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Perfect Bliss (REVAMPED)	By : TheGreatAng Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 89572 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Draco crept into the room, shutting the door as quietly as he could behind him. He tiptoed around to the empty side of the bed that used to be where his mother slept. He pushed his thoughts of his mother aside as he crawled onto the mattress and laid down a hair’s breadth away from Lucius’s side.

Draco practically jumped out of his skin when he heard his father speak, “What’s wrong Draco?”

The older man’s voice was quiet, but it wasn’t groggy so he hadn’t asleep after all. He had probably been away of Draco’s failed attempt at sneakiness the entire time.

“I was just lonely.” Draco said even though it was only part of the truth. When his father didn’t say anything he asked, “Have you talked to him yet?”

Draco moved closer to Lucius until he was pressed against the older man’s side and then laid his head on his chest. The older Malfoy let out a breath he had been holding in restraint. His son really didn’t realize how good he smelt. Lucius slowly let his body relax as he reached up and carded his fingers through his son’s silky blonde hair, enjoying the feel of one of his mates being so close after waiting for so long.

“No I haven’t.” Lucius answered, not giving any reason as to why.

Part of him wanted to submit to his dominant mate’s authority, but the part of him that was a proud leader and powerful wizard didn’t want to bow down to some young creature’s commands. He wanted to be his dominant’s equal; a beta to their alpha. It might kill him, but if he couldn’t make his mate agree with the arrangement then he would block the bonds in his mind. It would hurt him like a cruciatus curse, but his mates, his Draco, wouldn’t feel the pain of the rejection along with him.

Lucius was brought out of his thoughts by something hard poking into his hip. He could feel the moment when Draco realized he had noticed his problem. The air in the room got hotter and heavier; quickly becoming permeated with the scent of Draco’s arousal.

Draco himself tensed and murmured an apology quickly before moving farther away from the other man. Lucius’s own cock hardened in response to his son’s scent and the left over sensation that his skin had left.

“There is nothing to be sorry for,” Lucius said, turning his head to the side to watch his son’s blushing face, “Do you want me to help you?”

Suddenly Lucius had a lap full of horny teenager. Draco still had a blush over his cheeks it only grew when he felt Lucius’s hard rod beneath him, only separation coming from their pajama pants. Lucius placed his hands on his son’s hips and gripped them tightly as he rolled his own up into the younger man’s.

Draco’s mouth opened in shock at the surprise action and he began rolling his hips along with his father’s, their hot flesh rubbing together and clothing just adding to the friction. He let his father set the slow tantalizing pace as he bit the inside of his lip, trying to keep quiet as moans began to fight their way up his throat. He knew from past experience that his parents’ rooms weren’t all that soundproof and most loud noises could be heard in either room. He never did try sneaking around the house at night again after that.

Neither of the men noticed Draco slipping forward as they moved until a thrust had Lucius’s hard cock grinding up against Draco’s ass, brushing against a tingling rosebud still hidden behind cloth.

“Papa!” Draco cried out, his hands immediately moving from his father’s defined chest to cover his mouth. Half worrying that his mother had heard him and half embarrassed that he had called his father something that he hadn’t dared to since he was a child.

Lucius’s muscles tensed at the brief sensation, before his son’s expression had him relaxing; a carefree and amused grim settling on his face. He knew exactly what his heir was worry about.

“She can’t hear us,” Lucius said, rolling his hips again and making Draco choke on another moan that he had tried to keep quiet, “No one can hear anything that goes on in this room.”

Another hard roll of his hips had Draco falling forward, his hands leaving his mouth to catch himself as he fell. Draco’s eyes locked on his father’s as the older man’s hands slid down, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his pajama pants. At the slightly nervous look on his son’s face he moved his hands and pushed the pants down just enough to expose the twitching member beneath. One hand slowly began working his son’s prick while the other reached up and cupped Draco’s head, pulling him into a kiss just as Draco let out a moan. The kiss was soft and needy as Draco voiced his pleasure against his father’s lips.

Seeing that his son was already trembling; he quickly let go of Draco’s cock and pushed his own pants down, freeing his erection to the hot air of the room. He put his hand on the younger blonde’s lower back, helping him begin a steady rhythm as their cocks rubbed against one another. Lucius let out his own moan at the new stimulation. He pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath and watch Draco’s face as his arousal grew. The younger man’s eyes were heavy and now that he wasn’t being kissed anymore his lower lip was in between his teeth.

