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Fragmented Soul	By : StrawberryGirl87 & Bickymonster Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Fenrir Views: 79703 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 10
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I know said this would be out yesterday, but with one thing and another it didn't happen. I hope you can forgive us. But do not fear, we are still in line to get the Christmas update out on Christmas Eve, assuming we can get the read-throughs of the next two chapters done.

Fragmented Soul
Chapter 73 - It really is Quads
Despite the failures of Monday evening, Voldemort had quite enjoyed punishing both Gideon and Lucius for their inability to capture one little boy; it had dulled the fury he had felt somewhat. Needless to say he had been far from pleased with the attitude of the teenager, who had seemed to think that it was amusing to taunt him with… cookies, of all things.
What had angered Tom more, however, was that Greyback seemed to have been amused by the behaviour, rather than doing anything to bring the boy to hand. He would not have taken any such behaviour had he been in charge of the boy, but it seemed that Harry Prince was too deep in Dumbledore’s pocket to be swayed to his side. While not entirely unexpected, this was something of a disappointment.
Though, Voldemort strongly suspected that Dumbledore must have some leverage over the teenager, likely one that he simply would not be able to match. Of course he knew that the headmaster had Severus but there had to be more to it than that; the boy surely wouldn’t fold to the will of the headmaster for the sake of one imprisoned potions master.
However, Voldemort was determined that he could change that, that he could find something that would make the Prince boy obey him like he should; he wouldn’t allow Dumbledore to keep his hold on Harry Prince. Gideon’s pack of vicious mutts were still surrounding the Greyback pack and they could remain there, keeping them under control and also keeping an eye on them. If he was going to conquer Greyback’s pack of werewolves, as he hoped that he would, then he was going to have to know their weaknesses and so far the only weakness he knew that they had was each other.
Though he did have one other leverage that he wanted to try, one that Harry had carelessly displayed to him at the Ministry; Draco Malfoy. It seemed the young Malfoy had taken his instruction to befriend Harry Prince to heart. Now he needed to determine the truth of the boy’s loyalty, to be certain of it one way or another; Draco would either prove himself loyal or suffer the consequences.
“Lucius,” Voldemort said firmly, finally turning his attention to the blond man standing a little way down the room, waiting patiently. “You will bring young Draco here, I will speak with him.”
“My Lord,” Lucius said with a bow. “I shall arrange for him to return as soon as it can be arranged with Dumbledore, perhaps a visit with his mother…”
“I don’t care how, just make it happen,” Voldemort snapped impatiently. He was in no mood to listen to such things. He supposed a weekend visit, when it could be arranged, would raise less suspicion, which would be ideal given he didn’t want Dumbledore knowing where he was just yet; however, Lucius could deal with such matters himself.
“My Lord,” Lucius said again, dipping his head respectfully; he had spent too much time at the end of the Dark Lord’s wand lately, and had no wish to return there any time soon. He too wanted to speak with his son, to get an explanation of what Draco had been thinking; it had been highly foolish to accompany Harry Prince to the ministry, and he wanted answers almost as much as Voldemort.
“Your son better have some good answers, Lucius,” Voldemort told him with a dark smile, that promised nothing good. “I do not tolerate disloyalty.”
FGHP
Needless to say, after two days absent, there were a lot of questions for the teenage werewolves when the Slytherins arrived at breakfast to find the three of them already sat there, talking amongst themselves.
“What in Merlin’s name were you thinking?” Daphne demanded to know, dropping herself into the seat next to Harry, before anyone else had the chance; clearly she wanted to give Harry a piece of her mind.
“Ah, I see you have been speaking to Draco and Theo,” he said with a wry smile, throwing a glare at the two boys in question as they sat down across the table from him. The two of them shrugged in turn, neither of them were very apologetic for telling her what they had.
“Astoria was getting pretty insistent with her questions and we needed Daphne’s help to keep her distracted,” Draco told him, and Harry nodded his understanding at that; he wasn’t quite so sure why Daphne was still so determined to keep Astoria in the dark, but he would respect her wishes on that front.
“You could have got Draco killed, or Diggory, or yourselves,” Daphne pointed out, clearly not happy that she hadn’t really got a response. “How could you be so selfish?”
“Trust me, I know,” Harry said sadly he knew this perfectly well by this point without the reminder. “My boyfriend has already made that perfectly clear. I have been being punished for the last two days for my actions and choices.”
“What did he do, spank you or something? Theo asked, looking a little amused at that idea. Harry looked to be fine, so he figured that the punishment couldn’t have been that bad, but the young werewolf did seem to be carrying a lot of guilt over what they had done.
“He refused to actually,” Harry mumbled. While he had come to appreciate what Fenrir was teaching him, he still greatly missed the affection that the two of them usually shared; he couldn’t help the renewed thought that it might have just been easier if Fenrir had struck him.
“I don’t understand,” Theo questioned, thinking that refusing to spank Harry was the strangest idea of a punishment that he had ever heard of; unless Harry and Greyback liked that kind of thing that much, he supposed, but that wasn’t something he really wanted to think about.
“It doesn’t matter,” Harry said dismissively, with a wave of his hand, not wanting to get into the details of his punishment, “the point is that I realise now how stupid and selfish it was, and I’m sorry,” he said to Daphne before turning to Draco and Theo. “I’m really sorry that I put you guys in danger.”
“I wasn’t really in any danger,” Theo told him with a shrug, though he knew that the others had been. He certainly wasn’t angry with Harry, just worried that his friends had been in such a dangerous situation, and relieved that no-one had been seriously hurt.
“No, perhaps not,” Harry admitted, “but you still got caught up in a mess that should never have happened.” Theo had had to take care of a very upset Romy, and travel to the territory, things that hadn’t really been fair to expect him to do; and he had done it all without even a hint of a complaint.
“Your boyfriend… he didn’t actually hurt you did he?” Draco asked, still a little worried that Harry had faced two days of punishment at the hands of Fenrir Greyback; Harry might sometimes have a strength about him, and be magical powerful, but Draco was also certain that the Alpha wolf could easily do Harry a lot of harm.
“I wish it had been that easy,” Harry said with a sigh; still not really wanting to discuss it, even with Draco, but not wanting his friend to worry that he had actually been hurt.
“Is no one going to mention the fact that we’re brothers?” Clay asked suddenly. He hadn’t been able to stop thinking about it since the moment that Draco had sat down opposite them and he didn’t like that it felt like everyone was just trying to ignore it. He still didn’t know how he felt about it himself, and the whole thing was putting him on edge around the blond.
