kiss, one kiss,” she insisted, as she sat down on the floor next to Clay
“And I’m sure that Clayton kept his hands to himself; I know I would if I was snogging Fen, no touching at all,” Harry said with heavy sarcasm.
“Look at her, she’s gorgeous, how could I not touch her?” Clay asked with a huge smile on his face. It had truly been the best experience of his life, kissing Romy like that, he hoped he got to do it again soon.
“Clayton, if you continue this then there isn’t going to be a next time for you to enjoy, now start talking,” Romy chastised, glaring at him lightly.
“Next time?” Harry asked with a wide grin. “You two sure made a lot of progress while I had my back turned for all of two minutes.” He had known that there was chemistry between the two of them and that Romy was just stubborn but it truly made him happy to see them working it out… finally. Romy would be good for Clayton, they would balance each other out nicely.
“Shush, Harry,” Romy said, giving him a shove. “Start talking, Clayton. Who has been torturing you, when, how?” she asked, looking at her cousin expectantly, waiting for him to start talking.
“If I tell you do I get another kiss?” Clayton asked hopefully. He knew he was pushing his luck, but Romy had seemed to enjoy the first one, and he really didn’t want to talk about what had been happening to him.
“You promised to tell us, Clayton,” she said, definitely sounding mildly annoyed now. “I am serious, you need to tell us what is going on. We are worried about you.”
“Fine,” he agreed. “It’s Umbridge, and those Carrows, they are trying to get me to tell them what I know about you, Harry.” He hated to admit this but he knew that he didn’t really have a choice, he wouldn’t go back on his word, not to Romy.
“And what exactly are they doing to you to try and make you talk?” Harry asked. dreading to think what the answer might be. Umbridge was awful but the Carrows were worse, they had admitted to knowing Fenrir years ago, practically admitting that they were in league with the Dark Lord, though not using so many words; they had to be worse than Umbridge.
“There was that blood quill, you both saw the effects of that…” Clay said, knowing that the worst was yet to come. The blood quill was nothing compared with what the Carrows had done to him.
“What else? Umbridge is too much of a bitch to not have anything else up her pink frilly sleeves,” Harry said rather hatefully.
“The Carrows used the Cruciatus curse on me,” Clay said softly, his voice barely above a whisper as he admitted this, dreading the reactions he was going to get from the pair of them.
“THEY WHAT?” Harry practically shouted, furious that his best friend hadn’t told them sooner. He was keeping secrets but he hadn’t been tortured with an unforgivable curse.
“Clay, why didn’t you tell us?” Romy asked, the look on her face utterly heartbroken, her hands having come up to cover her mouth in shock. She had known that Clay gave so much for them but she had never imagined the true extent of what he suffered to keep them safe.
“I didn’t want to worry either of you,” Clay insisted. “Besides, I can handle it, I didn’t tell them anything,” he told them honestly. As far as he was concerned this was the key thing here; Umbridge had tried to break him and failed.
“Clay, this isn’t something you can just handle,” Romy said, grasping his hand in her own. “That spell is completely illegal, we have to stop them.”
“What are we going to do, ask Voldemort nicely to throw his own cronies in Azkaban?” Clay asked sarcastically, knowing that there wasn’t going to be an easy fix to any of this.
“No but we can take down Voldemort,” Harry said confidently, having a reason to destroy the bastard other than to appease his vow with Dumbledore. He would do it to make sure that none of his family were ever hurt like this again.
“I thought that was already the plan,” Clay pointed out. “In the meantime you are going to have to accept that I am going to do whatever it takes to keep you both safe. If that means taking horrible curses and cutting words into my own hand, then that is what I will do.”
“Clay…” Harry started to say, not willing to stand by and just let this carry on.
“No. You wanted the truth, well this is it,” he stated, giving them both very stern looks. “I love you both, and I will protect you both. It is as simple as that and there is nothing that either of you can do about it.”
“But…” Romy tried to object.
“And this is exactly why I didn’t want to tell you,” Clay said with a sigh. “Romy, you are more precious to me than I can explain, of course I am going to do everything I can to keep them away from you. And Harry, you idiot, you are apparently the key to ending this all, you are my best friend, and you are my Alpha’s mate, it is my job to keep you safe, a role I take very seriously.”
“Clay…” Harry said, with sadness in his eyes as he realised just how underappreciated his friend was.
“I know. You want to help, I don’t have to do this alone,” he said, determined to make them understand. “But at the end of the day, you two are safe, our pack is safe, and that’s what I care about. If you two start trying to interfere then it is just going to make everything worse.”
“We really don’t deserve you,” Romy said as she cuddled into his side, tears on her cheeks.
“Probably not, but you’re stuck with me anyway,” Clay told her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head and holding out his other arm towards Harry, who promptly shuffled over and cuddled up against him too.
“Thank you, Clay,” Harry said earnestly. He might not be able to change things for his friend, but he could at least let him know that he did appreciate all that he was doing to help them.
FGHP
Lukas and Nell's food had been delivered not much later. However, they had still managed to find time to get rather caught up in each other; so much so that Nell had had to go answer the door, given Lukas couldn’t find his trousers. Lukas had found that he really had been missing out with not having tried pizza before; it wasn’t something that he would want to eat often, but he would definitely like to eat it again occasionally. Though it might have had something to do with the way Nell was eating it, or that they had discarded their remaining clothing under the rather flimsy excuse that they didn’t want to accidentally get food on it.
