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The Dawning of Three	By : Persephone Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 13952 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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The newspaper lay open on the kitchen table, the headline screaming from the page in bold black letters; Saviour Abandons Love of Life. Beneath that was an apparent interview with the so called love of his life. A picture of Ginny was pasted just below the headline, she was looking out at him, tears making her eyes glisten wetly. Harry picked the paper up, feeling the pages bend between his fingers, and stared at the picture of his ex-girlfriend for a little while longer, wondering just what had prompted her to sell her story. Was it because she hated him? Or was she offered a lot of money? He guessed he wouldn’t know until he asked but he doubted that he could contain himself if he saw her now.

“Don’t read that.” Remus said, pulling the paper from Harry’s grip and screwing it up in his hands. The ball of black and white ended up in the bin before the youngest male could offer any words of discouragement.

“Hey.”

“It’s just a bunch of shite, Harry. I’ll have some nasty hexes ready for when we see her next.” Sirius said from his seat at the table, a bowl of soggy cornflakes sat forgotten in front of him and he stared at Harry as though waiting for a bomb to go off.

“I’ll be having a chat with Molly later, asking what the hell her daughter thinks she is up too.” Remus muttered, shaking his head.

Harry frowned and waved a hand, “Forget it, Remy, it doesn’t matter.” He said, not entirely believing it himself. He would be lying if he said that it hadn’t hurt to see that she had sold her story. All that they had had was nothing now, there was nothing they had between them that was just for them anymore. He wondered just how much she spoke about in that interview and made a mental note to read a copy of the article at some point.

“You sure about that? It was a crappy thing to do...not something that you do to someone you love.” Sirius’ eyes moved between the two other males in the room, his eyebrows draw together over his silver eyes.

Harry shrugged and sat down opposite him, “Maybe she didn't love me towards the end, like I didn't love her.” pulling the mug of coffee Remus had made towards him, Harry took a sip. “Are you ready for tonight?” he asked the man, changing the subject.

Remus lifted a shoulder, “As I’ll ever be. I’m worried more about you.”

“No change there then.” Harry muttered into his mug.

Sirius lent back in his chair and raised an eyebrow, “Something wrong with us being worried about you?” he asked, his voice strong and steely.

“It’s just unnecessary is all.” The teen muttered, sniffing. Every time he looked Sirius in the eyes he was transported back to the living room, flat on his back with the man above him, looming down on him. It was safe to say that he couldn’t look at him for very long any more, not without wanting more than he should want. How it had come to be this way Harry didn't know.

“No it’s not.” Remus grunted, sending Harry a look that the boy couldn’t really decipher the meaning of. Was it frustration or anger? Maybe annoyance? He could tell that it wasn’t a positive look, glares rarely were.

“When do you get your potion?”

“Severus will drop it by this afternoon.”

Sirius scoffed, “He better not stay long.” The man always had the idea that the sneaky Slytherin was after his men; the way those dark eyes followed Remus around and settled heavily on Harry’s body. Just thinking about it pissed him off. Remus rolled his eyes, knowing where his thoughts were.

“Get over it, Sirius, it’s all in your head.” The werewolf said.

Harry cocked his head, “What is?”

Remus smirked, turning to look at the youngest wizard. “Sirius gets jealous, he thinks Severus likes us.”

“His name is Snape.” Sirius snapped, huffing. He waved his spoon through the milk drowned cereal in his bowl, not bothering to actually eat the thick paste-like substance.

“Technically it’s not.”

“Wait you think Snape is gay?” Harry gaped, looking back and forth between the two men.

Remus shook his head, “Not really, he just thinks Severus likes us.”

“What the fuck.” Harry scrunched up his nose, “That’s gross.”

“Why?” Sirius asked, curious, “To old for you?”

His cheeks flushed before he could will them not too and Harry looked away, giving his head a quick shake, “No, it’s just...it’s Snape. I don’t think he’s capable of sexual attraction.”

“He’s a man Harry and human, he’s more than capable.” Remus said disapprovingly, “Though not for men.”

“Yeah, he loved mum after all.”

Sirius rolled his eyes, “Doesn’t mean he can’t set eyes on you.”

“Do you think everyone fancies everyone else?” Harry huffed. Remus sent him an amused look but he mostly ignored it.

“No, just that Snape wants you two, I can see it in those black eyes.”

Harry shook his head, “Sometimes I think you just make shit up.” He said.

Remus barked out a loud laugh, throwing his head back as he did so. Harry just smirked, catching Sirius’ eye and being held there by the calculating look in those silver orbs. Sirius’ lips quirked slightly and his hand slid across the top of the table towards Harry. It was an invite that Harry went straight for, his hand moving towards Sirius’ before he realised it. He stopped short, his hand freezing in midair. He looked at it and then back up at Sirius, who was waiting for him to make his decision, before dropping it back into his lap again. Sirius still smiled at him but moved his hand back, he flashed his husband a quick look.

“Couldn’t have said it better myself, Cub.” Remus said, pulling the attention towards him. He reached out and ruffled Harry’s hair, “He does make it up most of the time, but the trick is just to humour him.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sirius muttered, shaking his head as if he was innocent.

Harry chuckled, feeling at ease. He liked these moments, where they could just sit together and laugh. It felt as though they were supposed to be like this, with no awkward moments and even though they had almost had one, Sirius shrugged it off with no issue. Harry didn't want there to be tension like there was when...well yesterday. Even thinking about it made him shiver nervously.

“I don’t think Snape can tolerate me enough to fancy me.” Harry said, wondering how the hell they got onto this subject. He had never ever thought that Snape was capable of liking a person enough to touch them, but he supposed that Remus was right, no matter what Snape was still human and had, surprisingly enough, gotten better at being nice now that the war was over.

“He’d be stupid not to.” Sirius winked and then frowned at himself, “On second thoughts maybe he doesn’t fancy you, cause he sure as hell is stupid.”

“Sirius please.” Remus huffed, “Grow up a little, you have no reason to hate Severus after so long.”

“He hates me.”

Harry cleared his throat, “You did terrorise him at school.” He added gently, watching as Sirius’ face scrunched up.

“That was ages ago.”

“That’s our point I think.” Remus smirked. “Let it go.”

“Whatever.” Sirius grumbled, pouting a little. Harry laughed at him, the man really was a big kid. He didn't like admitting that he was wrong about something and he was always determined to tease, but that’s what made him Sirius and Harry knew that he could behave like an adult if it was really needed of him.

“Do you have any plans for the day?” Remus asked Harry, cocking his head.