“I was trying not to think about it,” Draco said curtly, his whole expression a little pinched. He was mentally debating whether or not he wanted to talk to his father about it all, torn about whether he wanted to know the truth about Clay’s conception or not. He already knew that his own parent’s marriage had long since fallen to pieces, so he wasn’t sure why he cared so much, but it bothered him more than he wanted it to, that his father might have had an affair. He supposed it was probably because it would tarnish even those early days, when things hadn’t been so bad.
“Yeah, you’re a Malfoy now, Clay,” Theo said, looking at little too pleased with himself as he said this. He knew full well exactly how Clay would feel about that sentiment.
“Never,” Clay firmly, the word coming out as something close to a snarl. He was a Danes, and no matter how much blood he might share with some other family, he would always be Clayton Danes.
“Lucius Malfoy is your father, therefore…” Harry said, giving his friend an apologetic smile as he shrugged, letting his voice trail off. He knew better than most the folly of denying your biological father, and he didn’t want to see Clay go too far down that road.
“Seriously?” Daphne asked, looking back and forward between the two boys as though trying to spot the similarities.
“Unfortunately,” Draco confirmed drily, helping himself to some breakfast in a hope to escape the rest of the conversation.
“Lucius Malfoy isn’t my father,” Clay growled. He didn’t care much where his blood had come from, he knew who his real family was; just as it didn’t bother him much that Fenrir had been the one to bite him, he wasn’t bothered by whoever had happened to have sex with his mother to create him either.
“Biologically he is,” Romy said softly, grasping his hand in her own. She knew he didn’t want to think about it, didn’t want to accept it, but Lucius Malfoy was as much his father, as Adam Chester was hers; there was nothing to be gained by pretending otherwise.
“Yeah, well, I don’t care…” Clay said a bit lamely, finding it hard to be annoyed when the truth was spoken from Romy’s lips. “Damon is my Dad, end of story,” he insisted; whatever else might be true, there was no changing that much at least.
“Does your Dad know, Draco?” Daphne asked her friend. “That Clayton is his son?”
“I don’t know…” Draco told her. “He didn’t say anything when he saw Clay but I don’t get how he could not know that he fathered another child. It would have been right around the time he married my Mum too,” he added, with a shake of his head.
“Do you honestly think that your father was a virgin before he married your Mum?” Theo questioned, thinking that Draco would have to be far more naive than he had ever believed his friend to actually be, to actually think that to be true. Pure-blood circles only expected pure innocence from the brides, not their husbands-to-be.
“Honestly, Theodore, I don’t like to consider it,” Draco said, giving his friend a pointed look. There was always that undeniable truth that parents had to have been intimate but that didn’t mean that he actually wanted to consider that, and certainly not any activities his father might have engaged in prior to his marriage to Narcissa.
“There is only a matter of a few weeks between the two of you though,” Harry pointed out, knowing that Clay’s birthday was at the end of May and Draco’s only in early June. “Do you think he had an affair?” he asked curiously.
“Can we not talk about this,” Draco requested stiffly. He was starting to realise that he probably was going to have to discuss this with his father at some point, just because the not knowing was going to bother him too much. It was also something he knew his mother was likely to discover eventually, but that he wanted to keep from her until he knew more.
“I agree with him,” Clay said grumpily, crossing his arms over his chest, “I don’t want to talk about this anymore.” He was now regretting having brought up the subject at all.
“Aww, look at you two, agreeing on things,” Romy said with a teasing smile, giving her boyfriend a nudge.
“I don’t think that this is the first thing that they’ve agreed upon,” Harry said with amusement as he gave Romy a knowing look; though it was the first time he had considered the rather amusing fact that two of the guys crushing on his pack sister were actually half brothers.
“I agree with Draco and Clay, we shouldn’t talk about this,” Romy said decisively; she hadn’t told anyone other than Luna and Astoria about the awkward kiss with Draco, and now that she was with Clay, thought it was probably best that stayed quiet. “It’s obviously a bit weird for them both, so how about you go back to berating Harry for his stupidity, Daphne,” she suggested.
“Gladly,” Daphne said, turning his steel gaze back on Harry.
“I’ve already admitted to being an idiot,” Harry said with exasperation as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “How about we change the subject?” he suggested.
“Okay, let’s talking about Cedric,” Theo said with a smirk, happily digging into his bowl of sweetened porridge, and settling in to watch the show.
“Why would we talk about Cedric?” Harry asked with a frown, not liking that particular change of subject at all.
“Because he’s on his way over,” Draco told him, looking far too amused for Harry’s liking; Clay, Romy and Daphne all turning to look over their shoulders, confirming that Draco was indeed correct, the headboy was definitely heading in their direction.
“Oh for fuck sake,” Harry said, his head going down on to the table with a thud; he really didn’t want to deal with Cedric right now, even though he knew that the head boy would almost certainly have been worrying about him for the last two days.
“Hi, Harry,” Cedric said happily, clearly pleased to see that the three young werewolves had returned. “Why are you banging your head on the table?” he asked with concern, looking really quite alarmed.
“It’s part of his rehabilitation so that he stops being an idiot,” Clay told Cedric with a completely serious face and no hint of humour in his voice, turning back towards the table and sipping casually from his own cup of coffee. Romy too had to turn back towards her breakfast just to keep Cedric from seeing her lips twitch with amusement.
“Oh… umm…” Cedric responded, clearly not at all sure what to say to that. “Can he stop so that he can talk to me?” he asked, looking a little baffled, but determined to talk to Harry now that the teenager was back in school again.
“I think he has at least five more minutes of this before he can stop,” Romy told him with a forced smile on her lips as she turned to look at him, before going back to her breakfast again, hearing Clay smother a snort of amusement with his mug of coffee.
“Even that won’t be enough to stop him from being a reckless idiot with no sense of self preservation,” Daphne grumbled quietly. She knew that Harry had apologised and, to be fair, she thought he did seem genuinely remorseful, but she really would rather that the three young werewolves were boring stick-in-the-mud’s, without their peculiar sense of adventure, than keep putting them all in such danger.
“I really would like to talk with you, Harry,” Cedric insisted. He was glad that Harry had gone from hitting his head, to just resting it on the table now, but the teenager had still not even acknowledged his presence.
“Not now,” Harry snapped, suddenly turning to glare at the head boy. “Sorry,” he said when he realised that Cedric looked genuinely hurt, “I just have a lot on my plate at the moment, I didn’t want you there the other day, and I really wish you could just leave me be.”
“I am just trying to help,” Cedric told him with a frown.
