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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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Fragmented Soul
Chapter 83 - Micha's New Job
“Damn it,” Damon cursed as he went over some of the paperwork from his bar, The Blue Moon. Getting rid of the two members of staff who had been fiddling the books to their benefit was all very well and good but now the place was very short staffed and Jenna was struggling to cope.
“What’s wrong, marshmallow?” Micha asked, sinking down next to his mate and placing a few soft kisses to Damon's jaw, hoping to distract him from whatever was stressing him out.
“Oh, it’s nothing,” Damon said with a sigh, dropping the paperwork on to the ground and dragging Micha onto his lap. He might have been stressed and have almost no time to spare, but he would always make time for his mate.
“Tell me,” Micha pleaded sweetly, his fingers playing with the button’s on the dominant male’s shirt, undoing them very slowly and deliberately, while never breaking their eye contact.
“It’s nothing, staffing at that The Blue Moon; we’ve recruited one new member but we need another,” Damon said with a sigh, knowing where this conversation would now be going.
“You know you have a viable candidate right here,” Micha said as he almost fully exposed his mate’s chest, one hand reaching inside of Damon’s shirt to play with one nipple, “one that is ready” he said, kissing his mate's chest, “and willing,” he added, placing another kiss there, this time closer to Damon’s other nipple, “to do just about anything to get the job.”
Damon had closed his eyes as his mate assaulted him with pleasurable sensations, knowing that there was nothing he wouldn’t give to have his mate keep touching him in this way, or in fact any way.
“I don’t know…” Damon said, he had his reservations and he wasn’t sure he wanted his submissive working in a bar, not even his. He wanted to make sure that Micha was safe and loved, and out of trouble, which wasn’t always guaranteed when working in that environment.
“But it would make me very grateful,” Micha said, kissing his way up to Damon’s neck, pressing kisses to the dominant's jaw. He really wanted a chance to have a job, and he was sure he would be able to sway Damon to seeing things his way.
“If I gave you the job… how would you show me your gratitude?” Damon asked, moaning softly at the feel of his mate’s lips against his skin. He wouldn’t really deny Micha the job if he wanted it this much, but if his mate was willing to ‘earn’ the position then he was happy to let him.
“I’m sure that I can think of something you’d like,” Micha said, suckling gently upon the dominant's neck, placing a small purpling mark there. He did so enjoy marking his mate in this way.
“Not in the clearing,” Callie said to them rather sternly. The last thing any of them needed was for Damon and Micha to start going at it, poor little Niko certainly didn’t need to see that. He was only ten years old after all, they were all going to have to be a little more careful about where they chose to fornicate.
“Ew, gross,” Robin said, her nose wrinkled in disgust at the sight of the two men groping at each other. She was particularly disgusted by the soft groans of pleasure that the older of the two were making. She didn’t get what two men would want with one another when women like herself were available. She thought that two guys together was the most vile thing ever and she certainly didn’t want to be watching it.
“Oh shut up, you conceited little whore,” Micha snapped, turning to glare at the sixteen year old. The last thing he wanted to hear was the self obsessed little girl make comments about him and his mate. He wanted to make it very clear that he wasn’t going to put up with her being nasty about the fact he liked men.
“Micha,” Damon warned, not wanting to see his submissive get into a fight. They all had enough issues with the tempers of the dominant wolves without the submissives starting fights amongst themselves as well.
“Sorry,” he said at once, not wanting to destroy the mood between the two of them; he really wanted to vanish off into the woods for a while with his mate and enjoy some alone time with him. “Maybe you should punish me,” Micha suggested hopefully, wanting to get them back on track for some rather intimate fun.
“Oh trust me, I’m going to,” Damon said with a low growl as he pulled Micha down into a deep and passionate kiss, wanting to show just how in the mood he was, the dominant thrust his hips upwards so that his growing erection rubbed against that of his mate.
“Not in the clearing,” Callie repeated rather pointedly as she threw a spoon at them so that she could be sure that she got their attention. “Off with you, fornicate somewhere that isn’t near the food,” she said, though she gave them a fond smile as she did. She wanted to make some kind of joke about it making her feel a little sick to her stomach; however, she didn’t want to encourage Robin to make such snide remarks, not when her thoughts on same sex relationships were very clear.
“Yeah, because we wouldn’t want come in the dinner,” Micha said cheekily as Damon got to his feet, pulling the submissive up too.
“Micha!” Callie exclaimed, actually a little shocked that he would say such a thing; she was half sure that he was deliberately winding Robin up. It wasn’t that she didn’t think the sixteen year old deserved it, it was more that she didn’t want to encourage any of them to hate each other, they were meant to be a pack, united, not squabbling.
“Love you, Callie,” Micha said as Damon lifted him up, into his arms, the submissive grinning from his mate’s arms. He felt as if he was safe from anything when Damon held him in this way, nothing could touch him when he was in his mate’s arms, not even Robin and her horrid views on everyone around her.
“It’s okay, Sis, I’ll make sure he learns his lesson,” Damon said with a wink in the direction of his sister who couldn’t help but roll her eyes. She did love the two of them very much, though sometimes she found herself a little exasperated with their antics.
“I’m sure you will,” Callie said sceptically, knowing exactly how Damon was going to be teaching Micha a lesson. She had been meaning to talk to them about the amount of time the two of them spent alone in the forest. Now that she was pregnant it was all she could think about and how badly timed it was. She didn’t want Micha falling pregnant just yet; the pack might not be able to cope with two pregnant submissives, not while the war was still raging and there was so much weight on Harry’s shoulders.
Damon couldn’t help but laugh a little at his little sister as he carted Micha off into the forest and away from the others so that they could have some private time together. Micha couldn’t help himself either it seemed as he was giggling manically by the time Damon put him down on his own two feet, somewhere in the forest that was well away from the others.
“You are in big trouble,” Damon said, though his tone was one that suggested Micha to be in a rather different kind of trouble than usual, this time it was the pleasurable kind.
“I was hoping that I might be,” Micha said with a small smile, worrying his bottom lip as he looked at his dominant mate with wide, lust filled purple eyes. He knew what he wanted but asking for it and then convincing his mate that he was ready was something else entirely.
Damon chuckled deeply, as he slowly stepped forward, gently pushing Micha backwards a few paces until his back pressed against a tree. “What am I going to do with you?” he asked fondly, threading his fingers with Micha’s as he leaned down for a kiss.
It surprised Micha to find that he wasn’t scared. He didn’t have the best track record with trees, not after… but he didn’t want to think about that and with Damon so close, touching him in a way that only Damon could, Micha felt completely at ease. He returned the kiss with vigour, rather enjoying the feeling of his dominant pressing him against the rough bark of the tree.
Breaking the kiss, Damon dropped to his knees in front of his mate, looking up at him as he reached for the submissive's trousers. Micha watched, holding his breath as Damon slowly popped open his trousers, pushing them down enough to free his growing erection. The submissive couldn’t take his eyes off his mate as Damon, without breaking their eye contact, took Micha’s length into his mouth.
“Damon!” Micha exclaimed, rather taken aback by the suddenness of it, moaning happily and threading the fingers through his dominant's hair as Damon sucked a little, teasing him quickly to hardness.
It was possibly the hottest thing that Micha had ever seen, watching intently as Damon took him fully into his mouth. If his dominant kept up the pace then this wasn’t going to last very long at all and Micha had plans for what he wanted to happen. Damon had been bottoming to him for a while now but over the past few days it was all Micha could think about, feeling his mate inside of him. His body somehow just needed it and he couldn’t explain the urge.
“Stop,” Micha begged a little breathlessly, pulling gently on Damon’s hair. “Please, or I’m going to come…”
“That is the point trouble,” Damon said as he released his hold upon his lover’s erection, looking up at him with a smirk. “I want you to come and then I want you to come again and again, as many times as you can handle it.”
