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The Pack	By : Suziesu74 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 55787 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 15
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Darkness, not even the light of the moon to illuminate his straining eyes, Harry felt his chest constrict with rising panic. He reached up to see if his eyes were obscured by something and his fingers froze as he touched fur instead of smooth skin. Harry opened his mouth to let out a shout of terror and his vocal chords rebelled letting out a hoarse bark of fear. Without any warning, his body shifted and his back contorted with breath- stealing agony. Harry’s mind became muddled with the intense pain as his body reshaped itself, muscle lengthening and changing shape. Harsh grunts and growls the only sound filling his befuddled mind.
I’M CHANGING….THE PAIN!
That was the last coherent thought as the agonising rebirth continued unabated. Harry couldn’t breathe with the suffering he was experiencing. Relief, swiftly there and Harry waited with baited breath for the pain to continue but as he flexed the new muscles he felt invigorated rather than tortured. Scent rather than vision taking over his instinct and the aroma of earthy wildfire filling his lungs.
BITCH
Harry wallowed in the heady scent as it seemed to permeate his very being but there was another thought in the back of his mind, wolf and man combined.
MISS MY MATES….BITCH…PACK?
Soft gentle fingers stroked his head, smoothing his fur and Harry leaned into the tender touch, the scent deeper, fuller in its wildness.
“Kid…wake up.” The feminine voice was smooth but with a hint of concern. Harry felt himself on the periphery of wakefulness but part of him longed to stay in the warmth of his wolf form.
Remus
The single thought filled his head and Harry’s body thrummed with need.
Sirius
The all-consuming hunger growing inside him and the wolf side howled at the distance between them, only stopped from becoming frenzied by the soothing scent of the other wolf.
“Hey.” That gentle voice now tempered with more fear, Harry fought the cocoon of his unconsciousness.
Brightness attacked his blurred vision and his head throbbed at the harshness. A caress of fingers across brow made Harry’s flutter shut and he took a moment to assess his injuries. His arm and ribs pulsed with pain and his head felt fuzzy.
“Back in the land of the living.” The sweet voice teased and he opened his eyes, squinting to see and smiled as those fingers placed his glasses on his face.
Smiling blue eyes, sparkling with a hint of azure regarded him a slight frown on the woman’s face. Harry took in the vision of the attractive brunette, he guessed that she was in her mid-twenties. She was dressed casually; dark blues jeans and a tight black jumper, her glossy hair pilled in a loose bun, errant hairs framing her concerned face.
“Where am I?” Harry managed to croak out, the frown deepened and she helped him to sit up, plumping pillows to support him as he winced at the pains.
“My cottage,” Harry looked around what appeared the living room, a roaring fire warming the place, dark oak beams giving it a rustic feel, “It’s not much but hey its home.” Harry offered her smile that became a grimace.
“Better than a cupboard,” He muttered and she gave him a strange look, he shrugged and hissed at the pain, “Long story.”
“Let me get you some painkillers,” she reached over and handed him some pills, “these should help,” Harry dutifully swallowed the pills with the proffered water, “Would your wand help heal you, I think you have a broken arm at least.” Harry knew that he couldn’t hide his surprise at the woman knowing what his wand was.
“I don’t know what you mean?” he tried to sound nonchalant and she gave him a smile that informed him that she wasn’t buying it.
“Look kid I may be…?” she paused for a second, “ A muggle but I’m not stupid.”
“How?” Harry asked, she picked his wand up from the floor next to them and twirled it around in her fingers before handing it to him. She looked across the room and Harry followed her line of sight to a photograph on the wall. Harry realised that it was her wedding picture, smiling eyes looking down at him and a handsome blond older man stood next to his bride.
“My husband was a wizard.” Her voice was full of sadness.
Was?
She seemed to read his thoughts or his discomfort at the realisation must have showed.
“He died.”
“I… I’m sorry.” Harry’s voice was quiet and she patted his hand absentmindedly.
“It’s ok… it’s been nearly two years but…” she stared at the photograph, her face still and Harry watched her sensing her anguish, she shook her as if to cleat her thoughts.
“What happened to me?” he hoped that his question would change the sombre mood.
“Well…sorry what’s your name?”
“Harry.”
“Well Harry , I’m Lucy by the way,” she reached out to shake his hand and Harry smiled at the absurdity of the gesture, she giggled, “You unfortunate experienced a little of the local hospitality.”