“Well, to be quite honest, I neither want, nor need, your help,” Harry told him firmly. “I am grateful for the help you did give on Monday, but I don’t want you mixed up in all this, so just let it go.”
“You heard him, scram,” Clay said with a wave of his hand. He didn’t like the way that the head boy seemed to hang on Harry’s every word, the way that Cedric looked at him; it all seemed wrong to Clay, who knew that Harry belonged with their Alpha.
“It’s fine, he can stay if he wants, because I’m leaving,” Harry said, getting to his feet. “Suddenly not so hungry anymore.” His mood always seemed to plummet whenever Cedric showed up lately; maybe it was just because he knew how much Fenrir wouldn’t like the other boy being around, but he seriously wished that the head boy would get the message already.
“Hold up, I’ll come with you,” Draco said, pushing his plate aside.
“No, it’s fine,” Harry said shaking his head as he picked up his book bag. “I think I just need a little time alone. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”
“I’m going with him,” Clay said firmly, worried about the sudden sadness that seemed to have encompassed his friend.
“No,” Romy said softly, putting a hand on his arm to stop him, “just give him a little time. It’s been a rough few days and he has been constantly under watchful eyes the whole time. He’ll be safe where he is going,” she pointed out, hoping that Clay would realise that Harry was almost certainly going back to their forest room.
“I don’t like letting him walk around on his own,” Clay grumbled. Every time he let Harry out of his sight he was nothing short of terrified that something awful would happen to him, even though he knew full well that he couldn’t follow Harry around every second for the rest of his life. For one thing Harry was likely to beat him over the head with something heavy before too long if he tried.
“I could go with him,” Cedric offered, thinking that maybe he could get his chance to talk to Harry and prove himself useful to Harry’s friends at the same time.
“No,” Romy, Clay and Draco all said at once, sounding annoyed and frustrated with him, making Theo chuckle a little at the three of them.
“Only trying to help,” Cedric huffed, heading back over to his own table. Now that Harry had left he had no reason to put up with the obvious dislike the others apparently had for him.
FGHP
Harry was glad that no one had tried to stop him or even come with him, despite the fact that he knew they had wanted to. As he had fled the Great Hall he had even heard Cedric offer, which was possibly the worst scenario imaginable.
He hadn’t really realised just how much he had missed the intimacy with Fenrir; Damon had been right, he had taken it for granted and now that it wasn’t there he was doubting himself, hating himself, suffering beyond anything he had imagined. He wasn’t sure what it was but being back at school, so far away from his mate, from his pack and the territory, it had all come crashing down on him and Harry felt as if he was suffocating.
Alone in the forest room, Harry let himself fall apart. He wouldn’t cry in front of any of the others, least of all Clayton and Romy; he had to be strong for them, he was their leader, at least one half of their leader. He had to be strong, he had to be like Fenrir, showing no weakness and making decisions not just for his own good but for the good of everyone involved.
“So fucking worthless,” Harry muttered somewhat bitterly to himself, tears still streaming down his cheeks as he picked at the blades of grass that he and Romy had created together. He had no idea how Fenrir did this all the time and Harry was beginning to question whether or not he was worthy of being the mate of the Alpha.
Harry honestly wanted to give himself a good kick, though that was fairly impossible and he wouldn’t have felt the pain of it anyway. That was perhaps the reason why Fenrir hadn’t physically hit him and had had to get more creative with his punishment; the Alpha had certainly found a way to make him truly regret his actions.
The only pain that Harry could recall was when he had failed to take the correct dosage of his potions all those months ago, it had been excruciatingly painful going through the transformation then, as if someone was literally ripping strips of skin from his body. However, this hurt a lot worse; the emotional and the physical distance between him and his mate, it was unbearable, so much worse than any physical violence could be.
Which, Harry realised, was possibly why Fenrir had really done it. As this realisation dawned, the young submissive knew that he couldn’t sit here and feel sorry for himself, he just couldn’t. His mate had taught him a lesson, shown him how he had felt when he had learnt Harry had gone running off to the Ministry. Well Harry wasn’t going to let Fenrir feel that again.
He was meant to be the Alpha’s mate and he was going to live up to that, he was going to protect his pack siblings and start making the choices that he should have been making from the beginning. However, first, before he did any of that he was going to get some rest to try and make up for the broken sleep he had had so far that week. Romy and Clay would no doubt come and join him soon anyway, probably at lunch time, as soon as they were let out of lessons, or before dinner that evening at the very latest, and he planned to be asleep when they did; at least that way the two of them could be a little more intimate without grossing him out.
FGHP
“Jaylon,” Fenrir barked out suddenly, as the other pack members started to clear up after lunch.
The submissive turned to look at the Alpha with wide terrified eyes, whimpering slightly and darting behind Tessie. He had one fist clenched around Micha’s sleeve and almost pulled the older man over as he moved, his other hand scrunching tightening into a fist as he clung to the back of Tessie’s jumper.
“Hey, hey,” Micha said softly, trying to get Jaylon, who was trembling, to look at him. “Fenrir just wants to talk to you, you’re going to be fine,” he promised.
However, Jaylon was clearly terrified as he peered around Tessie and saw that the huge Alpha wolf was coming right towards them. “Can’t,” he squeaked out and, suddenly releasing his grip of the two submissives, he turned and went to run for the edge of the clearing.
He didn’t get far though, because Damon, having spotted how badly Fenrir had accidentally scared the young submissive, was ready to intercept Jaylon before he had managed to run even a few feet.
“No,” Jaylon screamed, desperate to go hide, to get away from all these big dominants that were closing in on him. “No, no,” he shouted, as Damon’s strong arms wrapped around him and stopped him short, preventing from running off into the surrounding forest again.
“Stop,” Damon said firmly but softly. He kept a hold on Jaylon despite the submissive’s desperate attempts to get away, knowing he was going to have more than a few bruises from Jaylon’s wildly flailing limbs. “I know you’re scared, but you’re safe here.”
“Let me go,” Jaylon pleaded, trying to push Damon away; tears were flowing down his face, though he calmed a little when he felt Micha cuddle around him too, helping Damon hold onto him.
“We can’t,” Micha told him gently, “there are dangers in those woods and we want to keep you safe.” He saw Fenrir trying to come closer and, though he knew that the Alpha just wanted to help, he was relieved when Tessie stopped him.
“Fenrir just wants to talk,” Damon told Jaylon calmly, despite the fact that the young man was still trying to escape his hold on him. He wanted to let go, understanding that being held by him was causing Jaylon to panic, but he was very worried that Jaylon would run straight for the woods, and they couldn’t let that happen.