“I want you to come too…. inside of me,” Micha said a little hesitantly, not taking his eyes off his mate, wanting to see his reaction. This was what he wanted and he didn’t know how else to tell his mate as much, without stating it so explicitly.
At this Damon stopped, sitting back on his heels a little, and looking at Micha as if he had lost his mind. “Don’t tease,” the dominant said as he got to his feet, one hand clasping at Micha’s cheek, their eyes meeting, a desperation in Damon’s that turned Micha on massively.
To hear these words out of his submissive’s lips now was like music to Damon’s ears. This was something that he wanted, desperately so. The first and only time that he had topped Micha had felt as though he were the luckiest man on the planet. He wanted to feel that again; however, he was more than prepared to wait for as long Micha needed.
“Not teasing,” Micha promised, pressing himself forward against his mate’s chest. “I want this,” he said earnestly.
“This isn’t about the job is it?” Damon asked, feeling a little concerned that Micha was pushing himself too quickly. “Because you can have that, if it is what you want,” he promised him. He wanted this, but only if it was truly what Micha wanted too, he didn’t want Micha to be even a little bit pressured. “I don’t want you to think that you have to use your body to buy…”
“I know,” Micha interrupted, leaning up to press his lips against the dominant's, cutting Damon off. He was happy at the news that Damon was going to give him the job, but that was made entirely insignificant by how much he wanted his mate at that moment. “I want this,” he repeated seriously.
Damon didn’t have to be told twice, wrapping his arms around Micha, holding him close as he kissed him again for all he was worth. He loved Micha more than he could find words to say, and so he was determined to show him. “Promise me you’re ready,” Damon said, pulling back from their kiss, remembering all that Micha had told him after last time. “Promise me that you’re doing this because you want it, not because you want the job or you think it’ll make me happy.”
“I promise,” Micha said earnestly, looking Damon in the eye. “You have no idea just how much I’ve wanted this for the past few days,” he tried to explain. Recently he had just felt the overwhelming need to take up the role that he felt he was meant to have in their relationship. It felt uncomfortable for Micha to top all of the time and even though their sex life was amazing, neither of them ever complaining, it just didn’t sit right with Micha that he wasn’t being a true submissive to his mate and he desperately wanted to change that.
Micha would never voice any of this to Damon, he didn’t want for Damon to think that he was doing this for the wrong reasons after all. More than anything though he wanted to be a Dad one day; not a mum, that was far too feminine, but he would still have to be the one to carry their children and to do that he had to get over this fear of submitting, especially when the person he was submitting to was Damon. He knew that Damon would never hurt him, not ever. “I need to feel you inside of me,” Micha insisted.
Damon nodded at that, understanding what his mate meant. “I won’t hurt you,” he promised, not wanting for Micha to be anxious; they had done this before, but only once, and even that had left the submissive a little freaked out. “I want you sure,” he said firmly, looking for any sign of doubt.
He had wanted to make sure that Micha was ready and not doing this because he wanted something. Damon never wanted Micha to use his body to get what he wanted, he wanted for the submissive to ask. Sex was not a weapon nor was it a negotiating point, it was something they shared to be closer, intimate with one another, it was certainly not a bargaining tool.
“I’m sure,” Micha assured him with certainty. There really was no doubt in his mind at this point, there was nothing that he had wanted more.
At this Damon took Micha at his word, pulling him into a deep and passionate kiss. Damon wasn’t sure how Fenrir had managed to deny Harry contact but it was something he wasn’t strong enough to do with Micha. His hands were prying at the submissive’s clothing, as they kissed, Micha’s hands clinging to the top of his jeans.
Micha moaned happily, pressing his body against Damon’s once more, his exposed erection pressing against his mate; his dominant's arms tightened around him, and he was able to relax into Damon's arms, trusting his mate to take care of him. It had been easier than Micha had first assumed, convincing Damon to claim him again; he had thought that the dominant would have been more resistant to the idea seeing as he had admitted after the last time that he hadn’t been ready to take that step.
“Take me, please,” Micha whimpered against Damon’s lips, barely breaking their kiss, his entire body trembling, though it wasn’t with nerves, it was with excitement.
“I will,” Damon promised, pulling Micha’s top up over the submissive’s head. He never wanted for Micha to be hurt and would kill anyone that tried. He was going to show his mate that things could be amazing, explosively so, and he was going to do that by giving his young submissive as many orgasms as he was able to have before the day was out.
“Love you,” Micha gasped, as Damon’s kisses moved down to his jaw, one of his arms over the dominant's shoulders. These words had never been more true, he was sure that he fell deeper in love with his mate every day.
Micha already felt about ready to explode. All it would take would be for Damon to touch him in just the right place and he would. The submissive was sure that his mate knew this because Damon teased around all of the sensitive spots he knew drove Micha wild, pushing him to the edge but never toppling him over.
Slipping his hands beneath Damon’s shirt, Micha pushed it off of his shoulders, wanting for his dominant mate to be just as naked as he was. Damon’s chest was always a sight worth seeing and it was one that Micha liked to admire frequently.
“Love you too,” Damon said as he reached his hand down between them, taking a firm hold in Micha’s already leaking erection; he could feel how close his mate was and was determined to have him come once before they even really started anything else.
Micha groaned as he clung to his mate, his hips shifting in rhythm with the movement of Damon’s hand over his length. The dominant held him close, nibbling at his jaw, a low possessive growl rumbling in Damon’s throat, close to Micha’ ear; the sound was enough, combined with all the other sensations, to tip him over, and with a gasped moan, he felt like he exploded, coming suddenly between their bodies
“Sorry,” Micha gasped as his head spun with his sudden orgasm, “I couldn’t stop it…”
“You have nothing to be sorry about,” Damon said as he raised his hand to his lips and licked some of the come off with his tongue, never breaking the eye contact between them as he did this. “Trust me there is going to be a lot more before we’re done.”
“As long as I feel your come inside of me,” Micha said as Damon pushed the submissive’s jeans down so that they were to his knees and at this point Micha helped by wiggling until they were all the way to the ground. “Your turn,” Micha said as he reached for Damon’s trousers, wanting to touch his mate in the most intimate way.
“You will,” Damon promised, as Micha undid his jeans and pushed them down over his hips, letting the clothing fall to the ground around his ankles. “Soon,” he added with a smirk as he stepped out of them, leaving himself completely naked.
Though the thought of coming inside his mate reminded him that they would need to cast a contraceptive spell, because as much as he wanted children with his mate, he didn’t think that now was the right time for that, and it was certainly something they would have to discuss a great deal more first. “Micha,” he said gently as he manoeuvred the two of them to the ground, “I am going to cast a short term contraceptive spell,” he explained, not wanting to alarm his mate with sudden unexpected magic.
Micha stared up at his mate who was now leaning over him, as he lay down, and opened his mouth to protest, but he knew Damon was right, they needed to cast it; he wasn’t ready for that, even if a big part of him crooned at the very idea. “Okay,” he said, nodding his head firmly.
Damon leaned down and captured Micha’s lips in a kiss; he hadn’t missed the way that his mate had hesitated before agreeing, but that was a discussion for another time. It was nice to know that Micha seemed to want children, even now when it wasn’t the best time for them. “If you’re not sure…”
“No, I mean I want children but we shouldn’t risk it, not yet,” Micha said, knowing that his mate was right, they needed to use the spell. Damon closed the distance between them, pressing their lips together in a passionate kiss; hearing his submissive openly state that he wanted children was definitely a turn on for Damon.
“Merlin, I want you so much,” Damon said with a low throaty growl, one hand fisting gently in Micha’s blond hair, needing to be close to his mate in every way possible.