Harry shrugged, “Not really, I think Blaise is coming over for a quick visit but other than that I’m all yours.” He saw the way Remus’ eyebrows jumped and his tongue peaked out to lick his bottom lip. His pupils blew so wide that barely a ring of amber circled the ebony circle and Harry saw something in them that he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“That sounds good.” Remus purred, his voice husky. His hand sneaked out, sliding along the back of Harry’s chair and resting on the back of his neck, fingers pressing against flesh that was becoming slightly clammy. “I can think of a lot of things we can do.”

Harry cleared his throat, feeling like a deer being stalked by a wolf. Remus’ face came closer and he tried to pull back but the grip on his neck tightened. “W-what do you think we should do?” he asked, holding his breath as the older man started nuzzling his cheek.

“Has anyone told you that you don’t need all these clothes? I could help you out of them if you want.”

Harry frowned, feeling Remus’ stubble scratching his cheek and wondering what the hell he was doing, what the hell he was saying. Surely suggesting that he get naked was not normal. The werewolf shoved his face into the crook of Harry’s neck and inhaled loudly. Pressing his hands against Remus’ chest, Harry tried to push the other man away but the strength behind Remus’ body was a lot stronger than he had expected.

“Moony.” Sirius’ voice was steely and Harry flashed him a worried look but he was too busy staring at his husband to notice.

Remus’ mouth rubbed against his throat and Harry felt teeth and tongue on his skin. He shuffled back, his chair squeaking loudly on the floor as he forcibly detached himself from Remus. He stood up and took a few steps back. Remus growled at him, his eyes flashing in annoyance, and shot up, heading towards Harry.

“Remus stop it.” Harry muttered, “What are you doing?”

Remus didn't answer him, instead he just came at him, fast on his feet. Sirius stood up, his chair flying backwards with a shout of his husband’s name. Harry turned to leg it, knowing that this wasn’t Remus anymore. Moony was in charge now and merlin knows what that would mean. Harry wondered whether he knew about the almost kiss with Sirius, maybe Moony had figured it out and was after him. He was about to run when Remus’ arms wrapped around his body and drew him back.

It was like Moony was trying to envelope him, molding his body around Harry’s back. One hand shoved his t-shirt up his chest and pressed against his heated skin while the other one fumbled around the waistband of his jeans but didn't move lower than that. Moony was making a sound in his ear that seemed to be the canine equivalent to a purr; low and constant, a vibration that carried through to Harry. The boy froze, his hands gripping Remus’ wrists, trying to still their movements as they caressed his skin. His blood raced through his veins and flushed his cheeks and he couldn’t help but think about how good this actually felt, to have Remus pressed up against him, groin thrusting every now and then against Harry’s rear.

“Moony!” Harry spat, almost a growl of his own. “Get off of me!”

“Mmm, say my name again.” Moony growled in his ear, the hand on Harry’s chest slipped sideways, his thumb and forefinger pinching Harry’s nipple.

Squeaking in embarrassment, Harry starting struggling. “Moony stop that!”

The werewolf gave a hard thrust, his hips snapping against Harry’s backside so hard that it actually hurt a little and Harry gasped loudly. “You are fucking delicious.” Teeth nipped Harry’s throat and the teenager’s mind ran wild.

Sirius made his way around the table, walking a lot slower than Harry would have liked. He lifted a shoulder and gave the harassed boy a little smile. “Sorry ‘bout this, Moony’s a randy bugger.” He said as he stood within inches of Harry, looking over his head at the man behind him. “Come on, Moony, you’re freaking him out.”

The werewolf lapped at the patch of skin where Harry’s neck met his shoulders, sending waves of shivers down Harry’s spine. The younger wizard couldn’t deny that it felt good...heck, it felt amazing. As if that spot was a gateway to his sexual desire. Embarrassingly he felt himself grow hard and by the rumble that escaped Remus’ chest, he was sure that it wasn’t going unnoticed.

“Moony please.” He yelped, still trying to wiggle away. There must have been something in his voice that got through because Moony stopped all movement and there was a few moments of completely silence and stillness from everyone in the room. Harry was stuck, feeling completely humiliated with his top shoved up under his chin and his erection pressing painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

Sirius looked at him, his eyes running the length of Harry’s body and back up again. He was taking in the image Harry made with no urge to help him out at all. Harry narrowed his eyes at the man, but Sirius just bit down on his bottom lip and stared at him with smouldering eyes. Moony cleared his throat and Harry knew that Remus had been able to come back through. There was a nervous tone to the sound and the hold he was in relaxed.

“Harry I’m sorry.” Remus said, taking a large step backwards. Harry rushed to yank his top down and wiped at his throat, rubbing away the saliva that still lingered. He shook his head.

“Its fine.” He said, he knew that Remus would get out of control the closer they got to night time but he hadn’t expected to be molested, but he was starting to realise that no matter what they did that shocked him, his body always liked it.

“No its not.” Rubbing his forehead, Remus looked at Harry, drowning him in the worry that was in his eyes. His eyebrows were drawn together and his shoulders slumped and Harry suddenly felt a little sorry for him. If he thought that it was embarrassing for him, he couldn’t imagine what it was like for Remus, who had had no control over himself.

He walked over and placed a hand on Remus shoulder, “It’s no big deal, more action then I’ve gotten in a while.” He joked, letting out an awkward chuckle. Sirius snorted in amusement behind him and he could see a blush rising in Remus’ cheeks.

Flashing him a grateful smile, Remus sighed, “Still, you didn't need that. Moony...he gets a little uninhibited.”

“I wonder what he’s going to be like tonight then.” Sirius sniggered, “I won’t have the strength to remove him.”

“Because you tried so hard to just then.” Harry muttered, throwing Sirius a look that told him he needed to pack it in. The man just smirked and shrugged, obviously content with the way he had behaved. “I’m just going to go upstairs for a bit. If Blaise comes over will you just send him up.”

“Sure.” Remus nodded, clearing his throat again as Harry walked out and ran up the stairs. He had to get to his room as soon as possible just to be far enough away from his two housemates.

His door slammed a little too loud but he was past caring. He pressed his back against the wood and grappled with his jeans, trying desperately to undo them. When he managed that, he pushed them down to his thighs along with is boxers and took his erection in his hand, giving it a quick pump. His head fell back, smacking against the door as he slid his hand up and down his cock. Images of what just occurred flicking through his mind and of what could have happened yesterday, had he not denied himself the experience of Sirius’ lips on his. He could still feel the hard thrust of Remus’ groin against his backside and just thinking about it made pleasure spark within him.