“I’ll stay with you the whole time,” Micha promised, manoeuvring Jaylon so that it was him that was mostly holding onto the teenager rather than Damon, knowing that being that close to any of the dominants still scared the teenager. Damon released his hold on Jaylon as soon as he was sure that Micha had hold of the younger submissive, that Jaylon wasn’t going to be able to make a run for it.
“Scared,” Jaylon all but sobbed into Micha’s shoulder, clinging to the older submissive like a lifeline, aware of the intimidating Alpha standing just a few feet away with a frown on his face. He could also feel the eyes of the other pack members on him, making him feel weak and a failure; he wanted to be stronger, but he was just too scared.
“I think he just wants to make sure you understand how dangerous it was you running away into the forest was,” Damon said, softly, keeping himself a little over a foot away from Micha and Jaylon, just in case his mate needed some help. “Right, Fenrir?” he asked, looking to the Alpha, who still had Tessie’s hand on his chest discouraging him from moving any closer.
Fenrir grunted and nodded in confirmation. He couldn’t tolerate members of their pack rushing off; it was bound to end in someone getting hurt again, like it had when Harry had done so all those many months ago, when it had nearly cost him his own life. His pack was his to protect, and he would protect them all, the submissives, dominants and pups alike. “Don’t leave the clearing alone,” the Alpha instructed firmly.
“I won’t do it again,” Jaylon cried out, willing to promise anything to get away from the situation, to be allowed to go and just hide somewhere, maybe with just Micha and Tessie. “I’ll be good, I promise.”
“You put yourself and other members of this pack in danger,” Fenrir grunted at him; he didn’t like that Jaylon was so obviously terrified and wasn’t at all sure how to deal with it, but he knew he had to make the submissive understand.
“I know, I know, I’m sorry,” Jaylon sobbed. He felt so guilty too, given that this pack had rescued him and taken him in, and then he had repaid this by causing them such trouble.
“This isn’t helping anything,” Jenson said with a worried expression, coming to stand next to the Alpha. “I think he understands, but at the moment all this is doing is scaring him.”
“I think Jenson’s right,” Damon said with a sigh, sharing a look with Micha, who was still trying to calm Jaylon. “The far more pressing issue is deciding how we are going to handle the issue with Aiden.”
“He’s a spy for us, there is nothing to handle,” Fenrir said, seeing no reason why they should need to talk about this at all; they just had to wait for Aiden to prove himself one way or another.
“And we are just going to trust him?” Jenson asked sceptically. He wasn’t sure that anyone who had lived with his brother for any amount of time could be truly trustworthy. He understood that this was Tessie’s cousin, and that the man had brought Jaylon back, and trusted them to take care of Niko, but he still had his doubts. He glanced over at where Callie was sat with their young newcomer; he would keep his mate and unborn child safe at any cost.
“I believe him,” Tessie said, trusting Fenrir to keep his distance now, and heading over to try and help Micha comfort Jaylon. “I know I am biased and everything, with Aiden being my cousin, and my word probably doesn’t count for much, but he is my family; I want to give him a chance.”
“We’ll see how useful his information is,” Fenrir said with an unhappy grunt. He wanted to go and have some time on his own. Punishing Harry the way he had had been hard on him as well as on his young mate and he just needed some time away from the others to gather his thoughts. He had wanted to speak with Jaylon quickly before he headed off to work on the platforms, but this had got out of hand.
“I want to be there when we meet with him next,” Jenson said firmly, knowing that the Alpha probably wouldn’t like him insisting such a thing, but he knew Gideon and his pack better than the rest of them, and he wasn’t going to let anyone put his family in danger. Plus he hadn't missed what Aiden had said to Niko about not abandoning Dean, and he definitely had a few questions he wanted answered.
“No,” Fenrir said dismissively, “I will go.” He had yet to meet this cousin of Tessie’s and their supposed new spy. The last ‘spy’ they had had not ended well, and he wouldn’t risk them going down the same path again; he would be in control of the situation. He and Jenson couldn’t both leave at once, as it would leave the pack vulnerable, so Jenson would not be going.
“But Alpha,” Jenson protested. He wasn’t surprised that Fenrir had said no, but that didn’t make him like it any better.
“No, we take no chances, I will go,” Fenrir insisted, rounding on his Beta wolf. He was not at all in the mood to be argued with; it had been a very stressful few days.
“Alpha, may I take Jaylon to the stream?” Tessie asked. “I think that he needs to be away from the others to calm down.” She had the young boy cowering at her side, his eyes wide and fearful as he clung to Micha desperately.
“Yes, fine, take Lukas,” Fenrir said dismissively, thinking that Lukas was the least threatening of them to accompany Tessie and Jaylon to the stream. He truly wanted for Jaylon to feel safe amongst them, but he wasn’t sure how to make it happen. For now it was best to let the other submissives care for the boy, while he dealt with Jenson.
Gathering Jaylon up into her arms, Tessie headed away from the dominants of the pack, knowing that Jaylon needed to get away from them and calm down. It didn’t seem to matter how many times they told him that they weren’t going to hurt him, Jaylon just wasn't ready to believe them yet.
It looked as if it was going to be an uphill struggle until the poor, damaged teenager would be able to trust them but Tessie knew that they would get there, they had to. They had all the time in the world to show Jaylon that he was safe, that he was cared for and that no one was ever going to hurt him again.
FGHP
“Harry,” Romy said softly, as she tried to wake her pack brother gently. She had considered letting him continue to sleep, but he had slept most of the day away already and she and Clay really needed to know that he was okay; plus she wanted to make sure he ate something.
“Fen…” Harry said sleepily; the Alpha blanket was tucked around him, his brain was still clouded with sleep and for a moment he believed that he was back in the territory and safe in his mate’s arms.
“No, it’s not Fen, you’re at school,” Romy said gently, feeling mildly amused and she could hear that Clay was chuckling behind her. “You need to wake up, it’s almost dinner time, you should come and eat something.”
As Harry opened his eyes and blinked several times he had to fight back the tears as disappointment swelled inside of him when he realised that he wasn’t in the territory at all but at school, hundreds of miles away from his mate and all he wanted to do was to cry.
“Not hungry,” Harry said as he sat up and hurriedly wiped away the tears from his eyes, “you guys should just go without me.”
“We figured you wouldn’t feel like facing the Great Hall, so we fetched stuff from the kitchen, so that we could eat here together,” Romy told him gently, pretending not to have seen Harry’s tears; she knew he wouldn’t like her to make a fuss.