“That was hospitality?” he huffed.
“I never said that they were nice locals,” she gazed into his eyes and Harry squirmed at the scrutiny, “Wolves are territorial, new wolves make them nervous.”
“So you are a wolf, I sensed it but wasn’t sure.”
“Yes, you’re a new wolf,” she said it like it wasn’t a question, Harry nodded anyway, “You have a lot to learn… not wandering around alone is a good start.” There was admonishment in her tone and Harry felt chastised by the older woman. A low growl echoed in the small room and Harry was shocked to realise it was coming for him, Lucy arched an eyebrow “Someone doesn’t like being told what to do.”
Slapping his hand to his mouth and feeling that his lips were drawn back in a sign of aggression. Harry was stunned with his own behaviour but his baser instincts continued to dictate his responses, his growls becoming deeper. Lucy lowered her head slightly, her eyes dropping down to stare at the floor as if dazed by his behaviour.
SUBMISSION
The dark side of him revelled in the display and Harry almost reached out to grab a fist full of hair, determined to expose her slender neck to his dominating mark. The thought snapping him back into himself and Harry bit his own lips to stop his growl, mortified at his urges.
“I’m so, so sorry.” He whispered and Lucy shuddered, his eyes snapping up to look at him with an equal look of shock.
“What the hell!” she shouted, stumbling away from him with some unknown emotion in her eyes.
“I… I don’t know.” Lucy lifted herself from her position on the floor and walked over to the fireplace, hurt eyes stealing glances at the confused Harry.
“You’re an alpha.” She whispered the words.
YES… SUBMIT TO ME!”
Harry shivered at the intensity of the emotion behind that thought and for a moment he could not look at the woman who had done nothing but help him. Guilt filling his heart at the need that wolf demanded he give into.
“You shouldn’t be here, no wonder they reacted so badly,” she saw his confusion, “They think you’re here to usurp the current leader.”
“Leader…leader of where?” Harry was even more bewildered, thinking back to men that had attacked him.
“Why did you come here?” Harry didn’t know how to answer, he shrugged, “You felt drawn here didn’t you?”
Harry thought about the question, when he stopped to consider it he realised that he had felt some sort of draw to the place. Like his body had a mind of its own and picked the paths for him to travel and Harry hadn’t contemplated that the wolf had that much influence over him.
“You…your wolf is looking for a pack.”
“Pack?” Harry’s wolf mourned the loss of his pack and Harry’s heart fell at the sadness in also felt, knowing in his heart that his wolf had already picked a pack.
“Harry, you’ve stumbled upon the biggest pack in Europe,” she looked at him with confusion, astonished that he wasn’t aware of this fact, “Harry,” her voice was soft again and her blue eyes filled with understanding, “Harry, did you have a pack?” Harry opened his mouth to speak but no words emerged just hitches of breath as he began to sob.
Warm arms and the sweet scent filled his nostrils, Lucy pulling him into an embrace.
“Oh you poor, poor kid.” She stroked his head and he closed his eyes, “I think we need a long talk.”
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Ron stood looking the floo with trepidation, with everything that was going on it had been tasked to him to collect Remus’ wolfbane for the coming full moon. Sirius was checking out any potential leads to Harry’s whereabouts and Remus was trying to contact any other wolfs in case they came across Harry. Time was ticking down to the next full moon and all of them were fretful, knowing that this would be Harry’s first full moon since becoming a wolf. Ron knew he was procrastinating, the floo powder becoming sticky in his sweaty palm, heart beating fast.
Why me? Why do I have to see him?
Him, Ron closed his eyes and his face flamed at the images that appeared his mind at the prospect of facing the sour potion master. Frightened that he would take one look at his face and know, just know that he had been fantasizing about him.
Not just him…oh fuck…he’ll know I want them…fuck fuck fuck!
“You can do this,” he psyched himself up, “I can do this…come on…I faced that bloody spider!” he shuddered and his skin crawled at the memory but he found that he was smiling too. Ron flung the powder into the fire and shouting his destination.
He stumbled out of the fireplace with hopefully some grace, the amused eyes of the blond sitting at Severus’ desk informing him that it may not have been as graceful as he wished. Ron dusted himself and cleared the massive frog that now appeared to be lodged in his throat at the sight of the handsome aristocrat.