He gripped himself harder, his fingers flexing around his cock. Closing his eyes he licked his dry lips and moved his hand faster and faster. The muscles in his thighs jumped and clenched, his breathing sped up. It felt so damn good and so damn painful at the same time. There was a little niggle in the back of his head that was trying to get him to realise that he was wanking to the thought of his godfather and his ex professor but he was too far gone to care. All that mattered was feeling good and the ecstasy that was filling his body right now was much more important than feeling bad about who he was thinking about.

Stroking his thumb over the head of his cock, Harry whimpered pitifully, a sound that slipped into a long groan. He sunk his teeth into his lip to try and stifle it but it was no good. He thought about the way Remus nipped his throat and his balls tightened as a burst of pleasure socked him in the gut.

“Fuck!” He spat. Sweat beaded his forehead and he was slowly sliding lower and lower as his knees started giving way.

His hips jacked and he fucked his hand until it felt as if something had exploded inside of him and light burst behind his eyelids, lighting up the darkness like stars in the sky. He kept his hands moving as his climax shot from his cock, his legs gave way and he plummeted to the floor with a thud. Sucking in breath after breath, he let his arms fall to his side and just sat there for a while, trying to regain the ability to think properly again.

It must have been a good five minutes before he opened his eyes and looked around, blinking as the light in the room stung his eyes. He spotted the mess he had made on the carpet and winced at himself before muttering a cleaning charm. That was kind of gross, he admitted as he heaved himself up off the floor, holding up his jeans as he waddled to the bed and flopped down onto his back.

What the hell was he thinking? How could he let those images affect him like that...and to even get off from them. He felt as though he should be ashamed of himself, as if he had tainted them by thinking like that, but then he remembered the way they had behaved towards him and decided that he hadn’t done anything wrong. But Merlin, that had been the first time he had ever allowed himself to think of a man, two men, while touching himself and it felt weird. How could he have missed this about himself? Surely he should have known by now if he was gay or not?

He always knew that he loved Sirius and Remus but he had never thought about them in any way other than platonic until he had moved in to Grimmauld but he thought about what they offered him, how they treated him, and realised that he may have been stupid to think that it wouldn’t get to him at some point. Sirius was his comfort; the man behaved like a twat most of the time but that helped Harry not be to serious about everything. Sirius lightened him, made him understand that everyone made mistakes and that you just move on. The man’s scent could calm Harry down in an instant, which was something he had never experienced before. And not to mention that he was gorgeous, with his gleaming grey eyes and naughty smile. His body wasn’t flawless, what with the scars and tattoos, but that just made him better looking in Harry’s eyes.

Then there was Remus. The polite, soft werewolf who followed the rules and knew almost everything. Usually so quiet, the way he had behaved down in the kitchen had been such a shock but it had excited Harry to have Remus grab him, having him force their bodies together and hearing him speaking the way he had, it was a nice change. Hell, it had worked him up so much he thought he was going to blow up before he managed to get to the safety of his bedroom. He knew that if he went downstairs now, Remus would probably be curled up in the living room, immersed in his thoughts, no sign of the dominant, demanding man that he had been. Knowing that there was two sides to his ex professor made Harry’s mind go crazy with ways that he could get Remus to lose control.

Shit, Harry thought, I fancy them.

He groaned, rubbing his forehead with his hand. He actually wanted them...this wasn’t just a phase of weird feelings that had no explanation. Everything he had been feeling was because he wanted them to flirt, to touch, he wanted them to tell him exactly what was on their minds and he wanted to curl up between them at night.

For some reason, he felt his eyes stinging just before his sight went blurry. He yanked his glasses off and pressed the back of his hands to his eyes, trying to keep the tears from spilling down his cheeks. How was he going to handle this? Having feelings for your late father’s two best friends was not normal in the slightest, especially when they were already bonded. Yes Sirius had almost kissed him and Moony had made it obvious that he wanted him, but Moony wasn’t Remus. They were two difference parts of the same man in some ways, the werewolf was animal and there was nothing but instinct behind his nature. Moony’s actions were not Remus’ and Harry would never do anything to hurt the man. He didn't know what Sirius was thinking, but he wasn’t going to ruin what they had. Everyone had one moment of weakness, he was sure, Sirius had had his and now it was down to Harry to make sure it didn’t happen again. He was well versed with not having what he wanted but for some reason this situation stung the most and he couldn’t stop the fat droplets of water from escaping his eyes and tickling the side of his face as they rolled down to wet the sheet.

He scrubbed furiously at his face, feeling stupid for getting upset over this. He will get over it, he knew that, he just hoped it wouldn’t take long because now he had acknowledged the fact that he had a crush on them, it was going to be hard to ignore every little thing they did. Maybe he should talk to Hermione, she seemed to realise before he did that he might like them. A sharp knock on his door made him jump and he struggled to do up his jeans before Blaise stormed in. The Slytherin stopped short when he noticed Harry’s hands falling away from his crotch and raised a groomed eyebrow.

“Were you wanking?” Blaise asked, a smirked quirking his mouth as his eyes flashed from Harry’s face to his groin and back up again.

“I...shut u─”

“What’s wrong?” Blaise interrupted, frowning at Harry. He was completely serious now and Harry knew that he must look as though he had been crying. Swiping at his face, he realised that his cheeks were still a little wet. Blaise shut the door and walked straight over, his arm settling across Harry shoulders. “Did someone upset you?” he asked.

Harry stared at the other boy, wondering why in the hell couldn’t he have a crush on Blaise. The boy was perfect in Harry’s mind. In fact the only thing wrong with him was that he wasn’t Sirius or Remus. Life would be so much easier if he could just do something simple for once. “No, I’m just being silly.” He said, waved Blaise’s concern away.

Blaise’s fingers traced beneath Harry’s eyes and he sighed, “You can tell me y’know.”

Harry wondered if he could. Would telling Blaise the truth hurt him or would it help him move on? He didn't want to lose Blaise, not for any reason but especially not because of this pathetic crush he had.

“Can I? Even if it’s something you might not want to hear?”

Blaise smiled tightly, “It was going to happen one day, right?” Staring down at his hands, Harry worried his bottom lip between his teeth. Blaise’s hand stroked his hair down, giving him some comfort and urging him on. He could trust this boy as much as he could trust Ron or Hermione, more so maybe.

“I think...well I think I like Remus and Sirius.” He muttered so quietly he was unsure whether Blaise would have heard him. His friend was quiet for a while before he sighed again.

“You think or you know?” he asked. Harry shrugged. “Are you freaked out?”

“Yes!”

“Because they are men or because of who they are?”