“Still not hungry,” he told her with a pointed look, though he was grateful for the consideration.
“You can’t just not eat…” Clay said firmly, with a look of disapproval; he was sure that Harry wouldn’t have dared to suggest such a thing within Fenrir’s hearing range, certainly not while still under punishment.
“I will, when I’m hungry. I’m going to the library for a bit,” Harry told them, getting to his feet. “You two stay here, have dinner together, you need the time alone to… ah, figure things out.” They had told him that they were officially dating now and he really didn’t fancy sticking around to find out exactly what that entailed.
“Harry!” Romy said, sounding shocked at the implication; she might have seriously considered going further with Clay the evening before, but they both now agreed that a slower pace would be better.
“That was your mind wandering places it shouldn’t, not mine,” Harry said with a forced smile. He really was happy for them, but it was undeniably hard knowing that they could be together whenever they wanted, while he was separated from his mate. He didn’t want to put that on them though, it wasn’t their fault and he wouldn’t punish them for it.
“Speaking of which,” Clay said, looking at Harry with a stern expression, “don’t you go wandering places you shouldn’t.”
“Just going to the library, promise,” Harry told him seriously. “Take the night off Mr Bodyguard, spend a little time with your lovely lady,” he added, gesturing to Romy with a smile, giving her a bow with a twirl of his wrist.
“Please, be careful,” Romy requested, rolling her eyes at his silliness; she didn’t like that he was heading off by himself much more than Clay did, but equally didn’t want to crowd him. She just needed to know he was going to be as cautious as he could be.
“Relax, enjoy being his girlfriend, hell, you deserve it… just for putting up with his awful singing you deserve it,” Harry said heading for the door. “Oh and you two be careful too… I don’t want to be an Uncle just yet,” he added with a wicked grin.
“Harry!” Clay and Romy both exclaimed at once, making him actually chuckle.
“Thanks for trying, with the bringing dinner,” Harry said, from the doorway, wanting them to know that he really did appreciate their effort to take care of him; he was started to think he had taken a lot for granted and was determined to try not to do that so much anymore.
“We’re just worried about you,” Romy said softly, taking Clay’s hand in her own.
“I know, you don’t have to be, just needed some space today,” Harry told her. “I will be back to driving you crazy by tomorrow, I’m sure.” And before Romy could comment he headed out into the corridor, closing the door behind him.
“Do you think he’s going to be okay?” Romy asked, turning to look up at her boyfriend, who was still looking at the door with a small frown.
“Yeah,” Clay responded, turning to face her. “I think he’s just being Harry,” he added with a small smile, though she could still see the concern in his eyes.
“What do you mean?” she questioned.
“I think he just wants to give us some space,” Clay explained. He was sure that Harry needed his own space too, but he was fairly certain that part of the reason his friend hadn’t wanted to stick around was out of consideration for them as a new couple, and his desire not to be a third wheel.
“Oh,” Romy said, turning to glance at the door before looking back to Clay. “Still, if he isn’t back in a couple hours…”
“We go find him,” Clay told her with a firm nod, “and drag him back here forcefully if we have to.”
“But while we do have the room to ourselves,” Romy said, turning to stand extra close to his chest, looking up at him with a devious little smile on her face.
“Mhmm, yes, we wouldn’t want to waste such an opportunity,” Clay agreed, smiling as he leaned down and claimed Romy’s lips with his own.
FGHP
True to his word, Harry had gone to the library. He had hoped that it would give him the solitude he wanted and also he intended to write to Lukas; he wanted to feel some form of connection to his pack and of course he had to check up on a few things.
Seeing as it was dinner time, Harry hadn’t thought that anyone would really have chosen to skip a meal to come to the library; he was therefore rather surprised to see a few students occupying some of the tables. They were mainly seventh years though, which made sense considering they would have their N.E.W.T.s coming up.
There were even a few dedicated fifth years that Harry recognised by sight but not by name, which made sense as they too had exams coming up at the end of the year. Harry hadn’t really thought about taking his O.W.L.s. His Dad had taught him to N.E.W.T. level already but he supposed he would have to take them regardless, now he was at the school.
It wasn’t something that he had even considered before now, he had always had too much on his mind to think about it. Though he knew that if it came down to it, he wouldn’t be taking them, not if he had done his part of the vow and destroyed Voldemort. If that had happened he would be back in the territory with his mate and starting a family.
That was another thing that he hadn’t really thought about, not since Christmas, when he had taken the potion to make sure that he couldn’t accidentally get pregnant. Now that Callie and Jenson were expecting, it made Harry think about it a whole lot more.
Of course there was no way he would risk it before Voldemort was gone, as he had no idea what destroying all the Horcruxes would entail, but it was something that he wanted, he was sure of that now. He honestly couldn’t wait to tell his mate that he was pregnant with their pup. Though as he brought out the book that Jenson had given him, intending on looking into the potion that he needed to brew for Callie, he knew that he needed to brew the contraception potion for himself again soon.
He found that he didn’t really want to take it but he knew that he had to; there was no way that he could bring a baby into war and such uncertainty. While he was at it he’d brew some for Romy and Micha; it would at least give them the option to take it if they wanted to and it would last three months, which would give them peace of mind.
“Hi, Harry,” a familiar voice said making Harry groan. He had just wanted to be left alone; he had a letter to write and research to do, he didn’t want company. If he hadn’t even wanted Romy or Clayton around him then he certainly didn’t want Cedric, especially not when the older teenager insisted on looking at him like he was a lost puppy.
“Didn’t you get the hint this morning?” Harry asked, though his tone wasn’t harsh, not like it had been at breakfast, it was more one of exasperation. He really wished that Cedric would just let go of the little crush that he seemed to have because it really wouldn’t be going anywhere, not ever.
“I only wanted to see if you’re alright, it’s been two days since… well, you know. Dumbledore told us that you had gone home and were with your family; I was worried about you.” As Cedric said this he took a seat at the table, where Harry was sat, without asking.
“You were worried that I was at home with my family?” Harry asked with slight amusement. He couldn’t imagine anywhere safer for him to be than with his mate and family in the territory.
“Yes,” Cedric admitted with a shrug; he wouldn’t apologise for being concerned for Harry’s safety when he was with Greyback. He doubted that Harry was ever going to be safe while he was in that pack of wolves. It wasn’t that he thought them all dangerous, in fact nothing close to it, he just thought that their loyalty to Greyback would trump keeping Harry safe and protected.
