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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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“…And then I kissed him.” Harry finished his tale.

Hermione's mouth dropped open and she quickly covered it with a hand. “Harry!” She hissed from behind the hand. “He’s a teacher! You can’t just go around kissing teachers!” She said vehemently.

“Mate.” Harry reminded her.

“Still, there's supposed to be a certain professional distance between a teacher and their students. Even if you're leading the encounters, he'd be the one to take the fall if you two are found out. You're putting him in a terrible position.” Hermione chided.

Ron was slightly green, but he refused to leave his girlfriend's side.

“What if he agreed officially to be my donor? You said donor bonds usually turn sexual.” Harry pointed out.

Hermione frowned. “Well, there's no precedent for this particular situation, but generally anyone who becomes a vampire is legally emancipated and can take as their donor anyone of age, and the Ministry looks the other way, but I thought we were trying to keep your condition under wraps?” She reminded him.

“Oh, yeah.” Harry muttered. “Right.”

“In that case,” Hermione continued, “He couldn't become your donor officially, because nothing official about you can come to light.”

“Figured that out myself, thanks.” Harry muttered. “I do have my dad's cloak. I can sneak around for two years. Gryffindor will cover for me, and I can avoid the Slytherins finding me in the dungeons by using the cloak. It would probably work, I think.” He mused.

Hermione sighed. “If you're really determined to go through with this…”

“You'd prefer me dead?” Harry asked wryly.

“No, you're right, that is the best option we have.” She admitted. “I just wish there was some way to avoid putting Professor Snape's livelihood in danger to keep you alive and well.”

Harry suddenly frowned. “What are we going to do when people realize I’ve stopped aging? I’m going to look barely sixteen forever. People are bound to notice that.”

Hermione hummed. “Well, see, we don’t know exactly which vampiric traits you have. He said you can see your reflection, when vampires as a rule can't, so maybe you'll still age normally.”

Harry pouted. “Damn. Overly sensitive to sunlight and no immortality? I apparently got the short end of the stick.” He muttered.

“Possibly. All of this is pure conjecture at this point. We don’t know anything for sure.” She said.

“Well, at any rate, I’ve got to figure out how to turn off my thrall when he unintentionally draws out either the vampire or the incubus. Because thralling him and kissing him is only going to piss him off more every time I do it, so avoiding it is my best bet.” Harry said.

“Yes, that would be for the best. But how can we practice using your thrall in order to turn it off? We need an adult trained in Occlumency around for that.” Hermione told him.

“Do we really? Ron could probably step in. I don’t think I can thrall two people at once.”

Ron shook his head. “No offense, mate, but I really don’t want to get between you and your prey.”

“But she wouldn’t be my prey. That’s the thing, I don’t see her as a possible food source anymore, that honour is all for Snape. I'd just be using her as a very lifelike practice dummy.” Harry told Ron lightly.

Hermione shoved him. “Hey, watch it! I can still hex you, vampire or not!”

“And you’ve shown great restraint in not doing so, which I appreciate.” Harry said with a grin. “But,” He sobered. “I have to learn to control this, guys. It’s important that I get it under control so that Snape doesn’t keep getting put in situations like the one he was put in today. Neither of us need that happening again, and so it falls to me to get a handle on it.”

Hermione sighed. “I'll help you, if Ron agrees to supervise.” She said.

Harry turned hopeful eyes to Ron.

“Fine, but you owe me.” He said.

“I'll do anything you want, within reason.” Harry promised.

“Too right, you will.” Ron muttered. “Get on with it, then.”

Harry called up his thrall, noticing that it was getting easier to do now, and overlapped the two, deciding to go for broke. Either they'd make no progress at all, or Harry would learn how to go from a double-dose to nil in one fell swoop, which would help him immensely. He caught Hermione's eye and she fell very still.

He searched for an order to give her, something she would normally never do that would not embarrass her too much, and latched on to an idea.

Hermione opened her mouth and, in a surprisingly good voice, began singing TLC's “Waterfalls.”

Harry was shocked at her voice and nearly lost his concentration, but after the initial fumble, and Hermione's abnormally long pause between lyrics, he recovered and she continued.

He noticed Ron about to get up and tried to pull his thrall back in without prompting. He managed to get half of it pulled back before Ron got up to him and grabbed his wrist, but it took Ron breaking his concentration to fully break his hold.

Harry nodded at him in thanks as Hermione came back to herself and flushed brightly.

“So where were you hiding that voice, Pipes?” Harry teased.

Hermione buried her face in her hands. “Sunday school choir. I was in it from five to ten.” She explained.

“Sunday school?” Ron asked with a frown.

Harry shrugged. “It's like school, but religiously-based.” He explained. “Dursleys probably would have taken me there if they weren’t convinced I would burst into flames and make them the topic of all their neighbours’' gossip.” He said wryly.