They had ordered the meat feast, with extra sausage, at Nell’s request and the pizza had come so piled with meat that it was almost impossible not to drop some off as they attempted to eat it. Though neither of them was complaining when they had to keep rescuing bits off of each other, and help to clean them up; Lukas was amazed just how often Nell seemed to manage to drop pieces of sausage almost perfectly on her nipples, but the clean-up process made it completely worthwhile.
They had felt too full to want to move and figure out a game, after they had eaten, and so they had put on the second movie; of course, about half an hour in, with them both naked and the lethargy from the pizza wearing off, they soon got distracted. Nell hadn’t been able to stop giggling for the entire time that they were rewinding the film back so that they could actually watch the stuff that they had missed while having sex on her sofa.
Lukas just couldn’t get enough of his beautiful girlfriend, everything about her was intoxicating to him. Despite all of the rewinding he still only managed to watch half of the film, simply because he was too engrossed in watching Nell; she repeatedly kept having to turn his head back towards the screen, though she seemed more amused and flattered than anything else.
By the time the movie was over, neither of them were at all in the mood to sit through the third one, so Nell suggested they play some video games; Lukas was definitely intrigued given that this was yet another thing that he hadn’t experienced before. What he hadn’t anticipated was just how much bending over to plug in controllers it would require; he felt he really couldn’t be blamed when he had been unable to resist coming up behind her, and having sex with Nell again, while her fingers gripped tightly onto the edge of the TV stand.
“I am seriously not going to be able to walk tomorrow at the rate you’re going,” Nell said with a giggle, as Lukas handed her the controllers she had been plugging in, and, whilst still inside her, carried her backwards to the sofa.
“Worth it though?” Lukas asked, as he nuzzled into her neck, loving the feeling of her leaning on him, her back against his chest, as they remained knotted together; he was endlessly grateful for her innocence that meant she had never questioned the normality of that happening.
“Absolutely,” Nell said happily, handing him one of the controllers and grabbing the TV remote to change it to the right channel.
“Okay, so what do I do?” Lukas asked, with genuine curiosity, as he looked between the controller in his hand and the screen he could see over his girlfriend’s shoulder. “Do these buttons control the game?”
“You’ve never played video games before? Are you seriously from the dark ages? I mean I know I asked earlier, but you’ve never seen a movie, never eaten pizza and never played video games… what exactly do you do all day?”
“Not quite from the dark ages,” Lukas said with a nervous chuckle, trying to work out how to explain his oddness, without telling her what he was. “I read a lot of books, help out at home and with my family, and I work,” he told her truthfully.
“Your work as an accountant keeps you that busy?” Nell asked; it wasn’t often that her boyfriend talked about what he did for a living but she just assumed that he liked to keep business and pleasure separate.
Lukas flinched at the lie; he couldn’t exactly have told her about what his job truly was, given that she was a muggle and had no idea about what he was. “I have a lot of clients,” Lukas clarified vaguely.
Nell smiled; she was not convinced about the secrecy, however knew that it was better to just let it go. She certainly wasn’t about to ruin what had been an excellent day by asking lots of questions he might not want to answer. “Let me teach you how to play then.”
As it turned out, Lukas was fairly good at video games; he suspected that was largely due to his werewolf senses and reactions, but Nell definitely was managing to even the score because every time they got to a tense moment in the game she would inadvertently tense up. This inevitably proved to be quite distracting for Lukas, given he was still inside her, and it was quite hard to focus on the game when he was busy fighting back a pleasured moan.
After the third or fourth time that this had happened, Lukas suspected that it was possible that Nell was doing it on purpose to win the game. So of course he returned the favour, keeping one eye on the game he began to kiss, nuzzle and suck at her neck, evening the score between them on the game, however it seemed only to lead to the controllers being lost somewhere on the floor and them having sex again.
“I love you so much, Lukas,” Nell whispered as he supported his weight over her, both of them having just reached their climaxes, covered in sweat and breathless.
Lukas leaned down, smiling like a lunatic, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. “I love you too,” he whispered bumping their noses together as he felt himself swell and knot inside her.
Both of them were momentarily stunned when there was a knock at the door and the sound of a key turning in the lock. Nell looked absolutely horrified, frozen in shock as Lukas looked at her questioningly.
“Nell, honey?” a male voice called out, “you home?”
“Friend of yours?” Lukas asked, sitting up and taking Nell with him, grabbing the throw from the back of the sofa and bringing it around the two of them, unable to withdraw himself due to the knot.
“It’s my Dad,” Nell whispered, sounding utterly horrified. Her legs were wrapped around Lukas’ waist, her arms around his neck, her face going a brilliant shade of red as she buried it out of sight in the crook of Lukas’ neck.
“At least your family members give us enough time to grab a blanket,” Lukas said with a wry smile on his face as Nell’s father walked into the living room, closely followed by her mother. “You must be Mr and Mrs Green, it is lovely to meet you,” he said as politely as he could in the circumstances.
“What are you doing to my daughter, you son of a bitch!?” Nell’s father shouted, her mother bringing her hand up over her mouth, shock on her face.
“Daddy, it’s okay,” Nell said, not quite able to meet her parents eyes as she spoke. This is Lukas,” she told them, wishing that she was introducing them to her boyfriend under almost any other circumstances.