“Then have me,” Micha said, his breath catching in his throat. He could feel just how horny Damon was and it sent a thrill through Micha to know that he had been the one to make Damon that way.
The dominant male didn’t need telling twice, he began to kiss his way down his mate’s chest, grateful that he had thought to bring lube with him out into the forest. He tended to keep some in his jean pocket… just in case… for emergencies. He was also fairly certain that when Harry was around, Fenrir did exactly the same.
As much as he wanted this to last, Damon knew that he was too excited and he wanted it too much for it to last as long as he would have liked. He was on the verge of coming already and needed to take a moment to calm himself down. Kneeling between his submissive’s spread legs, Damon proceeded to watch his mate as he leisurely stroked the submissive’s cock with one hand, as the other reached for where his jeans had fallen.
As much as he wanted Micha, craved to be inside of him, there was no way he was going to allow himself to harm him. Damon was going to make sure that Micha was fully prepared and hopefully make him come several more times too. It was a little awkward doing it with only one hand, but he soon had his wand and the lube in hand and discarded the jeans, dropping his wand by his side and turning his full attention back to his highly aroused mate.
“Quit teasing,” Micha whispered breathlessly, his back arching and his fingers digging into the ground as the dominant pleasured him. The tip of his erection was a little sensitive from where he had come already so very recently and he couldn’t help but groan with pleasure that bordered on pain as Damon’s thumb brushed over the sensitive tip.
“Not teasing… much,” Damon said, as he uncapped the lube and added a little to the submissive’s erection, picking up the pace, caused Micha to bite down on his bottom lip with the increased sensation. “I want to hear you,” the dominant said, leaning over the submissive, to give Micha a brief kiss before his mate could do too much damage to his lip.
“In me,” Micha pleaded; his whole body felt like it was craving Damon’s touch, but he knew exactly where he wanted to feel his mate, what he wanted to do and he was far too aroused to bother with any kind of subtly.
“Not yet, trouble,” Damon said with a deep chuckle, loving how much Micha wanted this, but not about to rush the experience any more than they needed to.
“Please,” Micha begged, “I want to feel you, I want your fingers inside me, please.” He wanted so much more than that, but he knew he would need to be prepared a bit more before he could take his mate’s cock; but his fingers would be a good start, because he needed something in him now.
Damon groaned at those words, because he wanted that too and it was taking all his willpower to keep his self control intact. Seeing Micha writhing beneath him was seriously erotic, the sounds the submissive was making just adding to it. He wasn’t going to deny his mate for long that was for sure.
Pulling back completely, Damon leaned back to fully appreciate the sight of his highly aroused and naked mate as he squirted lube on to his index and middle fingers. Micha was leaning up just enough to watch him with wide, lustful purple eyes.
“Ready?” Damon asked, giving his mate an out, but silently pleading for him to want this; he had no idea how he would hold back now if Micha did change his mind, but he would find a way.
“More than,” Micha said seriously, teasing his bottom lip as Damon reached down and pressed a single digit against his entrance, circling it before gently pressing forward. “More,” he instructed as it pushed inside; it felt so good but it just wasn’t enough.
Micha bore down upon the single digit, needing to feel more. He knew that it could feel good, Damon had shown him once before but he had forgotten just how amazing it could feel. Micha wondered whether the two of them could just stay out in the forest indefinitely, simply pleasuring each other for the rest of their lives.
“Patience, trouble, I’m not going to hurt you,” Damon chastised lightly, continuing to move the single digit, already feeling Micha relaxing into it more; it wasn’t long at all before he was pressing a second finger in alongside the first, causing the submissive to whimper happily.
“So good,” Micha told him, the encouragement spurring Damon on to pick up the pace, wrapping his other hand around Micha’s achingly hard erection as he pushed his fingers into his mate, spreading them a little to stretch him. The sounds the submissive was making, the way his whole body was writhing, made it perfectly clear just how close he was again already.
“Don’t hold back,” Damon told him, his own erection hard and leaking pre-come, despite being completely untouched.
Listening to his mate, Micha let out a low, pleasured groan of utter contentment at feeling his mate inside him, but it wasn’t close to being enough. He had thought that it might be when he couldn’t feel his mate inside him at all but now he knew that it would never be enough, not until he could feel his mate fully sheathed inside of him.
“More,” Micha pleaded, “please more.” His fingers were digging into the ground beneath him, as he pushed his whole body down, taking his mate deeper inside him with each thrust of Damon’s hand. It all felt so right, even the slight burn of that stretch, but he still needed to feel more.
Damon smiled, adding a third finger and watching as his submissive gave a quiet gasp of surprise at the sensation as the dominant stretched out his younger lover, preparing him for the ‘more’ that he desperately wanted, needed.
The submissive was bearing down upon the fingers inside of him, gasps of need coming from between his lips as be begged for more. His back arched, unable to hold back the scream of pleasure as Damon hooked one of his fingers round and brushed against the sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him. The sensation was enough to send him toppling over the edge, come splattering across his chest and Damon’s hand.
“No,” Micha said as he rode out his second orgasm, Damon having withdrawn his fingers from within his mate knowing that it was time for more. It was something that he was looking forward to a great deal, the thought of being inside of his mate almost enough to make him come. Almost.
“Yes,” Damon said, grabbing his wand and quickly casting the contraceptive spell. He coated his erection with lube, wanting to make it easy as possible on his submissive. “I love you, Micha,” he said, as he leaned over his mate, looking into his eyes as he lined himself up and shifted his hips forward.
The submissive was still tight, and it took a moment but soon the tip of his erection pressed inside. Micha gasped as he was stretched open around his mate’s length, and was glad when Damon gave him a moment to relax into it, without even needing to be asked. It burned a little, but it felt right at the same time, and there was no panic, no fear, and he was just completely mesmerised by the sight of his dominant above him, and the feel of Damon inside him.
He nodded his head, and Damon slowly pushed forward again, moving further inside Micha. One of the dominant's hands was resting on the younger man’s slender hip and helping to pull the two of them closer together as Damon sunk himself deeper into Micha’s arse.
“Yes, Damon,” Micha moaned, trying to spread his legs more in the hope of taking his mate deeper still. This was what he had needed, only he needed it faster and harder; he needed to be claimed.
“Mine,” Damon growled, as he pulled back a little, only to thrust back in more forcefully. “You’re mine.” Micha cried out, a wordless sound of happiness; his mate felt huge inside him, but that was all the better, particularly as his dominant started to move in earnest.
“Yes, yours,” Micha agreed, wanting to close his eyes and revel in the pleasure of the sensations, but not wanting to miss a second of the gorgeous sight above him. Damon’s skin was flushed and had a sheen of sweat that just attenuated the shape of his muscular body. He felt so safe beneath his mate, even while spread so openly and impaled on his length. “Yours,” he said again, the word a rough whisper, as his mate claimed him.
“So close,” Damon told him; he had been close even before he had been inside the bliss that was his mate, and he wrapped his hand around Micha’s erection, that had come back with full force. He started to stroke his submissive’s cock, keeping pace with his thrusts, Micha moaning happily each time he pressed against the bundle of nerves inside him.
“Yes,” Micha agreed a little desperately. He too was surprisingly close given his two recent climaxes, but more than anything he wanted to feel his mate come inside him; he needed it.
Wrapping his legs around Damon’s waist, Micha pulled his mate closer inside of him. The dominant was buried as deep as he could go, rolling his hips into his submissive, Micha’s hands going to clench at his mate’s arms, nails digging into soft flesh at the intensity of the feeling.
When Micha clenched around his mate it was enough to send Damon over the edge, grunting out his release, spilling his load into the submissive. He came hard, the feeling intense as if he hadn’t come in months, which simply wasn’t the case, not with how keen Micha had been to disappear off into the forest recently.