Harry blinked, clearing the lump in his throat, “Both. I didn't know I could feel this way about my own gender.”

“What way?” Blaise asked, cocking his head.

Harry’s cheeks flared and he cast a shy glance up at Blaise, “I want them.” He mumbled, embarrassed.

“As much as I hate to say it, why don’t you go for it then?”

“What!” Harry yelped, “They are bonded and I’m pretty sure Remus doesn’t feel the same. I won’t do that to him.”

Blaise rolled his eyes, “You really are oblivious Harry.”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing.” Blaise tipped Harry’s chin in his direction, “I have one thing to ask of you.” His tone was quite suspicious and the younger wizard raised his eyebrows in question. “Let me kiss you.”

Harry frowned, “But...Blaise...”

“Look, I know you don’t feel that way about me but I can’t give up on you without at least knowing what it would be like to kiss you. You don’t know how long I’ve spent imagining what you would feel like...taste like.” The Slytherin shrugged, “And a little experience kissing a man couldn’t hurt you.”

Harry swallowed thickly, his mouth dry. He felt as if he should have known this was coming but it had taken him off guard. Blaise stared at him expectantly, his lips parted as if ready to fight of any disagreement on Harry’s part and his eyebrows were raised in expectation. The saviour blinked at his friend, his expression blank. He didn't know what to do. There was a part of him that wanted to test whether or not it was men in general he liked and another part of him told he that he shouldn’t be kissing anyone. Unless it was Sirius or Remus of course, he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to kiss them, and yet the chances of that happening were minimal. He couldn’t live his life lonely and making sure that he was confident in his sexual preference couldn’t hurt either.

“I can tell you are tempted. You want to kiss me don’t you.” Blaise hedged, he shifted closer, plastering himself against Harry’s side. His hand dropped to Harry’s thigh, fingers digging in to tense flesh. Harry nibbled the inside of his cheek and nodded. There was no point lying to Blaise, the boy could see right through him. The Italian grinned, looking incredibly pleased. He licked his bottom lip but didn't move any closer. “I want you to kiss me, mio amore.” Blaise added, “You need to make the first move.” He kept rocking forward slightly and then back again, as if he was on the verge of lunging at Harry and slamming their lips together.

Harry looked down at Blaise’s mouth; at his sensual, sculpted lips that looked as soft as velvet. There was a flutter of desire in his gut but it was nowhere near as powerful and intense as it had been fifteen minutes ago. What would kissing Blaise offer him? It would rid him of the curiosity he had and maybe it would rid Blaise of the feelings he had for him if there was no spark. Harry wondered if kissing a boy was much the same as kissing a girl but then he realised that Blaise was much too dominant to kiss like Ginny and would probably take charge of him in a way he had never experienced before. The thought of being forced to give up control made his blood stir and he knew then that that was what he wanted. Someone to look out for him for a change; someone to take the burden from him and just make him feel like nothing else was going on.

“You going to leave me hanging?” Blaise asked, looking suddenly nervous.

Harry didn't say anything, just leant forward, close enough that their lips touched. There was no pressure behind it, just the barely-there brush of lips on lips. Blaise let out a long groan and immediately his hand went for Harry’s hair, gripping the unruly locks as he drew the Gryffindor in closer, melding them together. He moved his mouth against Harry’s with an urgency that was quickly reciprocated. Blaise’s teeth nipped Harry’s bottom lip and his tongue laved the seam of Harry’s mouth before the other boy opened for him.

Harry had been right. Kissing Blaise was nothing like kissing Ginny. The other wizard devoured him, taking from him exactly what he wanted. He stroked Harry’s tongue with his own and Harry found that he liked the taste of Blaise and wanted more. The flicker of desire in his gut had swollen and he found himself unwilling to stop now. He moaned softly and shifted around, pushing Blaise onto his back and climbing over him. He hadn’t realised just how sexually frustrated he was and knowing there was no way he was going to get what he really wanted, he settled for a very, very close second best.

“Fuck.” Blaise growled, one hand gripping Harry’s hip as the saviour straddled him. He yanked harshly on Harry’s hair and separated their lips, kissing his way down Harry’s jaw to get to his throat.

Something inside of Harry refused to allow him to calm down and think about what he was doing. All he knew was that he wanted more. Capturing Blaise’s lips again, he kissed the boy hard, plundering his mouth and taking out all of his frustrations on his friend. His cock was hard again, even though he had been sure that he had been completely spent only minutes ago, and he could feel Blaise’s own hardness pressed against his inner thigh. His mind reminded him that this was his friend and that he was doing all this with a boy, when not thirty minutes ago he was convinced he didn't actually like guys. Turns out he was wrong.

Very wrong, He thought as he circled his hips. His hands were on the buttons of Blaise’s light blue shirt, popping it open.

“Eager, aren’t we?” Blaise chuckled, using all his strength to flip them over. Harry glared.

“I just need...” he needed to be touched. Wanted by someone he could have.

Blaise nodded, pressing their lips together once again before saying, “I know. I need it too.” he yanked Harry’s t-shirt over his head and threw it across the room before doing the same with his shirt. Harry gazed at the smooth, mocha skin of Blaise’s chest and ran a hand over the lean, ripped stomach. Blaise pushed his knees apart, slipping between them and settling over him, adding pressure to the bulge in Harry’s jeans with his own. They both groaned, squeezing their eyes shut as waves of pleasure pulsed through their bodies.

Resting his forehead against Harry’s, Blaise started to gently thrust his hips, the friction doing wonderful things to their bodies. Harry wrapped his legs around his friends hips and squeezed them tight, lifting his butt off the mattress to make sure that the bliss didn't abate for too long. They stared into each other’s eyes, their hands roaming the other’s chest as they moved together, stumbling when a rather potent burst of pleasure shocked them. They kissed even more, slowly, savouring every last one because both of them knew that this would be the only time that this would happen.

“You feel so fucking good.” Blaise breathed against Harry’s mouth, his accent so heavy now it was as if he was a different person, “So much better than I ever imagined.” He gave a sudden harsh thrust that made Harry yelp.

The younger male bit his bottom lip so hard that he was sure he would taste blood soon enough. He couldn’t take much more of this. Winding his hands around Blaise’s neck he whimpered. “Harder...please, Blaise...”

The other boy reacted straight away, pumping his hips as fast as he could. His mouth attacking Harry’s neck, the action added to the Gryffindor’s pleasure a lot more then it would have yesterday. Sending his mind to other place before he forced it back to Blaise. His fingers clawed at Blaise’s back, tugged at his hair and gripped his arse, all the while he panted, fucking back as much as he could.