“I don’t care who he is,” the older man shouted, and it seemed to only be his wife’s hand on his arm that was keeping him from pulling the two of them apart.
Lukas could feel his knot subsiding and carefully slid out of her, though he made sure that the blanket remained covering her while he slipped off the sofa, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on while passing Nell his shirt that would be far too big for her but would at least cover her up.
Nell’s mother had had to avert her eyes as Lukas had reached for his jeans; the werewolf had never had any issue with nudity and he was more concerned with making sure that Nell was fully covered than him.
“It truly is a pleasure to meet you, Mr and Mrs Green,” Lukas said, inclining his head to each of them; he would have offered his hand, but he knew better than to do that before he had managed to wash his hands.
“I was going to tell you about Lukas soon,” Nell tried to explain as she pulled on his shirt, still keeping the throw wrapped around her as well.
“I can see why you didn’t, what is he? Some kind of handyman?” Nell’s father asked, looking at Lukas in disgust, as if he was something that he had scraped off the bottom of his shoe.
“Daddy, please don’t,” Nell pleaded, knowing how difficult her father could get; he had been quite insistent that her job in an off-license wasn’t suitable either. She had spent far too much of her life fighting against his impossible standards
He had never been happy with her decision not to go to University; he had wanted her to become a lawyer, just like him but Nell had hated the idea and had rebelled as soon as she could. They had always supported her though, even if they did frown upon some of her choices, they’d even bought her this house.
“I think you need to leave, young man,” Nell’s father said through gritted teeth,
“No,” Lukas said firmly. “My name is Lukas Faris, I am dating your daughter, I am very much in love with her. I am an accountant, freelance, and one day I intend on marrying your daughter so no, I will not be going anywhere.”
“Edward, give the boy a chance before you start berating him,” Nell’s mother chastised, as she stepped up next to her husband. “My name is Ann-Marie, this is my husband, Edward.”
“She is nineteen!” Edward protested indignantly.
“I am aware of her age, given that I am her mother,” Ann-Marie responded, her tone a little sharp, before she turned back to Lukas. “Now, how old are you young man?” she asked.
“Twenty one,” Lukas told her.
“If you don’t mind me saying, you look much older than that,” Ann-Marie said somewhat tersely. She was not much happier than her husband about what this young man and her daughter were doing, but she would try to trust her daughter’s judgement for the moment at least.
“I love him, Mum, Dad,” Nell said, seeing that her mother, at least, was trying to be reasonable, even in the rather awkward circumstances. “I really do,” she insisted, reaching out and grasping onto Lukas’ hand, as though fearing he might leave, despite what he had said just moments earlier.
“And the two of you are using proper precautions?” Ann-Marie asked, causing both Nell and Lukas to flush with embarrassment, and Edward to make a rather choked noise, clearly not wanting to think about such things. “I am sorry to speak of such vulgar matters but you didn’t appear to be wearing anything dear,” she added, looking at Lukas with a stern gaze that demanded the truth.
“MUM!” Nell exclaimed, having never having heard her mother talk of such things, apart from the one awkward conversation that they had had when Nell had just turned fourteen. It wasn’t so much that her parents were prudish… okay, so maybe she thought they were a little bit… but it was more that they didn’t consider it proper to discuss such things, and now, with heat burning in her cheeks, she wished her mother had stuck to that.
“Well these things must be discussed, dear,” Ann-Marie said firmly. She had, of course, made sure that Nell was well informed but preferred not to discuss these matters; however, that didn’t mean she would sit by and allow such recklessness that she was sure Nell would come to regret.
“I’m being careful, mum,” Nell said, blushing bright red. Lukas didn’t want to ruin the moment by telling her that he wasn’t sure that any muggle precautions were likely to be hundred percent effective. However, he didn't think that now was the time to tell her that he was a wizard and a werewolf, plus he couldn't be sure that whatever muggle contraceptives she was using wouldn't work in fairness.
“Good,” Ann Marie said, glad that her daughter hadn’t completely lost her sense. “But next time, Lukas, please put something on the end of it; just to prevent accidents, at least until after the wedding night,” she added, ignoring the way that Edward stuttering at her side, clearly disapproving of the whole situation.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lukas said, with a polite nod of his head. He didn’t really consider it to be any of her business, but he could hardly stand there and refuse, not if he ever wanted these people to accept him in Nell’s life. It wasn’t as though he ever intended for Nell’s parents to catch them in the act again.
“Mum, please can we go and get dressed?” Nell requested, feeling really awkward given that she was still half naked, and that Lukas was only half dressed himself.
“Yes, you may,” Ann-Marie said with a nod of her head. “However, I still believe it would be for the best for Lukas to then go to his own home,” she added. It was clear that this was going to take a little while for her husband to come to terms with, and so it was probably best that they had a moment to talk with Nell alone.
“Mum…” Nell started to say, but Lukas quickly took over.
“As I said, Mrs Green,” Lukas said firmly, “I have no intention of going anywhere. With all due respect, we made plans today and so far it is you who has been rude, suggesting that we cancel our plans because you interrupted us. Perhaps we could all go out for coffee, my treat as I assume no one will want to sit on the couch until it’s been cleaned,” Lukas said, smiling brightly at his girlfriend’s parents.