He held himself deep inside, continuing to stroke his mate’s erection, and it was only a matter of moments before he felt Micha clamping down around him, coming over his hand with a scream of pure pleasure. He loved their sex life, but there was something instinctively right and satisfying about coming inside his beautiful mate; and from the way that Micha was looking at him as he rode out his own orgasm, he thought his submissive agreed.
A few moments of silence stretched out between the two as they caught their breath, Damon’s knot forming inside of his submissive; he watched his submissive closely as it did, smiling softly when there was no sign of panic or fear. They were both breathing heavily, trying to regain control of themselves. Damon, not having had three orgasms in the space of half an hour or so, was the first to recover, scooping Micha into his arms and sitting up with him, still firmly inside of the younger man.
Leaning back against a tree, Damon wrapped himself around Micha as much as possible while the submissive straddled his lap. The younger man was resting his head against his shoulder, nuzzling into the dominant's neck affectionately.
“After that performance I would say you definitely have the job,” Damon said affectionately. His hands were trailing through sweat slicked blond hair, stroking it affectionately as he removed a couple of leaves that had got caught in it. He was so proud of his mate, for how far he had come in the last few months, how far they had both come together.
“Wow, well I hope I don’t have to do that at the bar,” Micha said softly, and Damon could feel his mate smiling against his neck. The thought, however, was not one that made him smile, in fact quite the opposite, it ignited a fire in his belly that made him want to punch something. As it was his grip around his mate tightened, feeling more than ever the urge to give his mate the mating mark.
“I would kill any man that tried,” Damon growled possessively. He hated the idea of anyone with his mate, Micha was his and only his. He never wanted to share his precious submissive with anyone else.
“I like it when you go all possessive,” Micha said lustily, “it’s making me hard again,” he said, rocking forward a little, moaning as Damon’s knot came into contact with the sensitive spot inside of him. At this, Damon couldn’t help but chuckle, his mate’s eyes were wide and dilated to the point that his pupils were lost to a sea of brilliant amethyst.
“Can you go for round two?” Damon asked, feeling that Micha was already growing hard was making him want to go all over again, regardless of the fact that his knot was only just starting to subside. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said as Micha lifted his head so that he could place a soft kiss to his mate’s lips.
“If you’re more gentle I can,” Micha said truthfully. It wasn’t that Damon had been rough the first time but he wasn’t used to it but he was sure he would be able to go again if Damon was a little more gentle than he had been the round before.
“Good, because I need you,” Damon said, his voice a low throaty growl at this point as Micha rocked his hips, his mate still inside of him and the sensation of it was driving Damon insane.
“You always need me,” Micha said with a smile, gazing into his lover’s eyes affectionately, “just like I always need you,” he added in a whisper as he closed the distance between them and kissed his dominant mate for all he was worth.
FGHP
“So are you actually coming to Quidditch practice this week?” Draco asked, as he dropped himself into a seat next to Harry at breakfast on Friday morning.
“Assuming nothing else unexpected comes up,” Harry told him with a smile at his friend. He knew he missed quite a few practices, and did feel a bit bad about that, so he was going to do his best to make it to this one. “We’re not going home until the morning, so I’ll be there,” he promised.
“Yeah, talking of you going home, did you talk to whoever it was you were going to talk to about the cabinet?” Draco asked, remembering that it was a werewolf who Harry had said would be able to help them; it just made sense that it would be one of Harry’s pack.
“No, I thought it was a conversation better had in person, but I will this weekend,” Harry assure him. “Don’t worry, we’ll get it fixed.”
“Please don’t forget, it’s important,” Draco said earnestly, looking Harry in the eye. He was feeling desperate in his attempts to repair the cabinet and he was trusting Harry to help him now.
“Draco, I swear to you, I won’t forget,” Harry promised, reaching out and squeezing the blond’s hand in his own. “I know how important it is to you, to your family,” he said quietly, “I’ll help you, I promise,” he said with a smile.
“Fuck,” they heard Theo mutter across from them and they turned to look to see what had happened. He was reading over a letter that had just arrived and he wasn’t looking best pleased.
“Theodore?” Luna asked with mild concern, looking at her boyfriend with curiosity from where she was sat next to him.
“I have to go,” he said, stuffing the letter into his pocket and getting to his feet. He was looking entirely flustered as he hurried out of the Great Hall. Luna was looking confused by what had just happened but grabbed her bag and went to follow him.
“What’s with them?” Clay asked, watching with confusion as the two of them headed for the door. His focus had been on Romy, so it had been rather a surprise when they had suddenly stood up and left.
“It was a letter from his parents,” Daphne said, having recognised the crest that had been on the envelope. She had seen Theo get enough letters from his parents over the years she had known him, and seen the crest in the lessons her father had given about magical families enough times, to recognise it easily.
“I’ll talk to him,” Draco said with a sigh, pushing his breakfast away and going to get to his feet; however, Harry stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Before you go,” Harry said quietly, “I might have an idea about your family, for once we get the cabinet fixed.” It was something that he had been mulling over, knowing that Narcissa and Brax would need somewhere safe to go when they got out of Malfoy Manor, and it wasn’t like he was using the Ingleton house at the moment; he thought that his Dad would have wanted Narcissa to use it.
“Thanks,” Draco said mindlessly as he grabbed his bag and went after Theo and Luna. He appreciated the thought, but at that moment he wanted to catch up with Theo and find out what his parents had said; however, it was something he made a mental note to talk to Harry about later.
“Should we go and make sure they are okay or something?” Clay asked, looking unsure of himself.
“No, let’s leave Draco and Luna to talk to him first,” Romy said with a shake of her head; she was worried about Theo, who was normally surprisingly open for a Slytherin, but she thought it was best that his best friend and girlfriend were the ones who tried to talk to him.
“Hey, look, Theo wasn’t the only one to get mail,” Romy said, pointing over to the teacher’s table, where Remus was blushing bright red at the fact there was a small gift in front of him.
“Must be his birthday,” Harry said with a pensive frown. “I wish he had told us.” He felt a little guilty that he had been so wrapped up in his own issues that he hadn’t known, after all Remus was meant to be part of his pack, it was something he was just supposed to know.
“That looks like mum’s handy work,” Romy said recognizing the paper the gift was wrapped in; it had been the same that had been used at Christmas too. “Maybe we could get him a cake or something later on, after class.”
“Yeah,” Harry said with a smile, nodding in agreement “I think he deserves it.” Doing this wouldn’t make up for the fact that he had failed in his role as the Alpha’s mate by not knowing something like this but it would at least go part way to make up for that fact.
“I’m up for that, any excuse for cake,” Clayton said with a grin. He could see that Harry was a little preoccupied with something but there were so many things that Clay knew were going on in his head that he didn’t dare ask. Romy seemed happy and despite everything he thought he might be as well. It was rare that they could just be content so Clay decided that he was going to enjoy it.
FGHP
All of them frozen to the bone, the Slytherin Quidditch team trudged back towards the castle. Pucey had made them practice until Harry caught the snitch several times over, apparently wanting to make sure that he was still up to scratch after missing so many practices.
No one was exactly unhappy though, and Harry in particular was feeling pretty pleased with himself, plus he didn’t really feel the sting of the cold. Draco thought it was rather nice to see his friend so jubilant, though he knew that it had very little to do with the fact they had just had Quidditch practice and everything to do with the fact that he would be returning to his pack for the full moon in the morning.
Romy and Clay were waiting in the Entrance Hall for them, though they had been a little involved in one another when the others had walked in and they had had to break apart fairly quickly, Romy flushing a bright scarlet, though Clayton didn’t seem to be very embarrassed at all.
On the step next to the couple was a boxed up birthday cake, ready for their trip to see Professor Lupin. Harry could help but laugh a little bit at how tussled his pack siblings looked; he thought that it was really cute that they were so wrapped up in each other.