Wow his eyes are so grey…like…like clouds…yeah like storm clouds…what the hell am I doing?
Mentally berated himself, he squared his shoulders and tried for a nonchalant attitude. Said attitude destroyed by that smile on Lucius’ face, a soft smile that lit up those stormy grey eyes.
“Can I help you?” the cultured clipped tones were sultry and Ron’s wildly beating heart cranked up a notch.
“Wolfsbane,” Ron’s voice squeaked with nerves, he cleared his throat again, “I’m here to collect it.” Ron was pleased that his voice was gruffer this time. Lucius’ smile widened slightly but he made no attempt to laugh at him, Ron let out a shaky breath and silently thanked Merlin for the blond not laughing at hm.
“Severus, Mr Weasley is here for Lupin’s potion.” Lucius did not shout and Severus appeared immediately from his private quarters. Ron gulped at the vision of a wet potion master, it was obvious that the man had just showered. His white shirt sticking to his skin in places that his towel must have missed, Ron followed a drip of water that ran from Snape’ wet hair, the droplet running down his slender neck and disappearing beneath the potion master’s shirt. He unconsciously licked his lips and Snape quirked an eyebrow as Ron looked up into those dark eyes.
“Is there anything else you require?” the rich tones were deeper than usual and Ron could have moaned, his fantasy coming to the forefront.
Fuck…that voice in my ear….saying all those filthy things.
A soft huff of laughter broke through his thoughts and his heart stopped at the look on Snape’s face, an amused smile on his face.
He can smile! Wait why is smiling...shit he can read my mind! No no no….la la la la
Ron blushed and tried to think of anything but the two men in front of him. He could almost feel his mind being picked apart and his defences falling, a mind’s eye image filling his head.
Firm hands on his skin, kneading the muscles and making him writhe with need. Soft breath on his flesh making it goosebump and become hypersensitive to touch. The heat of two bodies against his own and the sensation fuelling their desires. Soft whimpers of lust and groans of pleasure filling the air.
NO!
Ron glared at the potion master and Lucius must have picked up on the change in mood, moving between the two men and breaking any connection that Ron felt. The blond touching his arm gentle and electricity ran along Ron’s skin at the calm touch. Those grey eyes sparking with what Ron could only describe as fire and he leaned harder into the hand on his skin. The moment broken when Snape shoved a bubbling cup into his hand, the smell making his eyes water and Lucius moved away from him. Ron still felt his touch on his arm and he looked at the handsome man.
“He needs to drink it first thing tomorrow morning, keep it in a cool place.” The deep tone brimming with Ron could only assume as anger.
“Yeah ok thanks.” He looked at the two men and struggled to decipher the mood in the room.
Snape was tense and his eyes were fixed on Ron, the red head waited for the patent sneer to appear on his feature. Surprised when it didn’t materialise instead Snape seemed uncomfortable as if he didn’t know what to say. Ron found himself turning to look at the normally haughty blond, Lucius’ gaze was flittering between the two men with a strange expression on his face.
“Tea?” Lucius offered genially and Ron was so stunned that he nodded his agreement before his brain engaged, “Severus, would you like some tea?” the potion master appeared to snap out of his mood and huffed his agreement. Lucius clapped his hands and a small house elf appeared, bowing to the three men.
“Lottie is here masters, what can Lottie do for you?”
“Tea for three please,” Lucius smiled at Ron, his eyes traveling up and down his body making Ron itch to fidget under the scrutiny, “with all the trimmings please,” his eyes were hungry, “You look like a young man with a healthy appetite.”
Snape laughed at this statement earning a glare from the blond and Ron gave one of his own, Snape merely rolled his eyes and muttered under his breath but Ron caught some of the words.
“He’s a Weasley…bloody eat machines…healthy appetite….my arse…eats like a hippogriff.”
“Hey!” Ron shouted indignantly and Snape hitched an eyebrow in his trade mark sneer, “I can’t help it…I’m a growing boy!”
“Yes, Severus, growing young men need all the energy they can get,” there was something about the way Lucius was looking at him that made Ron sweat, “Though I bet you have lots of energy, don’t you?” he moved closer to Ron and he found himself unconsciously taking a step towards the blond.
“Lucius.” There was something like a warning in the tone and Ron froze.