Then, without waiting for a response from either of them to respond, Lukas turned and scooped Nell up onto his arms effortlessly, ensuring that she was still appropriately covered up with his shirt and the throw from the back of the sofa.
“Did you deliberately just say that to provoke a reaction from my Dad?” Nell asked, with exasperation as they headed up the stairs.
“Well they weren’t exactly being friendly and they need to get used to the idea of the two of us together,” Lukas told her unapologetically. “I’m not going anywhere, not until you want me gone,” he said, pressing a kiss to her lips.
Nell pointed to one of the doors on the landing, and Lukas pressed his back to the door and they headed inside her bedroom. “I’m never going to want you gone,” she told him, leaning up to press kisses to his jaw.
“Then they need to get used to me,” Lukas said, putting Nell down on her bed, standing before her, leaning down and claiming her lips in a sweet kiss, as the throw fell away onto the bed beneath her.
“Carry on like that and we’re not leaving this bedroom,” Nell said, her eyes closed, biting her lower lip as Lukas pulled away from the kiss. “And as appealing as that sounds, I think having sex while my parents are actually in house would probably give my Dad an aneurysm; he might be a stick in the mud, but I do actually love him and want him alive.”
“I’ll play nice then,” Lukas said with a smirk in place, but I am going to need my shirt back,” he said, slowly unbuttoning it revealing her breasts inch by inch, his hands parting the material to reach inside and caressing them.
“Lukas…” Nell whispered, letting out a low sigh as he brushed over her nipples. “This is not playing nice… well it is… it’s very nice… but not helpful,” she said breathlessly, as he slowly slid his shirt off her shoulders, leaving her completely naked.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Lukas said innocently, “I’m simply taking my shirt back. But I suppose we shouldn’t keep your parents waiting,” he said with a grin, stealing another quick kiss, pulling his shirt on as he turned to head for the door.
“Tease,” Nell muttered as she got up from the bed, wrapping the throw around her naked body as she headed for her drawers in search of underwear. She let the throw fall to the floor, and glanced over her shoulder to confirm that Lukas was still there; she couldn’t help but smirk at the expression on his face. She was definitely planning to invite him back again later, once they had survived coffee with her parents.
FGHP
“I say we’ve played nice for far too long,” Harry said as he took a seat at the Slytherin table Sunday morning for breakfast. After a full day without food, all three of them were unanimous in the fact that they would actually have to go to the Great Hall.
“What do you mean?” Romy asked, suddenly worried. She had an idea about what Harry might be thinking, she was sure that it would only end with one or all of them in a heap of trouble if they weren’t very careful.
“Damon and Fen were worried we’d bring the school down with our pranks and yet we’ve done nothing,” Harry explained. “I say it’s time we started sending toilet seats home to show that we haven’t lost our touch.”
“Do you have a particular plan or just general mayhem?” Clayton asked with genuine curiosity, as Draco and Theo wandered over to join them. Harry was right, they hadn’t really done anything remotely prank like for a while, and a bit of a laugh would probably do them all some good.
“General mayhem? I think we came in at the right time,” Theo said grinning. “How can I be of assistance?” he asked. Most of the Slytherin's he knew were too ambitious to risk being caught doing a prank without good reason; and, while he didn’t want to be caught, he thought that between them they could manage something devious enough that they would get away with it.
“If it involves tormenting Umbridge then I’m in,” Draco said. He was feeling particularly vindictive towards the awful woman after she had cornered him in the corridors the day before. She had tried quite hard to find something to give him detention for but thankfully he had actually, genuinely, just been walking back to the common room after lunch, and she had to let him go on his way.
“You read my mind,” Harry said, “that is exactly what I was thinking.” Clay had made it very clear that they couldn’t really stop what she was doing, but that didn’t mean they had to make her time at the school easy on her.
“Come on then, what did you have in mind?” Clay said, leaning forward with his elbows on the table, excited to hear about what his friend was going to suggest. He had missed these times with Harry, when the two of them could just be silly together; he didn’t even object that he would have to share the moment with Romy, Draco and Theo, he was still looking forward to it.
“You know that ridiculous bow she’s always wearing?” Harry asked, looking between them with a smug smile, and all three boys nodded, while Romy rolled her eyes. “I’m going to steal it,” he said with determination.
“How are you going to manage that?” Theo asked in amusement; he had to admit that Harry had guts and he would be more than a little impressed if Harry could actually pull that off.
“Oh I’ll manage it,” Harry said with a grin. “I have a few tricks up my sleeve that you haven’t seen yet,” he told Draco and Theo. He had a few ideas that might work but one that stood out in his mind that he was looking forward to getting to try.
“This is so not a good idea,” Romy said with a groan, as she started helping herself to breakfast, passing the dishes of food to her pack siblings that she knew they would want; sure enough they each took them gratefully and started to serve themselves breakfast.
“Talking of tricks up your sleeve, any ideas about this Ministry trip?” Draco said a few minutes later, once they had all got food on their plates and had started eating; the three werewolves were certainly digging in with enthusiasm given their self-imposed isolation of the day before.
Harry looked up at Draco and swallowed the bite of toast he had taken. “A few thoughts,” he admitted. The whole idea had been going around and around in his head, as he tried to figure out when and how they would be able to pull it off; he had even taken to hiding books he was using for research inside his school textbooks so that he could read them when classes got boring.