Their climax came simultaneously, both of them trying to smother their sounds in the other’s neck as they rode it out. Harry’s legs slipped from Blaise’s hips as he body went limp, so tired from two intense orgasms. It had never felt so good for him. Ever. Sex with Ginny hadn’t been half as good as dry humping Blaise had and he could only imagine how it would feel to actually have sex with a man. The thought suddenly excited him before he dampened it down.

Blaise had slumped on top of him, groaning into Harry’s skin. “I think I’m dead.” He muttered, sounding sleepy. Harry could relate. He stroked Blaise’s hair and the other teen looked up at him and winked before rolling over to the side. “That was amazing.” He sighed happily.

Harry smiled, not hiding his pride at the statement. His first sexual encounter with a man and he nailed it. No pun intended of course. He sniggered to himself. “It was.” he agreed. Turning his head to look at Blaise and meeting chocolate brown eyes. The Italian looked serious but there was a small smile curving his lips. He brushed the back of his finger over Harry’s cheek.

“I really could love you, y’know. In fact I know I would. You would definitely have been the one.” he said, his tone a little sad but not accusing. He didn't blame Harry for anything.

Absinthe eyes looked away, “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Just know that I would have given you everything you wanted. Know that there will always be a place for you in my heart and that I’ve never once been joking when I’ve spoken about being with you.” The conversation was turning so serious and Harry didn’t know what to say. “So when are you going to confess to Sirius and Remus?” Blaise asked, moving on.

Harry’s eyebrows shot up, “Er, never.” He said as though it should have been obvious.

Shooting up into a seated position, Blaise looked down at Harry with a confused expression. “You mean to tell me that I was just coming to terms with knowing that I wasn’t going to get you and yet you had no plans to actually acknowledge whatever feelings you have that stop you from being mine?”

Harry gave a weak smile and shrugged, “They are bonded, Blaise. I can’t just burst in and announce that I might fancy them. Besides, I’m sure it’s just one of those annoying, inappropriate crushes.”

Blaise didn't look to convinced, he raised an eyebrow, “What’s the point in that? Just tell them and be happy.”

“What when they turn me down and I have to move out because it’s so awkward.” Harry wasn’t sure what Sirius would do if he all of a sudden launched himself at him and snogged his face off. Surely, he had wanted that too. Would he cheat on Remus? The thought made him sad.

Scoffing the other boy flipped over onto his stomach and shook his head. “They won’t turn you down. I’ve seen the way they look at you.”

“That’s just Sirius.” Harry muttered, “I know he wants me...he tried to kiss me. But I would never do that to Remus.”

“But if Remus wanted it too?”

“He wouldn’t. Sirius is his mate, he can’t be with anyone else.”

Blaise frowned, giving Harry a strange look. “Hmm, odd. Does that mean you need someone to take your mind off of them?” he added, his teeth biting his bottom lip as his hand reached out to stroke down Harry’s chest.

Chuckling, Harry rolled his eyes, “I wouldn’t do that to you.” He said, which was a lie. He just had done that after all. He had used Blaise to take away the sexual frustration that being around Sirius and Remus bought on. It made him feel slightly sick.

“Not even if I begged?” Blaise purred, sneaking closer and closer. “On a more serious note, life is too short not to go for what you want. Why do you think I pursued you so heavily. I knew you would give in eventually, although I had hoped that it would lead to something more.”

Squeezing his eyes shut, Harry sighed, “I’m sorry.” He said again.

“Hey.” Blaise smacked him on the chest, “Stop saying that. You never promised me anything. This isn’t going to change our friendship, I admire you too much for that.” He rolled onto his back again, scrunching his face up, “The down side of dry humping...” he paused, “is always the result once it’s cooled against your thigh.”

Harry made a disgusted noise in the back of his throat, “Gross Blaise.” He said and with a flick of his fingers he cast a cleaning charm on the both of them.

“That’s better.” Blaise sighed happily. “Now, I’m not giving you up just to have you wallow and not get the guys you want. I’m going to help you out.”

“Not today you’re not.” Harry muttered, “It’s the full moon tonight, the three of us are going to the forbidden forest.”

“What!”

“We’re going to the forest to hang out.”

“Don’t you think that’s a little dangerous.” Blaise said, frowning heavily, “You should just come to mine.”

“Nah, it’ll be fine. Remus will take his wolfsbane so there won’t be any danger.”

“Maybe not from him but what about everything else that lives in that place?”

Harry rolled his eyes, “Blaise, I’ll be with a werewolf and an angry dog if anything tries to hurt me. I’ll be fine. Remus’ will tear whatever it is apart.”

Blaise sighed softly to himself, “Yeah, I know he’ll protect you.” His fingers stroked down the inside of Harry’s arm, “I just worry about you. Make sure you take everything you need; clothes, food...maybe a good book.”

Chuckling, Harry nodded, “Yes Sir, I will.”

“There was a real reason I came over by the way, not that I didn’t love the way it turned out, but I wanted to ask you to join me at the annual Malfoy ball. Be my date and all, so I don’t have to deal with them all on my own.”

Harry scoffed. The annual Malfoy ball was not something he felt he wanted to go to. He may not have a problem with his generation of Slytherin’s, but he couldn’t stand the older lot, no matter how much they have repented. He knew that this party would be a room full of pureblood witches and wizards from all over the place, probably some ministry personnel and no doubt a few rich business wizards from around the world. And they will all flock him, because everyone does, and they will stare at him as though he is a prize they want in their trophy cabinet or, more likely, their beds. Muggle or Magical, they were all the same.

“And why should I resign myself to that form of torture?” he asked.

Blaise rolled on top of him, straddling his waist and pinning Harry’s arms beside his head. An evil smirk curved his mouth and there was something in his eyes that told Harry that he would have no choice but to say yes. “Because it’s for me.” Blaise said, leaning down to press a kiss to Harry’s jaw. “And I can think of so many ways to thank you for it.”

“Oh yeah, like what?” Harry teased, sniggering as Blaise’s mouth travelled down his throat.

Blaise laughed, “So I’m sure there is a lot that I can do with my mouth to persuade you that being my date to the Malfoy’s is a good idea.” He nipped Harry’s collarbone.

“Fuck.” Harry muttered, “Fine I’ll go.”

“That didn’t take much persuading.” Blaise said, sitting up.

Harry huffed, shrugging, “Anything to get you to stop harassing me.”