Draco was almost overwhelmed at the sensations wracking his body. Part of him wanted to just sit up and lower himself down onto his father’s hard cock, but he had honestly never had sex with a man before and wasn’t sure if he was ready without his dominant being here. The creature inside him was whole heartedly agreeing with him; saying that his dominant should be the first to take him. He let out a startled moan as his father’s large hand dipped down the back of his pants; fingers rubbing over his entrance in small circles.

Draco could feel his body’s natural lubrication begin to saturate his channel before a little leaked out onto his father’s finger tips. His breathing was coming in pants now as his hips thrust forward, grinding his cock against the older man’s beneath him, and fingers teased his entrance into loosening. His eyes widened at the new feeling as his father’s index middle finger began to rub over his pucker with more pressure.

“Papa!” Draco cried out again as the long finger breached him, slowly pressing in before pulling out and returning to the previous rubbing, “Please.”

“Please what Draco?” Lucius’s voice was husky with arousal as he spoke, teasing Draco as he leaned in for a kiss before pulling back just out of reach.

“Please,” Draco moaned as his father’s finger pressed into him again before thrusting a few times and retreating once more, “Please stop teasing.”

“Very well,” Lucius said before capturing his son’s lips again and pressing two fingers into his entrance; slowly thrusting them in and out. He scissored his fingers as Draco moan against his lips and pushed back onto his fingers. After a moment he was rewarded for his searching as he brushed up against the bundle of nerves that made his son’s back arch and a loud moan ripped from his throat.

Draco ground down the fingers inside of him, feeling pleasure coil tight in his stomach before he was coming onto his father’s chest. His body was trembling with over exertion as his father withdrew his fingers to let his hand settle on his hips. He let his other hand travel down to his own cock and with a few strong pulls while looking at the debauched blush on his son’s face he was coming as well; streams of liquid covering both of their chests.

Finally Draco collapse onto his father’s chest completely sated and exhausted. Lucius reached to the side and accoied his wand before casting a spell to clean both of them. After he set his wand aside he wrapped his arms around Draco and relaxed as they both fell asleep.

A few hours later Harry woke up to what felt like a mini earthquake, the epicenter was on his bed. He opened his eyes and shot up into a sitting position only to find Motsy and Hermione jumping up and down in either side of him.
“Miss Hermione says to wake you up, so Motsy and Miss Hermione wakes Master Harry up, sir!” Motsy exclaimed, jumping off the bed, leaving Hermione to continue jumping.
Harry looked up at Hermione, then at the little elf standing next to his bed, then finally at the door where Remus stood grinning from ear to ear. He groaned and plopped back down on his pillows. They were out to get him. He knew it. They were pure evil! Though no matter how much he told himself this he couldn’t help but let his face turn into a happy grin.

“Okay, okay,” Harry said when Motsy climbed back on the bed and began to jump up and down again when he didn’t get up fast enough for her standards, “I’m getting up!”

Hermione laughed and jumped off the bed, the little elf following her actions. Remus shook his head and continued to grin wolfishly before leaving the doorway to go back to his room.
Wait. Harry did a double take at the door. He was going the wrong direction to be going to his room. He looked at Hermione with wide eyes, which were looking back at him with mischievously innocent ones.
“I do not want details.” Harry said putting emphasis on ‘not’.

Hermione laughed before saying, “Harry nothing happened. We just went to the kitchen and talked last night. Remus told me that Moony had identified me as his mate, so we decided that we would give the relationship a shot.”

“So you’re already sharing a room?” Harry asked trying to remain serious even though a smirk was trying to form on his face.

“Not for reasons that you are thinking of Mister!” Hermione scolded, grabbing a pillow from Harry’s bed and flinging it at him, “Remus will still have his room in case we need space, but Moony needs to be close to me while the bond stabilizes.”

Harry raised his hands in the air in surrender, “Hey, you don’t need to tell your excuses to me!”

Hermione stuck her tongue out at him before she turned and ushering Motsy out of the room so that Harry could get dressed. She was excited to get to Diagon Alley. The Weasley’s were supposed to be going to and Remus had said that he was going to get her something. She really didn’t want to wait, but they had to eat first or they would be starving by the time they got back that afternoon.