“Let’s hear then,” Clay said. He had seen that his friend had been doing research and had correctly assumed what for, but Harry had yet to tell him the details. He might have been upset about this, but he trust his friend and knew that Harry would explain it all before they actually tried to do anything; honestly he was kind of grateful not to have to listen to all the research, because that would probably be rather boring.
“We go next weekend,” Harry told them. They had waited on Romy’s request, and he was glad they had so he could feel more prepared for it, but he kind of wanted to get it over with at this point, so he could get his answers and stop worrying about all the things that could go wrong while they were at the Ministry.
“Next weekend?” Theo questioned, obviously a little surprised by this. He knew he had assured Harry that he would help and support him on this but he couldn’t really help the anxiety he felt about it. He still had a strong Slytherin sense of self-preservation after all.
“Yeah, I don’t see the point in waiting around,” Harry told him with a shrug. “We want this over and done with, we want Voldemort dead, so let’s do it,” he said, hoping that they others would still be willing to help him out on such short notice. He would go alone if he had to, and he kept wondering if maybe that would be better, but he still found himself hoping that his friends would be by his side when it actually came to it.
“For the record, I think it’s a really, really bad idea,” Romy said seriously, looking between the four boys. There were familiar looks of determination on both Harry and Clayton’s faces, ones that told her that they wouldn’t be dissuaded, but she was surprised to see expressions not so different on the other two Slytherin boys’ faces as well.
“That’s why you’re not coming,” Clay said, taking her hand within his own. “I’m going to feel a lot better knowing that you’re safe here,” he told her earnestly.
“What about me, sat here, wondering what’s happening, not knowing if you’re hurt or not?” Romy asked, looking between Clay and Harry, and even glancing at Draco and Theo too. She had no idea what she would do if one or any of them didn’t come back. She knew she was going to spend the entire time they were going in a complete state.
“I have to go, I have to protect Harry,” Clay said with determination, leaning in and pressing a kiss to her temple. “This is part of the war,” he whispered to her, leaning his forehead against her, “if we want to take him down then this is the first step in doing that.”
“I don’t have to like it though,” Romy said sadly, turning to look at him when he turned his attention back to his breakfast.
“I’m sorry, Romy,” Harry said earnestly, able to hear in her voice just how scared she was for them. “We’ll be in and out, no one will know we’re there, no one is going to get hurt,” he told her, hoping that he was speaking the truth, that was certainly their plan.
“When have your plans ever played out like you thought they would?” Romy challenged, annoyed that Harry was trying to brush the whole thing off like it wasn’t a big deal, like it was going to be easy and no chance of everything going wrong.
“That’s not fair,” Harry said a little grumpily; he considered himself pretty good at formulating plans, and he really just needed for Romy to trust him on this.
“Name one time it’s gone to plan,” Romy demanded, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at him.
“Filling us with confidence about this whole thing, Romy,” Draco said sarcastically.
“If you four want to go running off to London I can’t stop you but I can make sure that you all make it back in one piece,” Romy told them. “Couldn’t you just talk to Fenrir, explain the situation. It would really help if you had someone as powerful as him on your side; no offence to you three of course,” she added with apologetic smiles to Clay, Theo and Draco, who all just shrugged it off. There was no point them even trying to pretend they were a match for the Alpha wolf.
“Yes, because that would go well,” Harry responded sarcastically, with a roll of his eyes. “Will you please take me to the Ministry, Fen, where one of the people making our lives hell is in charge, so that I can get a prophecy that I was told about by the other person who is messing with our lives. I don’t think he would really go for it really. And we all know that he would just dismiss the prophecy anyway, and say it doesn’t matter,” he pointed out.
“Yeah, I know,” Romy said with a sigh. “Was just a thought; I just need to know you guys are going to be okay.”
“Trust me, Romy, if I thought that Fen would willingly help me with this, I would have asked him,” Harry said honestly. “I would love to have him by my side when we go there, but he would just try to stop me, and we all know why that can’t happen.”
“I’m no Fenrir,” Clay said with a wry smile, hearing the sadness in Harry’s voice; “but you won’t be alone, Harry,” he promised, reaching out to take Harry’s hand in his own, his friend giving him a grateful smile.
FGHP
Damon was absolutely certain that something was going on with Callie; he had more or less raised her after the horrible night that they had been bitten and lost their whole family, so he knew her well enough to know when she was poorly. He was getting rather tired of hearing her insistence that she was fine, that nothing was wrong, and he was confused about why Jenson, who obviously loved her, was not as worried as he was.
“That’s it,” Damon declared suddenly as he watched as Callie stood up and almost fell down again, “we’re going to St Mungos.”
“I’m fine, Damon,” Callie said, as her brother moved over next to her and wrapped an arm around her back to help support her and keep her on her feet.
“Yes, you look to be in perfect health,” Damon said sarcastically, “I mean it is completely normal for someone to be almost passing out all the time and throwing up several times a day. I love you, Callie, now stop being so damned stubborn and let’s get you some help.”
“Leave her be, Damon,” Jenson said, all but storming over and pulling his mate into his arms, letting her lean on him instead.
“Leave her be!?” Damon exclaimed. “Are you kidding me? Look at her Jenson, she needs help. I know you don’t want to upset her by taking her to St. Mungos when she obviously doesn’t want to go, but she is seriously unwell!” he ranted.