Laughing, Blaise smacked his hand down on the saviours chest, “Oh you love it. And I really will suck your cock once the party is over...only if you want too.” he said it so innocently that he could have been talking about helping Mrs Weasley cook dinner. Harry bucked his hips to unseat him and Blaise bounced off and sat crossed legged beside him. “Think about it.” He said.

Harry didn't need to think about that. He was sure that there was no way he could let what had happened escalate, but there was no way of telling just how he would react if Blaise was to initiate more. It probably depended on how desperate he was for someone to touch him again.

“Does it not bother you?” he asked seriously.

Blaise cocked his head, “Does what bother me?”

“Knowing that I might like Sirius and Remus...and yet I’m doing this with you.” He felt so guilty but Blaise just smiled gently at him and shook his head.

“No, it doesn’t bother me.” He said, “We are both doing this for the same reason, to make ourselves feel better. I’m a Slytherin, Harry, I don’t kid myself into thinking that you are going to change your mind.” He leant over and pressed a chaste kiss to Harry’s mouth. “Ever heard of friends with benefits?”

“Of course I have.” Harry said.

“How do you feel about it?” Blaise asked, wagging his eyebrows, “I’m up for it if you are.”

Harry blushed and shrugged, not sure if he wanted to think about that at the moment. “When is this party then?” he changed the subject because agreeing to Blaise’s proposition would be too hasty and the thought of what Remus and Sirius would think kept going through his mind.

“Next Friday at the manor.”

“Joy.” Harry mumbled, “You choosing what I’m going to wear?”

“Do you even have to ask?” Blaise deadpanned, “Although I may choose something that you bought the other day...I’m feeling dragon hide and silk. All those stuck-up purebloods will be desperate for a piece of you.” Glee lit his eyes up and Harry hoped that Blaise would save him when he was covered in glory seeking idiots.

He groaned, “I don’t want to think about it.” he said, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking them off. Blaise licked his lips.

“Want me to suck it?” he asked, winking.

Harry shook his head, “Thanks but I need some sleep, I’m knackered and I’m going to be up all night. Want to nap with me?” he slipped under the covers, pulling the other side over so that Blaise could get in if he wanted.

The boy smiled and nodded, “Yeah.” He said, pulling his own trousers off and folding them neatly before placing them on the floor. He moved in next to Harry and covered himself, quickly snuggling up next to the other boy. He wrapped his arms around Harry’s chest, spooning up behind him. The warmth of another body made Harry relax completely and it wasn’t long before his eyes were drooping. He wished again, just before he fell asleep, that he could have loved Blaise.

He woke again about forty minutes later, still locked up in Blaise’s hold with the boy’s warm breath fanning his neck. He wiggled back down into the comfort surrounding him and fell asleep again. It was Blaise who woke him the second time, Harry rolled over to see him getting dressed.

Rubbing his eyes, he asked groggily, “What time is it?” he arched his back, gasping when his spine cracked.

“Nearly three.” Blaise said, doing his belt up. He pulled on his shirt, “I better leave you to it. Be safe tonight and owl me tomorrow to let me know.”

“Yes dad.” Harry shook his head, pushing himself up on his forearms.

Blaise glared at him playfully, “Just do it.”

“Okay.”

Blaise blew him a kiss and laughed before leaving the room with a wave, “See you later, sugar.” He called back behind him.

Staying silent for a little while, Harry thought about what he had just gotten himself in to and flopped back down, rubbing at his head with his hand. He needed a shower and he needed to get ready for tonight but all he could think about was what he and Blaise had done. It was new to him but he liked it a lot. He had been wrong when he had thought that maybe everyone lied about sex being really good, now he knew that it could be amazing...and that was before they had even taken off all their clothes.

He wondered what it would be like with Sirius and Remus, whether it would be better, which he was sure it would be. They must know more about what feels good. He already like how filthy Sirius’ mouth was and how demanding he could be...if that related into the bedroom then Harry was going to be in trouble trying to stop himself from finding out.

No I’m not, he reminded himself, because nothing is going to happen. What if Remus suddenly wanted him? How would he go about showing them that he might want them?

Forcing himself out of the bed, Harry squeezed his eyes shut and then opened them again. He needed to stop thinking about them that way, he didn't want to make it even more awkward than it was already. He had no clue as to how he really felt about them, a little crush could be nothing. It wasn’t as if he was ready to marry them or anything.

Traipsing to the bathroom, he peed and showered, washing away the sweat that had thinly coated his body during his earlier excursions. He didn't need Remus smelling Blaise, and merlin knows what else, on him either because that would just be embarrassing. Scrubbing himself with soap, he didn't stop until he was sure that he smelt of nothing but coconut and vanilla.

When he got out, he dried himself and searched for some warm clothing to wear tonight. He threw on some dark blue tracksuit bottoms, a white thermal top and some thick socks. Grabbing a backpack from his wardrobe, Harry pulled it open and chucked it on the bed, thinking about the things he would need. He rolled up a jumper and stuffed it into the bottom of the backpack, throwing in some extra socks and a scarf. He doubted that he would use most of it, not with the warming charm he knew and the running around that would be going on. He shrunk a pillow and put that in there too, just in case Moony decided to settle down at some point. He looked around his room to see if there was anything else he had missed and spotted the book Hermione had given him on his bedside table, he wasn’t sure whether there would be time to read but he put it in his bag for if there was.

Pulling on his trainers, he grabbed the bag and headed down to the kitchen to grab some snacks. His stomach fluttered with nerves as he thought about what tonight was going to be like. He had only seen Remus change that one time, back in third year, which had been a bit shocking. Since then Remus hadn’t really been handing out invitations to every full moon and so Harry was quite unsure as to how it would be, watching Remus’ body transform from man to wolf. Then he would be in the company of a wolf and a dog for the night and he’d have to try his hardest not to forget who they really are.

Grabbing a few packets of crisps and a chocolate bar, Harry was just putting them in his bag when a hand settled on his shoulder and made him jump. He turned his head so fast he got a twinge in his neck and scrunched up his face.

“Ouch.” He winced, lifting his hand to rub at his neck.

“Let me do that.” Sirius said, rubbing Harry’s shoulders, sliding his fingers up to massage his neck. “You ready?” he asked.

Clearing his throat, Harry nodded, “I guess, I’m just going to grab something to eat. Do you want some?”

Sirius’ body was close to his again and Harry tensed up as the his fingers froze, “What’s this?” he asked, tapping a finger on one spot on Harry’s neck.

His hand shoot up to his throat, covering the place that Sirius was poking. He wondered what was there but knew it must be a mark of some kind. “I don’t know, what is it?”he said, turning around to face his godfather, the man was staring down at him with a raised eyebrow.