All three men standing perfectly still and looking at each other, Ron felt the atmosphere changing around him. The bizarre mood shattered by the pop of the house elf carrying a tray laden with tea, cakes and an assortment of delicious looking sandwiches. Ron’s stomach which had always had a mind of its own made its presence known with a very loud grumble. Lucius let out a laugh at the sound and for a moment Ron was embarrassed until he realised that it was a good natured laugh, he smiled at the man.
“Tea then.” Lucius said and gestured for Ron to sit, Snape stood of the side with his body tense and his eyes watchful. Lucius turned to look at him and he with what seemed like great reluctance came over to join them, sitting close to the blond man.
“Any news of Potter?” he asked.
“His name is Harry,” Ron seethed at the man’s attitude, “And no we have no idea where he is!” Snape clenched his jaw and opened his mouth to no doubt begin a tirade against Ron, Lucius placed a hand on the potion master’s arm.
“Ron, I’m sure that Severus did not mean anything by his words,” he turned to face Severus who huffed, “You didn’t mean anything, did you Severus?” for a second Ron though the potion master was going to spontaneously combust, his face red but the man looked up and met Ron’s eyes.
“No, I did not mean anything,” his teeth were gritted tightly, “Old habits and all that.” Ron relaxed and sat back in the comfortable armchair.
“Shall I be mother?” Lucius said with a smile and Ron’s heart dropped at the words, his own mother appearing in his mind.
She hasn’t even contacted me.
His musings interrupted by the tinkling of china and the smell of strong tea drifting to his nose, he took a breath. The scent reminding him of home and the nostalgia threatened to bring tears to his eyes.
“Mr Weasley…Ron…are you alright?” concerned grey eyes met Ron’s glance and he tried to shrug his feelings off.
“Yes…I’m fine,” he reached for his cup, taking a sip and burning the tip of his tongue, “Very hot…thank you.” He hoped that he had placated the curious man and in the corner of his eyes he could see Snape looking at him strangely.
“Please have some something to eat.” Lucius was the perfect host and Ron, who had lost his appetite, tried to smile and picked up a sandwich, picking at the contents. The mood was sombre and he found himself at a loss what words to say to the two men.
Speechless…me speechless...ha
“What is the matter?” Ron looked up, shocked that the question had come from Snape and not from Lucius.
Ron’s eye flicked back and forth between the two men and looked for any sign of glee at his obvious upset, seeing none of the usual disdain, he took a breath and found himself telling both men about the problems with his family. Neither man made any comment as he spilled his heart out and part of him felt bewilderment at the ease he experienced at baring his worries. Thankfully neither man interjected at any point, Ron knew if they had said the wrong word he would have frozen up and not spoken again. His burden seeming to lift, Ron had not spoken to anyone about how he felt regarding his mother’s betrayal and it felt good to unload even if deep down he suspected that the men probably weren’t that interested. That suspicion seemingly wrong as he finished talking and took in the twin expressions of the men. Lucius and Snape wearing the same furious look, Ron for a brief moment was frightened that it was aimed at him.
“That bloody minded woman!” Snape shouted, Lucius nodded his agreement at the vehement words.
“I cannot believe that she was aware of Ginerva’s indiscretions and allowed them to continue.” Lucius appeared to be truly disgusted by this development.
“She lied to everyone,” Ron’s heart still felt fragile from these discoveries about his own flesh and blood, “I should go.” Suddenly he felt exhausted and eager to get back to Grimmauld place.
Lucius frowned but stood and walked Ron to the floo, Snape sat watching him with an unreadable expression. Ron struggled to try and give the blond a reassuring smile, Lucius touching his arm again in a soothing gesture. Ron could feel his body responding to the touch and berated himself for getting caught up in his own desires.
He’s merely being nice to me and here I am getting turned on.
That fiery spark glinting in Lucius’ eyes as he leaned to press a kiss to Ron’s cheek and the red head closed his eyes at the sensation. Soft lips against his skin and his arousal increased, feeling the touch even after the man had pulled away. Ron opened his eyes and his head felt fuzzy. The smile on his face genuine this time and Lucius answered it with a striking one of his own.
Snape!
Terrified to look at the potion master but helpless to resist Ron looked up and gulped at the look on the man’s face. Rather than anger Ron saw the same spark that reflected in Lucius’ eyes. Ron panicked and grabbed a handful of floo powder, stumbling over his words as he spoke rapidly.