“How was practice?” Clay asked, before Harry could get out the comment he was clearly about to make about the state that he and Romy were currently in. As adorable as he thought the blush on Romy’s cheeks was, he wasn’t going to let Harry embarrass her any further just there.
“Cold, very cold,” Draco declared a little bitterly, rubbing his hands together to try and warm them up a little bit quicker now that they were back inside the castle. It might be early march but winter was stubbornly hanging on still, particularly when you had the wind chill from being up on a broom.
“Shouldn’t you be in detention, Clay?” Harry asked, with a confused expression on his face, as he remembered his friend’s standing detention with McGonagall for the attack on Ron. They had planned to go to see Remus after practice, but the detention had slipped his mind until that point.
“Skipped it,” Clay said with a shrug. “McGonagall with have to find her pleasure somewhere else. I did send her flowers though, beautiful tulips just like Flitwick recommended, with a card to explain that I wasn’t standing her up or anything.”
“Gross,” Romy said, scrunching up her nose in distaste, and not sure whether or not to believe that Clay had actually sent the head of Gryffindor house flowers; she wouldn’t put it past him. “Do you really have to talk as if you’re dating her? She must be a hundred and eighty or something.”
“You guys coming down to the dormitory for a while?” Draco asked, wanting to change the subject from anyone dating their transfiguration teacher. He found the mental image rather disturbing.
“Actually, we have somewhere to be,” Harry shrugged apologetically. “It’s Professor Lupin’s birthday so we’re going to take him some cake.”
“And Clay’s probably going to eat it all,” Romy said with a fond smile to her boyfriend. She was going to have to talk to Clay before they went home, they were becoming more and more affectionate with one another and she wasn’t sure that her father was ready to see that.
“I’ll see you later,” Draco said with a small laugh, not doubting Romy for a moment. He bid farewell to his friends before heading off towards the Slytherin common room leaving Harry, Clay and Romy alone.
“We should go,” Romy said, picking up the cake. “We have an early start tomorrow after all, we don’t want to be tired, well I’m sure Harry doesn’t, not with the extracurricular activities that he has planned.”
“Now who’s being gross,” Clay said, wrinkling his nose in disgust as the three of them started up the marble staircase. Clay linked his hand with Romy’s as they walked, heading in the direction of Remus’ office.
Harry laughed; he was definitely looking forward to those activities, no matter how much they disturbed Clayton. “You’re just jealous because you won’t be getting anything for the whole weekend,” he teased, trying not to grin too much at that.
“What do you mean?” Clay asked, turning to look at him with genuine confusion. He knew that he and Romy wouldn’t be having sex or anything, but he didn’t think that Romy was going to deny him what they had at the moment.
“No cuddles, no kisses, nothing,” Harry said with a little giggle, finding quite amusing that Clay hadn’t worked that much out for himself, “not if you want to keep your balls intact anyway. There is no way that Jenson is letting you anywhere near her while we’re at home,” he pointed out.
Clay stared at his friend as though he had just said something truly scandalous, before turning to his girlfriend. “Romy?” Clayton whined, “that’s not true is it?”
“Well…” Romy said, giving him an apologetic half smile. She knew that he wasn't’ going to like it, but while she had told her mother the truth about their relationship, and had implied to her Dad that there was something between her and Clay, she didn’t think that kissing and cuddling in front of the Beta wolf was going to be good for Clay’s health.
“Oh, come on, like we have to pretend we’re not together?” Clay asked, sounding rather frustrated by this. He didn’t want to have to pretend anything of the like, and was a little offended that Romy would ask him to; though he understood the reasons behind it, it didn’t mean he liked it at all.
“No, not at all!” Romy assured him, not wanting Clay to get any ideas about her being ashamed of him or something of the like. “Just... maybe tone it down a little in front of my Dad?” she suggested.
“Sorry I brought it up,” Harry said with a frown, not realising that it was going to actually be a serious issue between his pack siblings. He certainly didn’t want to be causing problems in their relationship. “I didn’t mean to cause an argument.”
“It’s not your fault, Harry,” Romy said with an apologetic smile, handing the cake over to Harry for him to hold. “I needed to talk to him about this anyway,” she added before stopping Clay, turning him so that they were facing one another. Harry stood back, feeling a little awkward and very much like a third wheel. “Clay, you know that I love you and I would very much like to keep you intact, every inch of you, so that when we do… you know, you’re fully functioning.”
“That was a mental image I really didn’t need,” Harry said as Romy giggled a little at the horrified expression on her boyfriend’s face, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips.
“You never told me that you love me before,” Clay said, a little bewildered.
“Yes I did, you were just too worked up to hear me,” Romy said smiling fondly and shaking her head at him a little, and not at all surprised that Clay hadn’t even noticed the last time she had said it. “It’s okay, you big cheese ball, just remember that I really don’t want my dad to kill, maim or castrate you this weekend, okay?”
“Yeah,” Clay said a little vaguely, feeling a little nauseous at the very idea of Jenson doing any of those things. “Yeah, okay, hands off except in private,” he agreed, with a nod of his head.
“Erm, can we go give the birthday boy his cake now?” Harry asked, from where he was still stood a few paces away, trying to deliberately ignore the way that Clay and Romy were looking at each other at that moment.
“And if I want something other than cake?” Clay asked with a salacious smirk growing on his face, not taking his eyes off of his girlfriend.
“And what might that be Clayton?” Romy asked, a glint in her eye daring him to actually say exactly what she knew he was thinking. It wasn’t exactly hard to figure out when he was looking at her in the way he was at that moment.
“Nothing, nothing,” Clay said with false innocence that fooled no one, “cake is good.” Romy chuckled at that, but the two of them still didn’t take their eyes off of each other.
“Excellent, then you can carry it,” Harry said, approaching his pack siblings and handing it to Clay, who took it instinctively, before he even realised what was happening.
Romy laughed as Harry flung an arm around her and the three of them resumed walking in the direction of the Professor’s study. “I hope Remus likes this,” Harry said, chewing on his bottom lip nervously as they reached the door.
“Don’t worry, he’ll love it,” Romy said with a smile, reaching forward and knocking on the door. She had no doubt that the professor would be both surprised and touched that they had worked out it was his birthday at all.
“We don’t even know if he’s here,” Harry said, having second doubts about pouncing a miniature birthday surprise upon the man. He liked Remus, considered the man one of their pack, and that meant that they should celebrate with him, but he also knew that Remus still had doubts and hesitations.
“Yes we do,” Romy said matter-of-factly. “Clay’s got the map, we’ve been making sure he was there since you headed off to Quidditch practice,” she explained. “Why are you so nervous?”
“It’s his first full moon with us as a pack tomorrow,” Harry reminded her. “I just want to make sure he’s happy, and what if he doesn’t want us here, or doesn’t even like birthdays or...”
“Harry?” Remus said, sounding confused as he opened his door to find the three pups standing there. “Romy? Clay? Is everything okay?” he asked with concern.
“Happy Birthday, we brought cake!” Clay said happily, holding it out towards the professor, a huge grin on his face.
“How did you even…?” Remus asked, looking between the three of them, as he accepted the cake from Clayton. He was completely baffled as to how the three pups had worked out that it was his birthday, though he supposed probably the same way that Callie had, through someone at the pack. He kind of suspected that Lukas might have done some research on him or something; it seemed like the kind of thing the young man might have done.
“We saw you get a present from my Mum this morning,” Romy explained, as the professor let the three of them into the room, waving his wand to shut the door behind them, before putting the cake down on his desk.
“Well, thank you,” Remus said earnestly, taking a seat behind his desk and gesturing for them to pull up chairs too, which they all promptly did. “I am surprised, but pleasantly so,” he assured them, not having missed how worried Harry had been looking. “Shall we try this cake then?” he suggested.