“It’s a love bite. Someone been gnawing on you pretty little throat?” There was tension in his voice. Anger. Harry wet his lips and lifting a shoulder.

“Maybe it’s from earlier, when Remus...”

Sirius’ face ironed out, his expression clearing and his lips quirked, “Could be.” he said, “Did you like the way that felt?” he stepped closer, pinning Harry against the counter, “Did you like the way Remus’ teeth felt against your skin? How his─”

“Sirius!” Harry snapped, “What are you doing?” his tone lowered, the question leaving his mouth mixed with a little desperation.

Sirius tilted his head and sighed, “I was just as─”

“How do you think Remus would feel if he knew you kept doing this?” Harry asked, finally saying what had been on his mind the entire time.

Confusion glittered in Sirius’ eyes, making Harry frown. “I think you would be surprised Harry. Don’t you want this? They way you look at us sometimes, it seems you do.”

Harry blinked, his eyes flashing over to the door to make sure that Remus wasn’t about to walk through it. He gulped, looking back at Sirius, “I would never do that to him.” he said with a finality that made Sirius step back from him. “I’m going to put some pizza on, do you want some?”

“Sure.” Sirius nodded, watching him closely as he grabbed the two boxes that were in the fridge and shoved the pizzas in the oven. “Have you got all you need for tonight? Warmer clothes and shit...” he spoke as if they didn't just have that conversation and Harry was happy to go along with that.

“Yeah. What normally happens on the full moon?”

“Moony tends to want to play straight away, it’s a lot of running around. Honestly I’m not sure if you’re going to be able to keep up. After that he, we, hunt and eat and then we lounge together and sleep, maybe play some more.”

“I’ll be fine.” Harry said, grabbing some plates, “Where is Remus?”

“He’s just having some alone time, Snape dropped off his potion while you and Blaise were...in your room.” He obviously wouldn’t believe Harry had the boy lied at told him that nothing had gone on and he suddenly realised that he hadn’t put up a silencing charm. Had they heard them? He didn't think they had been very loud but if someone had walked by the room they may have heard something.

“Has he taken it?” Harry asked, not wanting to talk about him and Blaise with Sirius.

The animagus shrugged, “I’m not sure, he might have or he might wait. We don’t have too long before we need to go.”

“Shall I go and get him so he can eat too?”

Sirius sighed, “Don’t want to be alone with me?”

Harry wished he didn't have to lie, but the truth was that he didn't want to be alone with Sirius. Not because he was scared of what his godfather would do but rather because he was nervous about what he would do. “That’s not it.” he said, looking away, “I just thought he should eat first. I worry about him.”

Sirius stood up and walked over to him, grabbing Harry’s arm and yanking the boy against his chest. He held him and Harry couldn’t stop himself from burying his face in Sirius’ neck and closing his eyes. “I’m sorry babe, I shouldn’t be doing what I’ve been doing. I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, you know what I’m like.” Sirius’ hands ran up and down Harry’s back.

Did he mean that he had been joking all this time? Harry nibbled his bottom lip as a part of him wished that he wasn’t. If Sirius had been joking all this time then there really was no hope for him and he needed to let go of that part of him that was making it difficult.

“It’s okay.”

“You two alright down here?” They jumped apart at the sound of Remus’ voice and Harry looked away guiltily.

“We’re all good.” Sirius said, his hand stroking down Harry’s arm, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Harry coughed and moved away, pulling the pizzas out of the oven. He was cutting them into slices when Remus came to stand beside him. “Mmm, that for us?” the man asked. Harry nodded without saying anything. “You alright, cub?”

“Yeah.” Harry placed the slices on some plates and put them on the table, sitting down. Both Remus and Sirius sat opposite him and tucked in but he could feel their eyes on him every now and then. When he looked up to say something to clear the atmosphere, his eyes met Remus’ and he wanted nothing more than to dive across the table and kiss the older man. That’s when he really knew he was in trouble.

They ate their food in silence with the occasional meeting of eyes; wallowing in the silence was not something Harry needed right now. He wanted to forget about not being able to have what he wanted and he wanted to have fun while he did it. Hoping that tonight was going to give him that, Harry put up with the silence and enjoyed his pizza.

“Have you thought about what you want for your birthday?” Remus asked after they had been sitting there for five minutes doing nothing but avoiding each other’s gaze.

Harry blinked and remembered that his birthday really was coming up soon. He knew what he wouldn’t mind getting for his birthday but he doubted a suggestion of Remus done up with a bow would go down well. He thought for a bit but came up empty and shrugged.

“There’s nothing I can think of.” He said.

Sirius shook his head, “That’s no good. Maybe I’ll take you to WWW and we’ll take a look through the back of shop toys.” He winked, chuckling.

The thought of searching through the Twin’s collection of adult products with Sirius made Harry chuckle too, only because he knew just how awkward that would be. Sirius would be chucking everything in his direction and telling him just how to use it. Harry might have accepted his offer but he knew that as soon as Sirius started grabbing the sex toys, he wouldn’t be able to move for the lack of blood in all but one of his extremities.

“Why don’t you surprise me?” He asked, shocked at how husky his voice had become. He mentally scolded himself for it but it hadn’t been a purposeful thing. Both of the males before him licked their lips and Harry copied out of habit.

Sirius quirked an eyebrow, “Well if you’re giving us permission.”

“You might want to rethink that, Harry.” Remus teased, smirking before something changed and he pulled a face that was all pain.

Harry frowned, “Remus? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine but we better get going, it’s not going to be too long now.”

“Alright then, babe.” Sirius slapped his hands down on his knees and stood up. Harry followed, collecting the plates and casting a wandless cleaning charm on them before placing them on the side. When he turned back Sirius wasn’t there but Remus was perched on the edge of the table, watching him.

“Does it hurt?” Harry asked, wincing when the words escaped.

Remus’ face didn't change, “Yes.” He said, “It hurts sometimes now, as Moony is trying to get out before his time, but it hurts the most during the transformation.”

“And nothing can make that better?”

“Sirius makes it better, after the fact, and you’re going to make it better. As dangerous as it may be, I can’t deny that I want you there. I need you there.”

“I wish I could help you.” Harry muttered, picking up his backpack and shrinking it down, he shoved it in his pocket.

“You do help me, Harry. All the damn time.” He stood up and walked over, sliding his arm around Harry’s shoulders. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Harry walked upstairs with Remus, meeting Sirius in the living room. The animagus passed Harry his coat and the boy slipped it on and moved his backpack into the pocket that could zip up. He didn't want to lose it. Sirius’s hand cupped the back of his head.