Hermione giggled. “Well, count yourself lucky. It was terribly boring.”

“Anyway, I was almost there. Can we try again?” Harry asked.

Hermione sighed. “Can you have me do something else?” She asked.

“I could have you rap instead, but it would be badly done, because I think I need to know all the words, and Aunt Petunia doesn't like Coolio.” Harry offered.

Hermione made a face. “Never mind, just have me finish this song, then.” She decided.

Harry grinned. “Will do.”

Everyone settled back into their spots and Harry called up his thrall, and Hermione began to sing…

*****

The door to Severus' lab opened just as lunch was winding down and Severus poked his head out. “Potter, could you join me for a moment?” He asked, holding the door open.

Harry nodded and got up, heading into the lab, hearing the soft ‘snick' of the door closing behind him. “What's up?” He asked.

Severus hummed. “I wanted more blood. There are a few tests I’ve put together which should tell us how many traits you've inherited from your vampire and incubus sides. There are no tests for Ethologus abilities, since we exterminated them long ago, but we can test the potency of the other two and come up with theories as to the rest based on those results.” He told Harry, who nodded.

“Alright, I get it.” He rolled up his sleeve. “Knock yourself out, then.”

Severus quickly took more blood, having to reopen the cut twice. “Your healing ability has gotten stronger. It's because you've started getting my blood. You're becoming stronger.” He noted.

Harry felt a fission of irritation at the thought that Severus has wanted to keep Harry from becoming stronger, but he tamped it down and didn’t let it show. The man would be proud, if only he knew.

Severus finished collecting the blood he needed and nodded. “There. You may go now. I will let you know what I discover as soon as I have news.”

Harry nodded. “I'll be waiting.” He left the lab and rejoined his friends.

“What was that about?” Ginny asked. “Secret assignations?” She teased with a smile.

“Hardly.” Harry replied. “He needed more blood to test.”

Remus wandered in and took a seat at the table. “Anyone make tea recently?” He asked, burying his face in his hands. “I could really use a cuppa.”

Harry got up. “I'll make you some.” He offered, grabbing the kettle and putting some water on to heat.

“Any news?” Remus asked the group at large.

“There will be soon.” Hermione said. “Professor Snape just took some more blood for testing. Did he say what he was testing specifically, Harry?”

Harry shrugged. “Just that he was checking to see how potent my vampire and incubus sides are. Probably what traits I’ve inherited specifically. We know about the thralls, the aversion to sunlight, the feeding off sexual energies and my new nocturnal nature when I'm not on the potion. And my blood-drinking, but I think that one's always been a given. Snape didn’t seem too surprised about it.” He said.

“I've discovered something new about your scent, if you're interested.” Remus told Harry.

Harry quirked a brow and leaned his hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. “Let's hear it, then.” He said encouragingly.

Remus grinned. “Well, when I caught your new scent, there were three distinct smells on you: the smell of death, not decay, more of a musty stillness, which I knew to be vampire, and there were two others: a sweetness and a spicy scent. I found out from another Werewolf that the sweetness I smelled was the incubus. That means the spice is the Ethologus. It smells of cayenne pepper, but it’s a good deal fainter than the other two. I think keeping the Ethologus under control should be fairly easy. You just have to learn to control your temper.”

“Easier said than done.” Harry muttered, getting Remus his tea and setting it before the man. “I'm working on it, of course, but it will probably take time.”

Remus grinned. “Time that you'll get to spend with Severus?” He teased.

Harry flushed and cleared his throat. “Well, yes, but I’m trying not to be too excited about it.”

“No, I doubt he'd take that well. So what have you been doing today so far?” Remus asked.

“We worked on my thrall.” Harry said excitedly. “I can now rein it in, although it takes some fair effort to do.”

Remus smiled widely. “I’m proud of you, Cub! Does Severus know yet?” He asked.

Harry's grin widened. “Nope. It's my little secret for now. He'll find out soon enough.” He replied smugly.

“Well, come on, sit down and let’s chat. Can you take tea still?” Remus asked.

Harry hesitated. “Tea has been a bit hit-or-miss. But Earl Grey should be fine. And I can do fruity biscuits, just nothing with chocolate. Doesn’t agree with me anymore.” He explained, pouring himself a cup.

Remus' face fell. “Oh, Cub, I’m so sorry.” He said mournfully.

“About what? The chocolate? Don’t be, I can live without it. I was more upset over losing treacle, but I’m sure something will come along that will make up for it.” Harry said philosophically.

Remus nodded slowly. “Probably. Still, I don’t think I’d survive without chocolate.” He said.

Harry snorted. “Then isn’t it good no one's asking you to?” He asked.

Remus smiled. “Too true.”
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