“Excellent idea, sir,” Clay said with an unrepentant grin. And Remus called a house elf, requesting a pot of tea, a knife and a few plates for them to use, and of course the small creature was delighted to help.
“How are you feeling about tomorrow?” Romy asked, as the professor started to serve the cake up, handing the first piece to Clay, who wasted no time in grabbing a fork and digging in.
“Well you three seem excited,” Remus pointed out, still not quite sure how he felt about the prospect of spending the full moon with the pack. There were really just too many conflicting feelings for him to be able to properly identify them.
“I think Harry’s extremely excited,” Clay said with a snigger, before shoving another forkful of cake into his mouth and moaning happily. Apparently the Hogwarts house elves really knew how to make cake.
“I am sure he is,” Remus said giving Harry a rather stern look as he handed him a piece of cake. He was quite sure that he was never going to be comfortable with the relationship that Fenrir and Harry had.
“Not like that, Professor, I assure you, I’m just really happy to be going home,” Harry assured him. Though admittedly he was looking forward to seeing Fenrir in particular, seeing as much of him as possible.
“And boink the Alpha,” Clay added, completely unable to help himself. It was kind of funny to watch the blush rise in Harry’s cheeks. His friend was not usually at all shy about his sex life, but apparently discussing it in front of Remus could make him squirm a little.
“Clayton!” Romy chastised. She loved both Harry and Clay very much, but she would never really understand the way that they seemed to need to provoke each other. She supposed that it was probably a sibling thing, given that the two of them had more or less been raised together.
“Least I’m getting some this weekend,” Harry snapped back. Things were complicated enough with Remus joining the pack and he didn’t really appreciate Clay making the professor even more uncomfortable.
“Harry!” Remus exclaimed, wanting to cut the two of them off before they could start properly taking digs at each other.
“Sorry, Professor,” Harry replied quickly, realising that he was probably making Remus just as uncomfortable as Clay’s remarks were. The members of the pack were usually all just so open and honest about such things with each other, so it was taking some getting used to censoring himself for Remus’ sake.
“Perhaps we should move on to more pleasant topics,” Remus suggested hopefully. He was doing his utmost to respect Harry’s choice in mate, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to hold his tongue if the teenagers started actually discussing what Harry and Fenrir did when alone.
“I wouldn’t say that Harry finds it unpleasant,” Clay said before he could stop himself.
“Enough Clayton,” Romy said very sternly, reaching out and resting her hand on his arm. He met her eye and the seriousness of her expression was enough to keep him from commenting further.
“You’re not worried about tomorrow are you?” Harry asked, keen to change the subject and just pretend that Clay hadn’t said anything at all. Besides he was curious; he didn’t want Remus to be worried, but equally he wanted the professor to be able to say so if he was.
“A little,” Remus admitted with a small nod of his head. “Though I don’t wish to voice my concerns to you three, even if you are the Alpha’s mate, Harry,” he explained, giving the teenager a small apologetic smile. “I will be fine,” he assured him, when he saw that Harry was looking concerned again.
“We’re leaving early, before dawn early,” Harry told him with a goofy smile, thinking of how much he was looking forward to seeing Fenrir. He wanted to surprise his mate and crawl into bed with him.
Remus nodded his understanding at that, appreciating that the pups would want to spend as long as they could at home with the pack. “You can meet me here and we’ll go together,” he suggested; this is what he had agreed with Fenrir when he had been there last, that he would bring the pups home at the full moon, save anyone having to come up to the school.
“I love the feeling we get right before the full moon,” Clay said wistfully, as he stretched his arms out, a shiver going through his spine, “so tingly.” The actual transformation was rather less pleasant, but he had always thought it was worth it to get to run around with the pack as a wolf.
“I doubt that Seamus is feeling the same way,” Remus pointed out with a frown; he had to wonder if any of the pack would really be able to understand the fear that Seamus was likely feeling, given that they all loved being werewolves at least to some extent.
“Way to put a downer on it,” Clayton said, feeling rather guilty. They were all fairly convinced that Seamus was going to turn, and while Clay had been transforming for as long as he could remember, he supposed that going into it unknown would probably be pretty scary.
“I was planning on checking on him before we went to bed,” Harry said with a small smile, kind of wishing that Seamus could come with them, so that the pack could help him through the transformation, but they knew that wasn’t possible this time at least. “We should be able to find him with the map,” Harry said, hoping that his pack siblings had brought it with them; they had been using it to check where Remus was after all.
“I think that’s a good idea,” Remus said, nodding his approval. “I think he might need a few friends right now,” he added. He had seen the way that the Gryffindors had mostly followed Ron’s lead and shunned Seamus over the last week, but he was glad that Harry had no intention of leaving the boy to suffer alone. He actually rather got the impression that Harry intended to make Seamus pack too.
“Actually, I was hoping you could help with that,” Harry said, putting his empty plate on the desk and leaning forward a little. “He seems to be vanishing off the map most nights, somewhere on the seventh floor. Why would he just vanish?” he asked curiously. Even the invisibility cloak didn’t hide him from the map, so he knew that either it was powerful magic or else Seamus had found a route out of the school.
Remus smiled at that and chuckled. “Smart kid,” he said to himself, nodding his head in approval, a fair idea of exactly where Seamus had been going, and probably why the boy’s homework and attendance had been much better over the last few days. “You got that map?” he asked.
Romy nodded, digging it out of her pocket. Remus moved the remaining cake to one side, chuckling when Clay helped himself to a second slice, and Romy spread the map out on the desk.
“I am guessing he disappears around… here?” Remus asked, gesturing to one of the corridors on the seventh floor.
Harry peered over the map, looking at where the professor was pointing. “Yeah, he usually walks around there for a bit, and then… poof, vanishes,” he told him. “He’s not leaving the school is he?” Harry asked.
“No, no, I don’t believe so,” Remus assured him. “The trick is going to be working out what Seamus is wishing for though,” he added, talking mostly to himself, knowing that the room would only show itself to the pups if they could wish for the same place.
“What do you mean ‘wishing for’?” Romy asked curiously.
“I believe Mr Finnegan has come across a rather brilliant room that will become whatever you need it to be,” Remus explained. “Simply walk back and forward in front of this wall here three times,” he said, gesturing to where Seamus had been disappearing from, “thinking hard about what you want, and it will provide you with just that.”
“Seriously?” Harry asked, hardly able to believe what he was hearing. He had never heard of magic like it, and it was definitely something he wanted to experiment with in the future. “So it doesn’t show up on the map because it isn’t strictly a room at all?” he asked, not sure how that worked.
“Something like that,” Remus said with a chuckle. “Trust me, James was determined to make it show up on the map but we just couldn’t make it do it,” he explained with a shrug of his shoulders. “But that is where I believe you will find Mr Finnegan.”
“But we have to be able to wish for the same room that he did, to make the door appear,” Harry said with a sigh, catching on. It made sense that the room inside could only be one thing at a time, so it was simply a matter of making the door show itself to them.
“Well he’s going to wish for a safe place to sleep, isn’t he,” Clay stated, from where he was lounging in his chair having almost finished his second helping of cake. “What?” he asked when the other three all turned to look at him. “Obvious isn’t it. The Gryffindors don’t want anything to do with him now, so he found himself somewhere else.”
“Brilliant,” Romy said with a laugh, leaning over and pressing a kiss to Clay’s cheek. He was definitely not as academically smart as she and Harry were, but her boyfriend did have a kind of genius in his own right; she certainly loved him for his brain as much as his body.
“Perhaps this is a conversation that can be carried on tomorrow; it seems as if we all have an early start in the morning and you still have young Seamus to check up on,” Remus said with a kind smile. “Clayton, perhaps you would like to take the last of the cake.”