“Ready baby?” he asked.

Harry pulled a face at him, “Shut it.”

“Ooo, feisty.”

Remus smacked his husband on the arm, “Button it Sirius.” He growled before grabbing his husband’s wrist in one hand, Harry’s in the other and disapparating out of Grimmauld place.

The forbidden forest was the same as always and being surrounded by all the trees sent a few flashbacks through Harry’s head. It wasn’t fully dark yet, the world around them was soft grey but through the trees Harry could see that the sun was no longer high in the sky. There was a soft breeze that licked at their skin and lifted their hair. Harry looked around and sighed, feeling a little out of sorts now that he was back in this place.

Fingers linked through his and Harry started breathing again, unaware that he had been holding his breath. “Hey.” Sirius said, “if you want to go home...”

“No!” Harry shook his head, flashing Remus a look so the man would know he was fine. “I’m alright, just looking around.”

Sirius Squeezed his hand, “We won’t think less of you...”

“Sirius I said I was fine!” Harry spat, pulling his hand away. He didn't need people telling him that it was okay to feel weak. He would never see it that way, not now as someone who survived a war because he knew the truth. It was never okay to feel weak because that’s when people strike and bring you down. At the moment it would be Ginny who sought to bring him down and he reminded himself to get a copy of that paper before the questions came flying in. He was unprepared and he didn't want to be put in that situation blind.

His godfather held up his hands and sighed, “Yeah, I heard you.”

Groaning, Harry rubbed at his forehead, “Sorry.” He said, feeling guilty, “I didn't mean to snap at you.”

“Lets forget it.” Remus walked towards them, sticks crunching beneath his shoes. “Do you mind if I put my clothes in your bag, Harry?”

He was going to get naked? Harry hadn’t thought about that. He cleared his throat and nodded, “Sure, that’s fine.” He pulled the bag from his pocket and enlarged it again, holding it by the strap. His mouth was suddenly dry and he wondered whether Remus would take his clothes off right here or whether he would hide a bit further away.

The older man’s body jolted and his face scrunched up, a noise that portrayed pain escaped his mouth and his hand rushed to press against his chest. He stared at Harry, his breath expelling in harsh pants. A low growl started up in his chest as he took two more steps towards the teenager, his fingers unbuttoning his tweed vest. Harry stepped back and smacked into a tree trunk as Remus invaded his personal space. Sirius moved in beside him, his fingers encircling the boy’s wrist to keep him still. Remus came so close to him that Harry wondered what exactly to do; the man was pulling off his vest, his pupils were wide again and his top lip was curled up, a continuous growl filling the air around them.

Harry could smell chocolate and mint on Remus’ breath as it fell on his nose and mouth. With Remus growling in his face, it was easy to think that the man was threatening him, that he didn't want Harry there, but something told him otherwise. When the werewolf’s hand shot out and slammed against the tree either side of Harry’s head, the boy jumped and Sirius’ hold on him tightened.

“It’s okay, Harry. He’s just in a little pain.” His godfather spoke softly, holding back on the truth. Remus wasn’t in a little pain, by the way his face was screwed up and his shoulders were slumped over, his head nearly resting on Harry’s shoulder, he was in a lot of pain. The grunts and groans coming from him supported that too.

“Does he need help?” Harry asked Sirius, knowing that Remus wouldn’t be able to answer him. His hands were already lifting to the first button of the man’s cream shirt, pushing the pearlescent disc through the hole and opening up the material.

“Yeah, better help him before he loses the clothes forever.” Sirius gave a weak chuckle and Harry could tell that even he wasn’t used to seeing Remus in this pain.

Working his way down the shirt, Harry tried to keep his breathing steady as he exposed more and more of Remus’ chest, the muscles clenching and heaving as Remus shuddered. Harry looked to Sirius, who was watching them closely. He caught Harry’s eye and smiled at him, gently urging him to go on.

“I have to take this off now Remus.” Harry said softly, sliding his fingers over Remus’ shoulders, ready to pull the shirt off of the man’s arms. He did everything within his power to ignore the warm flesh beneath his fingers.

Remus forced himself up straight and Harry pulled the fabric from him, passing it to Sirius. He looked up at Remus and notices the sweat beading his brow and the creases around his squinted eyes. Harry stroked Remus’ arm and muttered words of comfort; he hated seeing his ex professor like this, the man who had helped him so many times didn't deserve to be in this kind of discomfort.

Remus struggled with his belt but managed to pull it off. He toed off his shoes and pulled off his socks before his body was wracked with other wave of pain and he was bent double, his arm going around Harry’s waist just to hold himself up. It was getting really dark now and Harry could hear other animals coming out for the evening, the hoot of an owl startled him and he realised just how close they were to Remus’ transformation.

Sirius let Harry go and rubbed his husband’s bare back, “Remus can you stand up? I’ll take care of your trousers.”

Harry helped the man straighten as Sirius worked his trousers down to his ankles and he stepped out of them. Standing in front of Harry in only his boxers, Remus shook violently. The soft blanket of remaining light disappeared and Harry stood transfixed as the man stepped back a bit and lifted his head up to the sky. Sirius came to stand beside Harry, wrapping an arm around his waist.

“It’s okay, he’s used to this.” he whispered as Remus let out a shockingly loud roar of pain.

Harry gasped, biting hard on his lip to keep from calling out. He focussed on Sirius’ touch, using it as an anchor to keep him grounded.

Remus’ hands clawed at his own chest as his knees buckled. Growls and screams tore from his throat as his body shifted. The skin on his face smoothed out, turning grey, his jaw started elongating as the bones in his arms and legs seemed to snap. His back hunched over and he fell forward onto the ground. His teeth turned from human to canine, a row of bone-white daggers, as his eyes set back in his skull and his pupils became pinpoints surrounded by gold. Fur sprouted all over his body, pushing through the flesh, a light brown colour that thickened out as the seconds passed. Harry couldn’t help but close his eyes, missing the last part, he couldn’t stand to see how Remus’ body turned against him in that moment and caused him the most excruciating pain.

There were a few moments of silence before a soft whimpering reached his ears and Sirius squeezed him, “It’s done.” He said.

Harry opened his eyes to see Remus cowering on the ground a few feet away, no resemblance of the man who seemed to be making him feel things he hadn’t realised himself capable of. Instead there was a large brown wolf in his place, a hulking version of the normal animal, lying on the ground. This is what was inside of him, this is what used to scare so many people. Harry took a step towards the wolf, wanting nothing more than to comfort him and make him feel better, and he knew in that moment that there was no letting go of what he felt.
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