“Damon, please just trust me when I say I am okay,” Callie pleaded. She just didn’t feel ready to tell him the truth about what was wrong with her just yet; she was still so worried that it was all going to go wrong and that she would lose the baby anyway.
“No, Callie, I have been trusting you for weeks, and you have been just getting worse,” Damon said firmly, trying to pull her away from Jenson. He would take her to see a healer even if her mate wouldn’t.
“She is MY mate!” Jenson all but roared, towering over Damon, even though he was only a little bit bigger than him.
“She’s MY sister!” Damon growled back, stepping forward, trying to get into Jenson’s face; he wasn’t going to be intimidated out of protecting Callie and getting her the help she clearly needed.
“Shall I just move out of the way so you two can have angry sex with each other?” Callie suggested, from where she was stood almost squashed between the two of them, clearly trying to suppress her amusement. She couldn’t hold back her laugh though, not when they both looked down at her with horrified expressions, before looking back at each other and very quickly stepping further apart.
“That’s not funny, Callie,” Jenson said with a frown. Not only was he not gay, and not interested in Damon that way at all, but Damon was also the brother of the woman he loved.
“Agreed,” Damon said, looking equally disgruntled.
“Well at least you two can finally agree on something,” she said with a smirk, but the two of them just scowled at her in annoyance. “I know you are worried, Damon,” she said, leaning back on Jenson, when she felt a little faint again, “but I have actually spoken to a healer already, and I really am okay.” It was obvious that Damon wasn’t going to let it go until she agreed, and so she felt she really had no choice but to tell him at least half the truth.
Damon was about to tell her that it must have been a pretty terrible healer, when he spotted Fenrir storming over towards them and realised that the Alpha was not at all pleased that they were bickering.
“Callie,” Fenrir all but growled, removing the pregnant submissive from between the two clearly angry dominants, “go sit by the fire,” he ordered, ignoring both Damon and Jenson’s protests. Callie didn’t look best pleased either, and actually seemed rather worried that her brother and mate might start actually hitting each other now that she wasn’t between them. Never the less, she did head over to the fire and take a seat next to Micha, who had paused in his conversation with Jaylon and Tessie to watch the tension building between Damon and Jenson.
“What’s going on with those two?” Lukas asked Callie with concern. It wasn’t particularly uncommon for Damon and Jenson to have a bit of a go at each other, but something had made Fenrir step in this time and he wasn’t sure why.
“They are both just worried about me,” Callie said with a sigh. “All three of them actually,” she said quietly, knowing that Fenrir had probably stepped in partly because he knew that she was pregnant and could see things ending very badly if Damon and Jenson ended up coming to blows with one another.
“I think we are all worried about you,” Tessie informed her friend, giving Callie a pointed look. It seemed a long time ago now that they had discussed the possibility that she might be pregnant, but still Callie was suffering symptoms that made more and more convinced that it might actually be true; not that she would say anything before Callie came to her about it.
“Is Damon going to be okay?” Micha asked, unable to take his eyes off his mate, who currently had Fenrir’s hand tightly around his neck and was getting a very stern talking to from the Alpha.
“Don’t get involved, Micha,” Callie said, taking his hand in her own. “Damon wouldn’t want you to get hurt.”
“I don’t want him hurt either,” Micha said, cuddling his teddy into his chest, it now smelt of him and more importantly of Damon too. Whenever Damon left the clearing, Micha would carry it around with him so that he could still smell his mate.
“Fenrir is completely in control at the moment,” Lukas pointed out to him. “He is clearly trying to stop anyone from being hurt, so as long as neither Jenson or Damon try to take a swing at each other or him, then I think they will all be just fine.”
“Lukas is right,” Callie assured him. She wouldn’t have so willingly left both her brother and mate with the Alpha if she hadn’t believed that they would all walk away from it without actually fighting; she just hoped that Fenrir or Jenson wouldn’t say something to give away about the baby, because that was definitely not how she wanted her brother to find out about her pregnancy.
“Jay, do you want to come to the stream with me, I can’t watch this,” Micha asked, turning to Jaylon and smiling; the young submissive didn’t like these confrontations anymore than he did so Micha knew that Jaylon would appreciate the chance to escape.
“Fenrir won’t like that,” Tessie pointed out, not sure that she liked the idea of the two of them heading off into the woods alone either; Jaylon reminded her so much of one of her young cousins who had been lost when her former pack had been attacked and she was finding herself more and more protective of him.
“I’ll go with them,” Lukas offered, knowing that Tessie was right about how the Alpha would feel about it. “You two can go ahead of me and talk, as long as you stay within sight,” he told Micha. He understood that clearly the two submissives were bonding, probably over the shared horrors in their pasts, and he didn’t want to get in the way of that.
“Thanks,” Micha said, getting to his feet and helping Jaylon up too. Considering the state the younger submissive had been in when they found him, Jaylon was healing nicely, physically at least.
The Alpha cast a stern glance over to them, as he saw Micha and Jaylon heading for the tree line, but Lukas met Fenrir’s eye and gave a nod to show he was watching them. Apparently this was good enough for Fenrir because he turned back to berating Jenson. Lukas couldn’t help but be a little flattered that their Alpha genuinely trusted him with the safety of two of the pack’s submissives without question or hesitation.