“Awesome!” Clay exclaimed happily, more than a little happy with that suggestion. “Thanks, professor,” he said, picking up the cake from the desk, and seeming resisting the urge to just eat the whole thing there and then.
“Oh, Clayton,” Romy said with an affectionate sigh.
“We’ll see you tomorrow,” Harry said, getting to his feet and giving the professor a small smile. “Happy birthday, Remus.”
FGHP
“You know you didn’t have to escort me here,” Micha said, feeling a little silly for having his boyfriend coming with him to his trial shift. Seeing as Micha had never worked in a bar before, in fact he had never worked before at all really, Jenna and Damon had agreed to give him a trial shift and see how he got on with it.
“I know but I wanted to; besides, I have work to get done here and it seemed silly to come here tomorrow when I could come with you tonight,” Damon explained, though it was only half of the truth. He admired that his mate wanted to work and contribute, he had no problem with him doing it at all, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t worry.
“Yeah, well just remember that you’re my boss this evening, not my Marshmallow,” Micha said sternly. “Though perhaps we could play at being both later when we get home,” he suggested with a smirk, that made Damon laugh.
“Behave yourself this evening, and we shall see,” Damon said, nuzzling into Micha’s hair a little. He knew he probably should be acting more professional, particularly if Micha was going to be staff, but it was his bar and he couldn’t treat Micha like he was just anyone else.
“I always behave,” Micha said with a cheeky grin, his hands reaching for Damon’s waist before sliding round and grasping firmly at his dominant's rear.
“Never, Micha, the word you are looking for is never,” Damon said with an amused smile as he leaned down and captured his mate’s lips in a sweet kiss.
“Ready to start?” Jenna asked, as she came out from the back room, and Micha turned to give her a nervous smile, nodding his head. Damon took his cue and let his mate go, knowing that the submissive wanted to do this on his own merit and not as the boss’ boyfriend. “Hey, no need to worry, you’ll be a natural, trust me.”
“I’ll be in my office if either of you need me,” Damon said, stealing another quick chaste kiss, before heading off up the stairs. His instincts were telling him not to leave his mate alone, but he knew how much Micha wanted this, and that his mate wouldn’t want him there looking over his shoulder. He would be leaving his door open though.
“This is Tim,” Jenna said with a smile, introducing a nicely built man with dark blond hair and warm brown eyes who smiled at Micha sweetly. “He’ll be training you tonight,” she explained.
“Hi,” Micha said a little shyly, taking the hand that Tim offered to him to shake.
“Well aren’t you just adorable,” Tim said with a smile, “it’s good to meet you.”
“No flirting, Tim,” Jenna warned, giving Tim a rather pointed stare. “He’s the boss’ boyfriend so strictly hands off.”
“Oh wow, whoops, sorry,” Tim said at once, holding his hands up to show he wasn’t touching anything, which made Micha laugh a little. “I didn’t mean anything, I just think you’re very cute.”
“I take it as a compliment,” Micha said with a small smile, “but please don’t treat me differently because I’m dating Damon, I’m here to work, so make me work.”
“Alright then, sexy, you got it, this is your key fob,” Tim said, holding out the small black plastic thing for him to see. “This will let the cash register know that it is you serving,” he explained as she clipped it to the waistband of Micha’s jeans, his touch lingering a little too long but Micha said nothing.
FGHP
The three pups had headed straight for the seventh floor corridor after leaving Remus’ office, and after getting a bit confused about which wall exactly it was they were looking for, they managed to find the spot that Seamus had been disappearing from.
“This feels silly,” Clay commented as he watched Harry walk up and down in front of the wall. After the third time, Harry stopped, and all three of them looked at the wall expectantly; however, nothing happened.
“Okay, so that didn’t work,” Harry said with a frown. “Maybe somewhere safe to live, rather than sleep,” he suggested, starting to walk back and forward again. But again it didn’t work.
“Apparently it wants us to be really specific,” Romy said with a sigh, not quite sure what else to suggest. “I was hoping that Seamus had been kind of vague about what asking for, but if we have to match exactly…”
She paused as a door started to appear in the wall, all three of the pups watching on with confusion. “Yeah, I totally didn’t do that,” Harry said, “I don’t think I did, anyway.”
“I don’t think you did either,” Romy commented when the door started to open. Sure enough, a few seconds later, Seamus stepped out of the room, only to pause suddenly when he spotted the three werewolves staring at him.
“Erm… hi,” he said, more than a little surprised to find them there. He had been planning to go down to the kitchens to get some dinner, having spent the actual dinner time searching for yet more of his missing belongings, and he hadn’t expected to find anyone else in the corridors of the school, let alone standing right outside of his room.
“Well the good news is, Seamus, that your room is very secure,” Harry said with a smile.
“You were trying to get in?” Seamus asked, sounding quite surprised by this. He wasn’t really sure how he felt about the three of them trying to get into the room he had been staying it, but actually it was strangely comforting knowing they hadn’t managed it.
“We wanted to make sure you were okay,” Romy told him, not wanting Seamus to think they were there to cause problems for him or anything. “It is the full moon on Sunday.”
“Yes,” Seamus said with a frown, shutting the door to his room, “I do know.” It wasn’t like it was something he could forget, or even stop thinking about. This weekend was more or less going to define his future, depending on what happened at the full moon.
“Do you feel okay?” Harry asked taking a few steps towards Seamus, so that it felt a little bit less like the three of them just staring at the Irishman.
“I feel weird,” Seamus said with a shrug, “smells are stronger and my body aches... I think that's the right word but it feels weird.” He did feel different, but mostly he was still just himself.
“Come on, we’ll walk with you,” Romy said, taking Clay’s hand, and leading the way off down the corridor. Seamus hesitated for a moment, but gave a sigh and a nod to Harry, and the two of them followed after the couple.
“You know we’re here for you, you can talk to us,” Harry said after they had been walking in silence for a minute or so, having more or less caught up with Clay and Romy now.
“I know,” Seamus said with a grateful smile and a nod of his head. All week he had known that if he really needed help he could have gone to Harry, but he hadn’t wanted to. “I just needed some time, you know,” he tried to explain.
“Yeah, I get that,” Harry said with a small smile, “but we are here for you if you need us, whether you’re a werewolf or not.” He knew that whether or not he transformed would be a big deal to Seamus, but they still intended him to help him whatever happened in the next few days. Even if he didn’t transform, Clay’s bite had still cost Seamus a lot.
“I appreciate that,” Seamus said earnestly. It was nice to know that he wasn’t going to be completely abandoned.
“So where were you going at this hour?” Romy asked, as they reached the Grand Staircase, needing to know where he had been going, or at least where they were planning to go now.
“I was going to the kitchens, I’m kinda hungry,” Seamus said with a shrug. Romy nodded, and they started to make their way down the stairs, in the direction of the kitchen.
“I did notice you weren’t at dinner,” Harry told him. “Why have you been skipping meals?” he asked with concern.
“Besides the warm fuzzies my friends have been giving me recently?” Seamus asked with amusement. “They’ve hidden my stuff all over the castle, I’ve been trying to find it. Luna’s been helping me,” he told them. He had really grown very fond of the blond Ravenclaw girl, if she hadn’t have been quite obviously dating Theo then he would have asked her out already.
“We could have helped you,” Romy said with a frown, wondering why Seamus had gone to Luna rather than them. She liked Luna a lot, they were friends, but she just wished that Seamus would have come to them. She wanted to be able to help him, they all did.
“It’s okay, I’m not doing too badly,” Seamus said with a shrug. All things considered, he rather thought that he was holding everything together fairly well. He had even managed to hand in all his homework on time for the last two days.
“I see that,” Harry said with a smile. “Though perhaps we could make it slightly better. Clayton will give you the last of the birthday cake and we can take you somewhere you’ll be more comfortable.”