“They’re my family,” Harry said with annoyance. “I don’t know why you think that I wouldn’t be safe with them but I am, so why don’t you stop worrying about me so much and start worrying about yourself.”
“Why would I need to worry about myself?” Cedric asked gently. He didn’t like the tone that Harry was taking with him but he wouldn’t give up. He was sure that Harry was being abused and he just didn’t know any different. He knew the stories of the teenager, he had seen how extraordinary the young man could be and how powerful he was but he was still so young and Cedric believed that Greyback was taking full advantage of how naive Harry was.
“Because I have a mate that is very protective of me and he doesn’t like you as it is,” Harry said, glowering at the older teenager. He was keeping a protective hand over the book that Jenson had given him, not wanting Cedric to see what he was doing and jump to the wrong conclusion. The Hufflepuff was smart, one look at this particular potion and he would know that it was to be taken by those who were pregnant.
“I don’t care if he doesn’t like me,” Cedric said with a sigh; he had gathered as much when he had come face to face with the beast of a man in Hogsmeade but that didn’t mean that he was going to give up, not when he believed Harry to be in danger. “Him not liking me means that he sees me as a threat and I’m happy to be a threat to him.”
“You really don’t want to be seen as a threat by Fenrir,” Harry said somewhat smugly, though thinking about what his Alpha did to threats, what he could possibly do to Cedric if the head boy really did get in the way, it was something that Harry wouldn’t wish on anyone.
“If it means keeping you safe from him, I do,” Cedric admitted, reaching forward and trying to take Harry’s hand within his own. Harry, however, snatched it back, glaring at the older teenager. Cedric averted his eyes from the glare, his gaze wandering down to the table and to the book which Harry had tried to hide from him.
“I don’t need to be kept safe from him, he’s my mate, we’re bonded,” Harry tried to argue but Cedric didn’t look up to him again, instead they carried on staring at the page in the book that Harry had been reading. A moment too late, Harry realised what was happening and snapped the book closed.
“Harry…” Cedric began, sounding fearful. He had done his research when he had found out what Harry was, and so he knew it was possible, but he didn’t want it to be true, he didn’t want to think that at fifteen… “Are you…?”
“It isn’t your business what I am,” Harry snapped, snatching the book towards him and pushing it into his bag. “I came here to read and to study, I didn’t want company and, if I did, it wouldn’t have been you.”
Getting to his feet Harry headed for the exit; however, the head boy was not going to drop the subject so easily and he certainly wasn’t going to let the young werewolf get away before he had got some answers. Cedric was on his feet and following Harry so fast that he managed to catch up with him not three metres from the entrance to the library.
He grabbed hold of Harry’s wrists, stopping him from running off again, turning the submissive round and effectively pinning him to the wall. “Tell me, Harry, please… are you?”
Of course Harry tried to valiantly push Cedric away, not liking being cornered in such a way; when Fenrir was this up close and personal he didn’t mind, the scent of his mate calming him but when it was someone else it made Harry panic a little; he didn’t like being trapped or confined.
“Am I what?” Harry challenged, glaring at the head boy, trying desperately to keep his breathing under control.
“Are you… are you pregnant?” Cedric asked, dropping his voice on the last word, not wanting anyone else to overhear; he knew that Harry wanted to keep it quiet that he was a werewolf and if people found out he even could get pregnant then they would know he was one of only a few creatures for whom that was possible.
Harry laughed, he couldn’t help it; he knew that that was the conclusion that Cedric would have jumped to and the head boy had good reason to believe that, considering the potion he had been reading about.
“So what if I am?” Harry challenged, his tone dangerous; he didn’t particularly want Cedric to think that he was, but he wasn’t going to indulge the head boy’s nosiness by telling him the truth. “It wouldn’t be any concern of yours if I was carrying my mate’s child.”
“You aren’t denying it,” Cedric said, sounding a little horrified as he looked from Harry’s eyes and down to his flat stomach. He already disapproved of the age gap between Harry and the intimidating Alpha, but now it seemed that Harry was becoming a teenage parent to boot.
“No,” Harry said, scowling and crossing his arms over his chest as Cedric took a step backwards, away from him, “I’m not.”
“Not pregnant, or not denying it?” Cedric asked, feeling even more confused; he really didn’t know what to think. The whole idea that Harry was even able to get pregnant seemed weird to him; wizards couldn’t normally and there were only a handful of creatures that had male submissives that could. Once he had started doing some serious research, though, it had quickly become pretty clear that Harry was definitely one of these rare male submissives.
“Take your pick,” Harry told him with a shrug of his shoulders. He honestly didn’t care what Cedric chose to believe. “Either way, it’s none of your business,” he pointed out.
“Please, I need to know,” Cedric begged him, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to stop worrying until he knew for sure, and if Harry really was with child, then it was even more urgent to try and help him. “Why else would you have been looking at that potion? I know it is for pregnancies,” the head boy pointed out.
“No, you don’t need to know anything,” Harry told him angrily. “I’m a werewolf, we’re not like you; submissive werewolves are able to get pregnant from their early teens. No doubt you’ve done the research, you know the facts. I have a mate and I love him; anything else isn’t your concern!”
“You can’t be!” Cedric exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air, unable to believe this was really happening, that the young man he was so besotted with could actually be carrying Greyback’s child.
“Of course I can, I have sex with him a lot, and I enjoy it too, in fact it’s fucking mind-blowing. I wouldn’t be surprised if I was having quads the amount of times he’s come inside of me,” Harry told him, giving Cedric a shove to get him to back off. “I don’t care whether you believe I am or not, it doesn’t change a fucking thing. Now leave me alone, I am going to go find Romy and Clay,” he said pushing passed Cedric and storming out of the library.
Cedric’s chin was halfway to the floor as he gaped at the teenager, surprised to hear him speak of his relationship so crassly. “Let me walk with you,” the head boy insisted once he had recovered from the moment of shock, jogging to catch up with Harry in the corridor. He certainly wasn’t going to let this issue go until he had answers.
“No,” Harry said, picking up the pace and trying to leave the Cedric behind. He was almost reluctantly impressed with the head boy’s persistence on the matter, even if it did make him want to turn around and punch him or something of the like.
“I just want to know the truth,” Cedric said, his voice almost pleading; he had been scared for Harry from the moment he had first seen who his mate was, but now that there seemed to be a child involved too, he was scared for their future as well. If promising both Harry and the child’s safety was what it took to get Harry away from Greyback, then that was what Cedric would do.