Harry got up and stretched finding that his body was surprisingly limber with none of his muscles being stiff at all; which was odd. He always had stiff muscles from sleeping in odd positions throughout the night, especially when he had visions sent from Voldemort.
Harry frowned as he thought about his father. He really needed to find a way to free his parents. He also needed to find out which people in the Order of the Phoenix were loyal specifically to Dumbledore and which ones he might be able to sway to his side. It might be difficult since most people didn’t believe him when he said something until after everything blew up in their faces, but he knew he needed help in defeating the old wizard whenever that time came and having people spy on the old man would be helpful too.

He walked over to his dresser and opened up the drawers. He pulled out a pair of worn jeans and a t-shirt that wasn’t too large on him and didn’t it have any holes. He definitely needed to buy some new clothes when they went to Diagon Alley that day, or soon all he would have left to wear would be Mrs. Weasley’s sweaters that she knitted for him every Christmas.

When he finally got downstairs Hermione and Remus were already eating the breakfast that the elves had made. Motsy was standing next to Hermione trying to sneak bits of food onto the girl’s plate, as she was probably only agreeing to eat a little bit so that the elves didn’t have to work as much.

Harry strolled into the dining room and picked up a piece of toast before thanking Motsy for the food. After putting blackberry jam on the toasted bread he began munching on it quietly, listening to his sister and his second godfather talking. He sniffed the air and winced again as he got a whiff of their new created bond. He was beginning to wonder if this stronger sense of smell was such a lovely thing to have. It wasn’t that he wasn’t happy for them, he just didn’t like the rather graphic images of the two other them that popped into his head every time he breathed in.
Hermione finished her food after she finally caught Motsy giving her extras and stood up, “We all set then?” she asked looking from Remus, to Harry, then back again.
Harry finished off the last of his toast and stood up, nodding at Hermione as he swallowed. Remus took one more bite of his ham and eggs before standing too, and soon they were at Diagon Alley via the Floo network. Harry had to cast a cleaning charm on his clothing since he had fallen onto the floor after he had reached the end of his floo-trip.

The first place that they went was to Gringotts where they applied for and received membership cards that worked like muggle credit cards. Remus left them after they left Gringotts, claiming that he needed to go pick up something that he had previously ordered. He had hugged Harry and had given Hermione a kiss on temple before he was off down a side alley with the two teenagers staring after him.

Seeing the curious and contemplative look on Hermione’s face Harry quickly grabbed her by the arm and dragged her down to Flourish & Blotts books store to start getting their school supplies for the coming year. The gift card Hermione had gotten him for his birthday came in handy after he discovered that his text books for the next school year would cost about 98 galleons, and that was without the optional texts. After he had paid for all of his school books and a few other books that looked interesting he had overly thanked Hermione again for saving him sooo much money. She said ‘you’re welcome’ by sticking her tongue out at him and forcing him to buy her ice cream.

After they ate their ice cream they walked down a side alley with little stores that Harry hadn’t really seen before. They were passing a store called The Wanderer when Harry spotted a pair of pants that he liked the look of.

“Hey Hermione,” He called to his best friend so she wouldn’t leave him behind, “Let’s go in here, I need some new clothes.”

Hermione eyed the clothing he was currently wearing and nodded. As she walked into the store she said, “Yes, yes you do.”

Harry followed his sister into the store, wrinkling his nose at her in retaliation for her comment. Inside the store was a wide variety of clothes and robes. There was even a wall half covered in shoes and the other half was covered in weapons of all sorts. At the very back of the store was what looked like a tattoo chair and table.

As ideas began to pop into Harry’s mind a man in baggy jeans and a tight tank top walked up to him. He had short and spiky black hair and bright blue eyes. His earlobes were pierced and had studs in them while his lower lip had a captive hoop wrapped around the left side.

“Hello. I’m William Corner; I’m the owner of this shop. Is there anything that I can help you with?” the man said, looking at Harry and Hermione both.

“My brother needs a new wardrobe.” Hermione said before Harry could open his mouth.

William looked Harry over with a raised eyebrow before saying, “I can see that. If you’ll follow me I’ll hand you over to my wife Alysha. She takes care of the clothing section of the store. If you need any piercings, tattoos, or weapons you can come to the back by my studio and I’ll help you. Alysha!”