“It’s beautiful here,” Jaylon commented as he and Micha headed down towards the stream, Lukas following behind them. Out of all of the dominants, Jaylon liked Lukas the best; he was smaller, calmer and less intimidating than the others, who seemed to do nothing more than bicker, fight and argue before going off to have sex with their mates.
“It is, isn’t it,” Micha agreed, a smile on his face as he linked his arm loosely through Jaylon’s, Cuddles still held in his other arm. He was glad that his fellow submissive was starting to settle in, even if it was only a little bit; that the sixteen year old didn’t flinch away from him as he linked their arms was a sign of great progress.
“It’s peaceful,” Jaylon said as they reached the edge of the stream, Micha unlinking his arm and handing his prized teddy to Jaylon to hold while he splashed some water on his face.
“Yeah, I love it when it’s calm like this, though it usually means that the pups are away; things get a little more boisterous when they are here,” Micha said with a smile as he accepted Cuddles back into his arms.
“When do they come back?” Jaylon asked. He was curious to meet these pups, particularly Harry who Micha talked about so affectionately; however, he was nervous about how things would be with them here, when he was still getting used to the pack members who were currently in the territory.
“Not until the full moon, in three weeks,” Micha told him. “Though Harry has a tendency to do his own thing, so it is possible that you will see him before that,” he added after a moment’s thought. “He came back the other day, while you were still unconscious.”
“The full moon…” Jaylon said a little faintly. He hadn’t even thought what that would be like outside of the dark sealed rooms he had spent the majority of his life in.
“Hey, don’t worry about that,” Micha said, taking Jaylon by the hand and leading his over to take a seat on a log close to the edge of the stream. He caught Lukas’ eye as he did so and the dominant gave him a smile and a nod; Micha took that to mean that they were okay where they were and that Lukas would watch over them from where he was standing, leaning against a tree a little way away.
“I know you said that the others wouldn’t touch me but…,” Jaylon said, looking really nervous, “what if their wolves can’t help it, and they do something then?” he asked in a little more than a whisper.
“They won’t, I promise,” Micha said with complete certainty. “It is different on the full moon when we have an Alpha, when we are together as a pack; and Fenrir is a really good Alpha. Even if one of the others did try something, which isn’t going to happen, then he would step in and stop it before anything could happen to you.”
“You sound really sure,” Jaylon said, still obviously not convinced.
“I am,” Micha told him. “I spent more full moons alone than I like to remember, but the best ones I have ever had have been with this pack. I imagine that the worst that is likely to happen is that you will be coddled just like me, Harry and Romy are, and given far too much to eat.”
“But… I don’t have a mate,” Jaylon pointed out. Harry was the Alpha’s mate and Micha was Damon’s so it made sense that the two of them would be treated like that, but he didn’t see why any of them would treat him that way.
“Nor does Romy,” Micha said, “though not for Clay’s lack of trying,” he added with a chuckle. “But that’s not the point; you are one of the pack’s submissives and still a pup too, therefore you will be well cared for, trust me.”
“I’m trying to… it’s just…” Jaylon tried to explain.
“Yeah, I know,” Micha said, not needing to hear the words to understand what the young submissive meant. “You aren’t the only one with trust issues in this pack, and far too many of us have experienced things like you have; though I think you did have it worse,” he added with a sad apologetic smile.
“Were you… you know…?” Jaylon asked, not sure if he really wanted to know, but too curious not to ask. He would never wish what he had been through on anyone, and he found it hard to believe that the funny and charming older submissive could have ever been treated in such a way.
“Yeah, I mean, not exactly like you,” Micha said. “There was a guy, he kind of tricked his way into the pack and I thought he loved me,” he closed his eyes for a second and took a calming breath as he inhaled Damon’s scent which was all over Cuddles, the teddy bear held tightly in his arms. “He… did things, things that I really didn’t want and… well it was bad, and I try not to think about it, but sometimes I can’t help it.”
“What happened to him?” Jaylon asked, feeling rather apprehensive that someone like that had been in the pack.
“Fenrir tortured him and Damon killed him,” Micha stated bluntly. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about what had been done to Harlan, but he would never stop being grateful that the man was gone and could never come back.
“And then Damon claimed you for himself?” Jaylon asked, wondering if this was how the submissive had ended up with his mate.
“No, no!” Micha said, shaking his head insistently. “I fell in love with Damon; he helped me through some of my issues… is still helping me through them really… but I chose to be with him, and he chose to be with me. We are only together because it is what we both want.”
“But how can you…?” Jaylon asked, shaking his head, and resting his head in his hands. Even thinking about being that intimate with a person made him feel rather sick.
“With a lot of patience,” Micha said honestly. “I didn’t go through half of what you have been through, so I won’t pretend to know how long it is going to take you to come to terms with what was done to you, but just know that if you never want anyone to touch you that way again for the rest of your life, then this pack will support you in that decision.”
“I dunno what I want,” Jaylon admitted. He wasn’t sure that he wanted to spend his whole life alone, and he kind of wanted the affection and love, like Damon showed for Micha and Jenson showed for Callie, but he was pretty sure he was never going to be able to give a mate what a good submissive should.
“You don’t have to know,” Micha told him, reaching out and taking Jaylon’s hand in his own. “We take this all one day at a time, and if you do ever meet someone you might want to consider something more with, then we take that one day at a time too.”