“No,” Harry repeated through gritted teeth. He might have felt bad about misleading Cedric on this matter, but the head boy had brought it upon himself with his incessant hassling and stalking. Part of him knew this might make everything worse, but he couldn’t help himself, he was kind of enjoying Cedric’s obvious panic.
“Do you hate me or something?” Cedric asked with hurt in his voice, as he caught up with Harry, despite the teenager’s hurried pace. He understood that he was probably pushing too much, but he couldn’t help how he felt, how much he cared for Harry.
“No,” Harry said turning and facing Cedric. “Though I am working up to it.” Harry didn’t think that hating the head boy was that far off happening at the rate that Cedric was going. He honestly didn’t want to hate him, not when he knew Cedric’s intentions were good but Harry truly just wanted for there to be one less complication in his life. Cedric Diggory was just one complication too much for him to deal with.
“Then why won’t you talk to me?” Cedric asked, pleadingly. He didn’t understand why it was that Harry was so determined to push him away, to keep him out of his life, when he had never done anything other than try to help and try to be Harry’s friend.
“Because you want more from me than I can give you,” Harry said with a sigh. He had come to realise how much Cedric cared for him, despite how much he had been in denial about it for so long. Under different circumstances he might have even been able to consider the possibility of exploring things with the head boy, but there was no point thinking about such things because he loved Fenrir, he was mated to Fenrir, he was going to spend his life with Fenrir.
“I just want to be with you…” Cedric said, his voice coming out quieter and breathier than he had intended; he had never wanted anyone the way he wanted Harry. He knew that what he was feeling was dangerous, he had never wanted anyone as badly as the young man in front of him, there was something about Harry and he couldn’t get him out of his head.
“And I’m with someone else,” Harry pointed out with exasperation, heading off down the corridor again. He was seriously tired of repeating this to the head boy over and over again; he had heard that Cedric was supposed to be intelligent, but he didn’t seem to be very good at listening to him.
“I’ll look after you, you and the baby,” Cedric said as loudly as he dared given they were in the school hallways, as he hurried off after him again. ”Just… leave him, please,” he pleaded somewhat desperately. He wanted Harry, baby and all if that was what it took to get Harry away from Fenrir.
“You think that I’d leave the father of my child when I’m carrying his baby?” Harry asked incredulously, turning to glare at Cedric over his shoulder, as he kept walking. “You’re completely fucking insane!” he declared loudly to the world in general, throwing his hands up in the air.
“So you admit it, you are pregnant…” Cedric gasped out. He hadn’t wanted to believe that it could really be true, even though it didn’t change how he felt about the teenager at all.
“Leave me alone, Cedric!” Harry snapped irritably. He had more than had enough of the head boy and his pestering. Cedric could think whatever he wanted, Harry honestly didn’t care anymore. He almost wished that he was actually pregnant just to prove to Cedric that he was serious about his relationship with Fenrir and would never leave him.
“I can’t just leave you alone, I am worried about you,” Cedric said, still walking quickly to keep up with the surprisingly speedy teenager. Cedric’s taller frame and longer legs seemed to count for very little when it came to chasing Harry.
“I’m fine!” Harry insisted. “And guess what, not only am I pregnant, but it really is quads; you know us werewolves so well, you should know multiples are more common. I’m having four of Fenrir’s children,” he added a little more quietly. He might want to wind up Cedric, scare him off, but he didn’t want someone else to overhear and start spreading rumours. “Do you really want to play happily families with me and four children? All of them will be like me and their Daddy by the way.”
As Harry had hoped, Cedric actually stopped walking and gaped at him in shock, not knowing what to say. This of course gave Harry enough time to take off at a run, getting around the corner and finally managing to ditch the head boy by ducking behind a tapestry.
He could hear Cedric looking for him, calling his name almost a little desperately, but stayed where he was, closing his eyes and resting his head back against the cool stone of the wall. He hadn’t actually meant to lie to the older teenager, but he had had enough and just wanted Cedric to leave him be. It was clear now that even the idea of him being pregnant by Fenrir wouldn’t be enough to scare away the older boy.
Harry waited a few minutes longer, time which also helped to calm him a little, before he ducked out from behind the tapestry and headed off in the other direction, towards the forest classroom.
FGHP
Amycus Carrow had seen Harry Prince heading into the library during dinner time. He was supposed to have been meeting with his sister, but given that one of their primary reasons for even being in the school was to keep a close eye on the boy, he promptly decided that he would take a detour and find out what the teenager was doing, wandering off alone, rather than having dinner with the other students.
He was therefore rather disappointed when it seemed that the young man was genuinely intending to sit and do nothing more interesting that read a book. Amycus did, however, find a place to lurk nearby, but after giving him a few minutes longer he came to the conclusion that he wasn’t going to learn anything of interest. He was about to step out from behind the bookcase he was using to hide behind, when another, slightly older boy joined Prince at the table.
Amycus watched him closely, noting that Prince did not seem at all pleased to see the other boy; Diggory, he thought his name was, the head boy. Amycus frowned thoughtfully, having been unaware that the two boys knew each other. He listened closely, not really at all interested in what sounded like some kind of lovers tiff, however, when Prince stormed off, and Diggory chased after him, Amycus found himself curious.
The revelation that the Prince boy was pregnant with Greyback’s children, and four of them at that, certainly made him glad that he had decided to eavesdrop, this was definitely information that Voldemort would want to hear. He would fetch Alecto, tell her what he had heard, and they would tell the Dark Lord together.
FGHP
“You are certain about what you heard?” Lucius asked, not sure what to believe. He was in the dining room of Malfoy Manor; the Dark Lord sat at the head of the table, the huge basilisk covering most of the floor as usual and the Carrows were standing a short distance from them, claiming that they knew Harry Prince to be pregnant. To say he was sceptical would be an understatement, particularly given he hadn’t even been aware that male werewolves were capable of bearing young. A sneer formed on his lips at the thought of it, something he had only heard of in those with blood polluted by creatures and rare even then.
“Of course,” Amycus insisted, not at all appreciating the doubt that Lucius was trying to cast over his information. He spoke to the Dark Lord, rather than to Lucius; he didn’t out rank them, no matter how much he believed he did. “He was telling Diggory, the head boy, who does seem rather taken with him, that he was pregnant with four of Greyback’s children. And the Prince boy was reading the details of how to brew some potion for pregnant people.” It had taken Amycus very little time to locate his sister after Prince and Diggory had run off and repeat all he had overheard, and the two Carrows had wasted no time in apparating to Wiltshire.