A woman about the same height as Harry with long, dark green hair and eyes walked out of an office just off to the side of the store and up to them with a large grin on her face. She wore a purple and black plaid halter top with a pair of black leather pants that were tight around the thighs and flared out to cover the heeled boots on her feet.
“Yes dear?” She cooed out as she reached up and gave William’s ear a sharp tug.
“These two need your help. The guy needs all new clothes.” William said as he winced and rubbed his now throbbing ear.
Alysha turned and gave Harry a dangerous smile that had him wondering if it would be safer to take his business elsewhere before she looked him up and down.
“Definitely needs leather, and maybe some jeans. Lots of tanks, a few t-shirts and tight long sleeves and sweaters to show off those biceps you seem to be hiding.” She said before turning and motioning for Harry and Hermione to follow.

Harry looked over at Hermione who looked like she was holding herself back from laughing. She just shrugged at him before she followed after Alysha. Harry followed her, suddenly feeling like he was a canary in a cat house.

By the time Alysha was done showing him clothes and forcing to try them on with Hermione’s all too willing help, Harry had more clothes than he could carry in both of his arms. He had been convinced to buy a few leather pants after Hermione had practically forced him into a pair. He had admitted to himself that it wasn’t too outrageous of a look, especially when the leather was made out of wyvern hide which resisted most spells and was rather light. He also grabbed a leather vest made out of the same material. He figured that he would probably need its extra protection in the days to come. On top of the pants and vest he got a variety of other jeans, pants, and shirts, as well as a jacket for a few sets of new robes. He also got a pair of new boots made out of dragon hide that were guaranteed to last for as long as his feet fit into them. Who needed steel-toe boots then nothing can pierce of crush dragon hide?

As Harry paid for his clothes and gave Alysha the address to send his new wardrobe to he looked to the back of the store where William was cleaning up his studio and sterilizing his tools. Merlin he was feeling rebellious today.

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When Hermione and Harry finally left The Wanderer he was the proud owner of a mountain of clothes, a new pair of boots, a jacket, and body modifications. While William was inking his arm and shoulder with a fierce looking dragon Hermione had brought up the idea of getting her tongue pierced. Apparently she had made a friend while she was travelling with her parents in France and the girl had had a tongue piercing and Hermione had begun to think about getting on herself. This is when Harry started thinking about piercings.

So when his tattoo – which ended up being a half sleeve with a background around the dragon – was finished he had gotten his nipples pierced. This, unlike his tattoo which used numbing ink, was rather painful. But it was worth it when he looked in the mirror and found himself admiring his own body, something that Hermione had laughed at him for. Hermione had also gone ahead with her tongue piercing. William had used a spell to heal the piercing so that her tongue wouldn’t swell, and now all she had to do was get used to the new addition being in her mouth.

They had walked out of the store looking and feeling like new and improved versions of themselves. Hermione had bought a pretty, knee length purple dress that showed off just a little bit of her cleavage after Alysha had showed it to her. She was currently wearing the dress and a pair of purple flats that Harry had sneakily bought for her to go with it. Harry himself wore a pair of tan leather pants that fit his legs nicely, a black long sleeve shirt made of lethifold hide, and a leather vest that matched his pants. He also had on his new boots that looked black in the cloudy daylight.

“Come on ‘Mione,” Harry said as he rotated his shoulders, getting used to the feel of his new clothing, “Let’s go to the Apothecary before I make any more spontaneous decisions.”

Hermione snorted at him, “You always make spontaneous decisions Harry, but maybe looking for the rest of our school supplies will keep you from buy the rest of Diagon Alley.”

Harry rolled his eyes and grabbed Hermione’s hand as they started walking back toward the main alley. He rolled his shoulder again as the numbing agent wore off, meaning that his tattoo was almost healed.

“How’s your arm?” Hermione asked.

“Almost healed,” Harry said as they entered the main alley, “How’s your tongue?”

Hermione smiled and stuck her tongue out at him before saying, “It’s odd, but I like it,” She bit her lip them before she asked, “Do you think Remus will like it?”