“Got to go…thanks for the tea…yeah thanks for the tea…and listening...and the kiss…yeah thanks….bye….thanks again.” He flung the powder and jumped into the floo, the last words he heard as he disappeared.
“You are very welcome…until next time….”
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Harry took a mouthful of hot sweet tea, desperate to get rid of the taste of skelegrow that he always carried with him. Lucy handed him another chocolate biscuit and a smile as he munched with a happy sigh.
“So you killed the bad guy and then you get turned,” she shook her head, “You’re not very lucky are you kid?”
“I’m not a kid…I’m seventeen.” Harry hated being called a kid.
“Sorry…to me you’re a kid.” She laughed and he found that he couldn’t be angry with her, “So this Remus was your professor and Sirius is your godfather?” she raised an eyebrow and Harry felt his face flame with embarrassment “Kinky.” She laughed and Harry could feel the tension leave his body at what people would think about his feelings for the two men.
“Why aren’t you shocked or disgusted?” he lowered his eyes as he voiced his fears.
“Harry,” she touched his chin and lifted his gaze to hers, “Most wolf packs are kind of related to each other, think about it?”
YES YES FAMILY…PACK.
Harry pondered that thought and he considered the lure of both men, the closeness was familiar but without the obvious blood ties to each other. The war inside him reared its head and he allowed the sense of shame to wash over him, feeling disgusted at his lust for the men that were lovers long before he was even born.
“I’ve destroyed their relationship.” Sorrow in his voice and tears building in his eyes.
“From what you’ve told me they certainly feel something for you,” Lucy waited for him to look at her before she continued, “Packs have more than two in them, you feel a need for both of them and they sense it too.” Harry tried to take in her words.
They both want me but could they want me together?
YES
MATES
PACK
“Try and get some rest.” She covered him with a large patchwork quilt and Harry was about to protest that he was not tired but his drooping eyes disagreed.
Moonlight, it bathed his naked skin but he felt no cold from the breeze that swayed the trees. The rustling of leaves the only sound aside from his breathing, Harry lay back on the dewy grass and sighed.
BITCH
The scent filled his lungs and Harry felt intoxicated by her essence, opening his eyes to look deep into azure blue depths. Reaching out and delving his hands into soft hair, pulling her nearer, a playful tug back his response. Harry smiled and gripped harder, the wolf inside him yapping happily at this play. Blue eyes flared with heat and allowed the tighter grip to pull them forward, tilting and baring their smooth neck. Harry watched with his own eyes but felt the wolf at the forefront as he nipped hard at the creamy flesh, a soft pant of pain filling his ears like music.
MINE
Harry’s own desire mingled with that of his wolf, licking at the bite and feeling silky flesh beneath his tongue. The panting was replaced by soft moans and sighs of pleasure. Encouraged and driven by an all-consuming urge, Harry bit harder.
“Oh.”
The head tilted further back and Harry flipped himself to be on top, thighs opened and his body nestled between them. A new scent washing over him, the scent of arousal and he could feel hot wetness as his rapidly filling cock nudged forward. Without thought Harry slowly rocked himself backwards and forwards, driven by the scent. The soft moans increasing in pitch and fresh slickness burst forth against his now rigid erection. A soft slide back then forward and Harry was suddenly encased in heat, smooth velvet wrapped around him and he felt the shivers of delight underneath him. The wolf inside triumphant at this sensation, Harry torn between the wolf and his own feelings.
Remus… Sirius? I’m betraying them?
NO…PACK… FAMILY!
The wolf in him roared and Harry was flooded with uncontrollable need, his wolf screaming at him to be with his pack. Harry had the sudden realisation that the wolf included the undulating body beneath him as part of his new pack. Harry opened his eyes to look at lust glazed features under him, Lucy tilted her neck exposing his bite mark, his claim mark.
YES YES CLAIM HER!
Harry thrust hard forward and she gasped, clenching around him and Harry bit the mark, opening the tender skin, blood filling his mouth. Lucy arched her back and Harry felt her climax as she tightened rhythmically around him.
Harry sat up with a shout lodged in his throat, his body drenched in sweat. Shaking, he reached for his glasses and for a second he was disorientated, forgetting where he was. The scent in his nostrils before Harry even noticed Lucy standing in the doorway, her face pale but with a spot of high colour on each cheek. Harry opened his mouth to say something, anything, to apologise for his dream but something seemed to take over, a growl low in his throat.
“Come here.” He commanded.
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