“Hey, you two, time to go back, Damon is looking for you Micha,” Lukas said from his position a little way away watching over the two submissives. He was just that bit closer to the clearing and could hear Damon’s voice loudly demanding to know where his mate was and he didn’t really think Jaylon would appreciate Damon interrupting their current conversation.
“Damon can wait,” Micha said to Lukas before turning back to Jaylon and smiling, “we’re busy.” This was the most he had managed to get Jaylon to open up yet, and he wanted to encourage the other submissive to feel free to talk with him about what was worrying him.
Jaylon looked at Micha like he was mad. “Won’t he punish you for being disrespectful and disobeying him?” he asked, with genuine fear in his eyes.
Micha laughed at that, he couldn’t help it; the idea that Damon would punish him for refusing to come back right away, particularly when he was perfectly safe and had Lukas watching over him, was just so silly. “No, he wouldn’t dare,” Micha explained. “He isn’t like that anyway, none of them are. Fenrir has to be because he’s Alpha but he’ll only punish people if he really needs to and he’s fair when he does, lenient even; he won’t just punish people for the hell of it.”
“But they seem really …. scary,” Jaylon said, tensing up a little as he remembered how horrible the two dominants had been to him during his time in captivity.
“I thought that too, Fenrir and Jenson especially, but once you’ve seen the way they are with their mates they get a little less scary. Unless you’re going to threaten their mates then they’re harmless really.”
“Harmless… they’re huge!” Jaylon said with disbelief.
“Just wait until you see Harry, he’s tiny,” Micha said with an amused smile, “especially in comparison to Fenrir but they’re amazing together. Harry has this talent and he can get Fenrir to do whatever he wants; it’s amazing. I’ve told you before, he’s the one who taught me that as submissives we have more power than we think. The dominants have brute strength and muscle, but we have cuteness and brains.”
“You have cuteness and brains, I have nothing,” Jaylon said sadly. “No one is going to want me after what I’ve been through, I don’t even know if I want to be wanted.”
“You have more than you know and don’t put yourself down Jay, you’re amazing,” Micha insisted. “I thought the same way after Harlan did... what he did. It took Damon showing me that there were people who could be patient and kind and sweet to realise that I could be loved… before Damon, I really didn’t think it could be possible,” he tried to explain.
“Micha, I really think Damon is going to come fetch you if we don’t go back,” Lukas warned.
“I might have the cuteness and the brains, but my mate is still a worrier,” Micha said with a chuckle. “Plus he probably just needs a cuddle after arguing with Jenson, worrying about Callie and being put in his place by Fenrir.”
“You know me so well, trouble,” Damon said, and Micha turned to look over at where his mate was standing next to Lukas. “I’ll bring them back to the clearing, thanks, Lukas,” he said, and the younger dominant gave him a nod before heading back off towards the rest of the pack.
“We were just talking, and Lukas was here,” Micha explained quickly, not wanting Damon to think that he was just recklessly wandering off alone.
“Yeah, I know,” Damon said with a smile as he approached them. “You did good, I am not mad at you,” he told Micha, leaning down to steal a quick kiss as he reached his mate. “You two can stay and talk a little longer if you want,” he offered; as much as he wanted cuddles with his beautiful mate, he also appreciated the significance of Jaylon opening up to Micha.
“Up to you, Jay,” Micha said, turning to his friend.
“I’m tired,” Jaylon said, “I would like to go back and rest. Can I do that? Am I allowed?” he asked, looking up at the huge dominant standing next to them.
“Of course,” Damon said. “Within reason you can do whatever you want; no one is going to stop you from going to have a nap, Jay.”
“They won’t?” Jay asked sceptically. He was still grateful that he was being allowed full nights’ sleep and full regular meals, that he could just take a nap whenever he got tired was going to take some getting used to.
“No, as long as you don’t wander off alone into the woods then you are free to do whatever you wish here; you don’t need to ask permission,” Damon said with a frown. Jaylon had been with them for a few days and it shocked the dominant that the young submissive had not worked this out yet or had been too afraid to ask.
“It’s been years for him,” Micha said quietly to Damon as he got to his feet, “just give him a little time. Come on, Jay, let’s go back so you can have a nap,” he said, turning back to his friend and holding out a hand towards him.
“Okay,” Jaylon agreed nervously, taking Micha’s hand and getting to his feet. He was still a little unsure about being this close to Damon, but he was starting to get used to the large man and as long as Damon didn’t try to touch him at all, Jaylon was fair sure he could keep his panic at bay.
“And while Jay has his nap, maybe I can have my cuddle,” Damon said with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to the top of Micha’s head as the three of them headed back towards the clearing.
“I think I could probably agree to that,” Micha said, turning to look up at Damon with a grin. He really did love his cuddles, particularly with his mate.

Hope you enjoyed the chapter. There are definitely a few moments we absolutely love in this chapter; please do leave us a review and let us know what your favourite was.
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littlepanther - Nope, you are not the only one who wants to kill Dumbledore, painfully. And glad we were able to bring out your evil mode, that makes us very proud. ;)
Kat - Yes, Damon and Micha will definitely do all they can to help Harry. And you are right, Harry is furious with himself, he feels like he let them down, even though he knows that he didn't really have a choice if he wanted to keep them safe. Glad you liked the end scene and are liking the addition of Jaylon; it is nice actually being able to show that the dominants are all very kind and gentle people really most of the time, even if they lose their tempers occasionally.
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