“Ah, actual useful information,” the Dark Lord hissed, though in a tongue that only the huge basilisk could understand, “it seems I shall not be feeding either of these Death Eaters to you today,” he added, the basilisk raising its head to brush against Voldemort’s hand.
“My… my lord?” Amycus asked, having no idea what was being said, which made him decidedly nervous. He had no idea how Voldemort was reacting to this news.
“Return to Hogwarts, keep me informed,” Voldemort said, his words still a little hissed, but in definite English this time. He was truly pleased to have learned of this so quickly, but he needed a little time to work out what to do with what he now knew. He also had questions for some other people that had perhaps failed to inform him of this news.
“Yes, my Lord,” the Carrows said, bowing quickly and hurrying from the room; they were not about to stay when they had been given leave to go. They weren’t stupid and were more than happy to escape from a meeting with their Lord unscathed, however, now that they were gone Voldemort’s attention had already turned to Lucius.
“Your son, Draco…?” Voldemort asked, his eyes fixed on Lucius expectantly.
“Will be here this weekend, it has all been arranged,” Lucius told his Lord and master. True, he had not informed Draco of his impending visit home as of yet, but he had made the arrangements needed such that there would be no issue; and given the boy’s impertinent attitude, he thought that a little obedience with short notice would do Draco some good.
“Excellent,” Voldemort said with a twitch of his lips which was close to a sneer. He would find out how much the Malfoy boy knew, as well as test his loyalty. He would get his answers, but for the moment he needed to think, consider his next moves carefully. “Come,” he hissed as he got to his feet, heading towards a door at the opposite end from where the Carrows had just left.
Lucius wasn’t foolish enough to think that the Dark Lord had been speaking to him, and sure enough the large basilisk began to slither off after its master. He waited until he was alone in the room before he dropped himself into one of the chairs there; he hoped that Draco would be able to prove his loyalty, or else it seemed that Abraxus was going to end up being more useful that he had imagined.
FGHP
Clay was leaning back against one of the trees in their forest room, with Romy cuddled into his side, when Harry barged into the room. The submissive had a thunderous expression on his face, as he slammed the door shut behind him. Romy startled awake, having half fallen asleep against her boyfriend, looking up worriedly at Harry, as he started pacing back and forward.
“Harry….?” Romy asked hesitantly, sitting up a little as she shared a concerned look with Clay, wondering what had happened.
“Cedric thinks I’m pregnant,” Harry suddenly blurted out, running his hand through his hair, though he didn’t stop his pacing back and forward.
“Are you?” Clay asked, his eyes wide in shock at the very idea.
“Clayton,” Romy chastised under her breath, hitting Clay with the back of her hand. She knew that Harry had taken a contraceptive potion, and she was fairly sure that he would have come and told them that he was, if he actually was pregnant, rather than talking about Cedric. Therefore she was going to assume he wasn’t until she heard otherwise. “What happened, Harry? Why would he think such a thing?”
“Erm… because I might have implied I am…” he turned to them and gave them a wry and slightly apologetic smile. It felt kind of stupid now, foolish even, but Cedric had just been pushing all his buttons and he had just let it go too far, and now he was quite sure he couldn’t possibly explain it to the head boy without it seeming like he was leading him on or something.
“Okay…,” Romy said slowly, “just to be clear, you aren’t actually pregnant, right?” This was something that she actually wanted to be sure on. When it came to Harry she was beginning to understand that pretty much anything was possible, contraceptive potion or not she wanted to be sure.
“What? Oh. No, I’m not… at least, I assume I’m not,” Harry said, looking worried for a few seconds before shaking his head. “I’m not, I’m sure I’m not,” he said, as though his determination would make it not true. “Cedric just saw me reading something, and then I was just kind of going with it just to screw with his head, and things… spiralled.”
“They spiralled,” Clayton said cautiously, unsure how things could spiral to a point where Cedric believed Harry to be pregnant when he wasn’t.
“Yeah, he thinks I am carrying quads,” Harry said, trying to not look too amused as he remembered the shocked expression that had been on Cedric’s face.
“Harry…” Romy said with a sigh, getting to her feet and heading over to him. “You are such an idiot sometimes,” she said before pulling him into a hug.
“With quads, isn’t that like four babies or something…?” Clay said a rather disturbed expression on his face his eyes fixed on Harry’s flat belly. The idea that his friend might ever have one baby growing inside him was weird enough, but four…
“No, it’s twelve, Clay,” Harry said sarcastically, rolling his eyes, and making Romy chuckle, as she released him from her hug.
“TWELVE?” Clay exclaimed, his eyes going even wider, having apparently missed Harry’s sarcasm. “And he believed that?”
“It’s four, Clayton,” Romy said with exasperation. “Apparently Harry is completely incapable of being serious today,” she said, as she moved back over to Clay and sat down next to him, cuddling back into his side.
“This is going to come back to bite me in the arse, isn’t it,” Harry said with a sigh, moving over to sit on Clay’s other side, leaning against his best friend with an overly dramatic sigh. “Save me, Clay. Save me from the insane head boys and my own inability to know when to just shut up.”
“It’ll be fine, Harry,” Clay said patting him on the back a little awkwardly. “The worse that’s going to happen is Cedric might be a little extra bit stalker-y, and I will just threaten to bite him and we will see how fast he can run then.”
“Clayton, don’t you dare,” Romy chastised, though she clearly wasn’t too upset as she didn’t move from her spot at his side.
“Thanks,” Harry said, ignoring Romy’s words as he too cuddled into his friend’s side.
“No problem,” Clay said, cuddling Harry and Romy into either side of him. It was comfortable the three of them sitting close together like this, and he was very aware of Romy’s body pressed close against his, as she began to drift off to sleep. He couldn’t help himself as he leaned down a pressed a kiss lightly to her lips, which twitched into a sleepy smile.
“Yeah, okay, I am so cuddling between the two of you,” Harry said, getting up and wiggling himself in between the two of them, causing them both to glare at him. “Well I don’t want to just be cuddled up next to either of you while you start groping or something,” he pointed out.
“And you think I can’t manage to reach across you?” Clay asked with a devious smirk.
“Nope, you have far too much respect for Romy to do such a thing,” Harry said with certainty, making Romy chuckle a little.
“But, but, but…” Clay said giving Harry his best kicked puppy expression. He really wanted to sleep next to Romy; though, now he actually thought about it, Harry was probably right, he wouldn’t have been able to keep his hands entirely to himself.
“Nope, ” Harry said with a laugh, snuggling down to get some rest, feeling safe and comfortable between his pack siblings.

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