Harry’s eye twitched a little as he thought of what Remus’s reaction would be to his mate’s new addition, “Oh I’m sure he’ll like it Hermione.” He said, hoping he didn’t sound as weirded out as he felt.

When they finally reached the apothecary Harry felt a tug on one of his bonds, but it still remained closed so he didn’t investigate the feeling. It was when he walked inside that Harry realized what the tug signified. Standing in front of a row of potions ingredients, examining a jar of herbs with a meticulous eye was Severus Snape.

Harry felt his inner animal lurch forward, trying to free itself from Harry’s morals and conscious restraint. Snape seemed to freeze before he slowly turned his head and looked in Harry’s direction with barely contained shock.

Harry gritted his teeth ignoring Hermione’s questioning look as he nodded his head and said, “Good afternoon Professor Snape.”

It seemed that his voice was all that Snape needed to hear in order to pull himself together and pull his mask back on, though it didn’t have quite the same glowering effect that it had it the past.

“Mr. Potter, Miss Granger,” Snape greeted them before forcefully turning his head back to the potions ingredients in front of him.

Harry and Hermione split up as they quickly set out to gather the potions ingredients that had been listed on the list they had received from school. Harry prodded at the link that he knew connected him to the potions master, only slightly surprised when the link opened a little to let his thoughts through. He sent the older man the location of his new home with the addition of a hopeful invitation to visit tonight. Harry was suddenly ripped away from the link as the apothecary owner walked up to him.

“Hello, sir. What can I help you with?” the owner said with a forced smile on his face. He clearly wasn’t sure what to make of Harry. While he was well dressed, he was still a teenager. Harry could also tell that even though he owned a store the man was not a people person and definitely didn’t like children.

Harry looked around the store to hide his glance toward Severus and he was suddenly hit with an idea.

“I’ll take a pound of each ingredient you have, and half of any ingredient that you don’t have a full pound of.”

The owner’s eyes widened in and his face paled as he no doubt started thinking about the amount of product he would have to replace. Even with the amount of money that he would make from the sale, it would still be a hassle to get more of some of the ingredients he had.

“Yes, sir,” The owner said before quickly disappearing into the shelves.

Harry picked out a few flasks and bottles, an instrument holder, a mortar and pestle, and a few other potions supplies of high quality that he found. As he looked at the small section of potions books he felt his link to Snape flare open. He quickly grabbed an old tome to pretend to read as he listened to his mate’s voice in his mind.

“You have no need for that much potion’s product.” Snape said, not stating the question that he was actually asking.

“No, but you do.” Harry answered and then smiled at the shock that he felt from his mate.

It took a few moments but soon he heard his mate respond, “Thank you.” Then the link was closed again, but he could feel a small crack in it, like it had been left open just a little bit.

Harry walked up to the counter where the owner stood at the register. Hermione had just finished paying for her supplies and raised an eyebrow at him in question. He just nodded, hoping she understood that she would hear about everything later, and laid the rest of his purchases on the counter in front of him.

“Is there anything else I can help you with sir?” The owner asked looking him up and down with suspicion, no doubt wondering if Harry could actually pay for the products he had bought.

“No, sir,” Harry said pulling his Gringotts card from his pocket,

“That will be 1870 galleons sir,” The owner said, accepting the card Harry held out to him and scanning it, “Do you wish to carry your purchases out with you today, or is there an address I can send them to?”

Harry told him the address and took back his card, watching as the owner’s suspicious look turned into one of admiration when the card was accepted by his register, “You can also add a 300 galleon bonus for any supplies that will be hard to acquire.”

The owner looked faint as Harry turned, grabbing Hermione’s hand as he went, and walked out of the store.

“Oh Harry,” Hermione said as they walked down the alley, “I think you might have given him a heart attack.”

Harry chuckled at her mock worried tone, “Let’s go find Remus and show him your new tongue ring. Maybe I can go two for two today.”

A/N: Update requests should be sent to johnson.angel39@yahoo.com. I don't know if anyone noticed but the revamped version is missing a little character that was in the original. So, in honor and remembrance of Zeakel: '“Weird shit happens to you a lot doesn’t it?” Zeakel asked rhetorically, staring at him from his resting place.'

Nicky123: I don't know if it is still there but I did have it on hp-fandom.net. It wasn't finished though and I haven't been on there in a long time so I don't know if my account is even there anymore.
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