“Harry are you sure?” Clay asked, looking worried.
“About the room or the cake?” Harry asked, looking at his pack brother in amusement.
“Both,” Clayton said, slightly disgruntled about having to hand over the last quarter of the cake.
“Oh just give him the cake, Clayton,” Romy said with amused exasperation, “you’ve had three slices already. Don’t think I didn’t see you eat Harry’s slice as well,” she added when Clay opened his mouth to protest.
“Fine, fine,” Clay said, genuinely pouting as they took a turn that would lead them towards the forest room instead of the kitchens. He didn’t hand the cake over quite yet, worried that Seamus might drop it in surprise when he saw the forest room; or at least that was his story and his was sticking to it.
“You two bicker like an old married couple,” Seamus said in amusement, looking slightly baffled by the interaction between Romy and Clay. It was kind of cute really, in a way.
“They are an old married couple,” Harry stated simply. He knew that wasn’t technically true, but they might as well be as far as he was concerned and they certainly argued like one.
“We’re not married and we're not old,” Romy said huffily, turning to glare at Harry over her shoulder. They hadn’t even been together a month yet, so calling them married was rather a stretch of the imagination.
“We're not married...yet,” Clay said with a wink in her direction. If he had his way then they would be one day. He knew that it wasn’t quite normal for werewolf mates to get married but if Romy would agree to be his wife then he would make that happen. He wanted everything with her, mateship, marriage, children, there was nothing he didn’t want to share with her.
“You guys are really strange,” Seamus said with an amused smile. “I like it,” he added after a small pause, turning to smile at Harry just as the other boy came to a stop. They were in a corridor that he wasn’t familiar with, and he was definitely curious as to why they had brought him there.
“Thanks,” Harry said with a grin, definitely taking ‘strange’ as a compliment. “Talking of strange though,” he added, taking Seamus’ hand and pressing it to the door, muttering the spell needed to let the Gryffindor through the wards. “How would you like to see an indoor forest?” he asked with a grin, taking hold of the door handle.
“Seriously?” Seamus asked, obviously sceptical, but curious none-the-less.
“Yep,” Clay said, as Harry opened the door and gestured for Seamus to step inside.
“Whoa, Merlin’s balls!” Seamus exclaimed as he took in the sight of the miniature forest. “You weren’t kidding,” he said with a slightly stunned laugh as he stepped through the doorway, the others following him inside. “This is awesome, how did you find it?”
“Find it?” Romy asked a small smug smile on her face. “We didn’t find this, we made it.”
“You made all of this?” Seamus said in true astonishment, looking around at the perfectly formed trees and undergrowth, which really looked like it was a forest clearing. It even smelt like it. He had to do a double take when he saw the ceiling and realised that it was the night sky, just like in the Great Hall.
“Yeah, the three of us did,” Harry said with pride, loving the appreciation that Seamus seemed to have for their creation. This room had truly become a home away from home and most days it was the only way they managed to get through the time away from their pack, knowing that this small slice of home was waiting for them.
“Well that’s not entirely true,” Clay admitted, a small frown on his face. He knew that it was his own stupidity that had kept him from being there when the room was being made, and he wasn’t even bothered by it at all, but it felt wrong to be claiming even partial credit for Harry and Romy’s beautiful creation.
“You helped with the research,” Romy insisted firmly. Admittedly she had done most of that herself, and it had been her and Harry who had cast the actual spells, but she still very much considered it a group effort between the three of them.
“Hardly, you two are the brainiacs here,” Clay said, he couldn’t claim to be smart in any sense of the word but that wasn’t what he was there for. He was here to protect them; he was a dominant wolf, he had very little use for the education the school gave him and, although he wasn’t stupid, he cared very little about applying himself to achieve the grades he knew he should have been able to get.
“It’s amazing,” Seamus said, turning around on the spot, still trying to take it all in. He was really honoured that they had shared something that was obviously very precious to them. “You truly sleep here?” he asked, turning to look at the three pups, who were all watching him with smiles on their faces.
“Yeah and you can too,” Harry told him. “If you want to that is; though totally get it if you want to keep the private room,” he said, shrugging his shoulders a little to indicate that it really was completely up to Seamus.
“No, I’d really like this,” Seamus said quickly. “I mean if it’s alright,” he added. He didn’t want to be treading on their toes. “I’d love to have some company, it gets kinda lonely,” he admitted.
“You’re more than welcome,” Romy said, giving him a genuine smile.
Seamus gave her a smile in return, before sniffling a little and looking around the room. “What’s that smell?” he asked curiously, sniffing at the air again, a very confused expression on his face.
“I can’t smell anything,” Clay stated, inhaling deeply but to him the room smelt like woodland. He looked to Harry, but his best friend just shrugged, unable to smell anything either.
“It’s not a bad smell of anything,” Seamus clarified, not wanting them to think he was insulting the home they had just invited him into. “It’s weird, hard to describe,” he went on, “like I’m meant to be here... which is odd for a smell.”
“Take a deep breath, see if you can figure out what it is,” Harry said curiously, wondering what scent it was that Seamus was picking up. If Seamus really was picking up on something that the three of them couldn’t smell, then it was likely that he was being affected by the bite, though it was of course possible that it was just something that the three of them were used to.
Seamus did just that, closing his eyes and inhaling, taking a step further into the room before opening his eyes. “It’s that,” he said, pointing at the blanket on the floor next to some of their other bedding.
“That’s our Alpha’s blanket,” Clay told him. “It basically Harry’s comfort thing while we’re here.”
“Thanks for making me sound like a child with a blankie, Clay,” Harry said with a small growl, giving his friend a playful punch to the arm.
“Well it is,” Clay said in his own defence with a small laugh. Even Romy couldn’t help but try and stifle her snigger.
“Enough you two,” Romy chastised, trying to sound serious, though it was a struggle with what Clay had said, but she didn’t really want the two of them to start bickering again. “Seamus, you said the smell is like you’re supposed to be here, like home almost?” she suggested, trying to coax a little bit more information from him; she was curious as to what it felt like to him, she found it all fascinating.
“Yeah, it’s nice,” Seamus said, feeling a little embarrassed about the whole situation. It made him feel rather uncomfortable that he was finding a blanket that smelt like a fully grown man comforting and as if he was home.
“I think that’s the answer about whether you’re going to turn,” Romy said with a small smile, wanting to try and gauge what his reaction might be. The three of them had been werewolves a while, Clay and Harry since they were babies. They were all accustomed to what they were, Seamus on the other hand had been brought up believing their kind to be monsters and now he was going to be one of them.
“Looks like you’re one of us,” Harry said with a genuine smile. He might not have liked Seamus to begin with, though that was mainly because of the teen's association with Ron, but he could not recall a time where Seamus had ever joined in with anything the other Gryffindors had done and he had never called them names or done them harm. He found that actually he rather liked the Irishman.
“How come I’m recognizing it, I mean, I’ve never met the man,” Seamus said with confusion. He had tried to do some reading on Werewolves but it was extremely difficult to find anything that wasn’t extremely biased against them as a race of creatures so his results had been largely unsuccessful aside for a few small bits of information.
“It must be because he bit Clay, you’ll recognise the scent seeing as Fenrir is kind of your grand-sire, he’s our Alpha wolf and it’s the same for us when we are close to him,” Romy explained, wanting to put it in a way that would neither scare or confuse Seamus who was looking a little overwhelmed by everything.
“Except for Harry, he just gets horny,” Clayton said with a snigger, dodging out of the way as Harry tried to hit him again, making sure that he didn’t drop the box of cake he still held in his hand.
“Thanks Clay, now hand over the cake to Seamus,” Harry said making a playful dive towards his pack brother who laughed and dodged once again. Romy just rolled her eyes at their antics, giving Seamus an apologetic smile. The Irishman, however, was smiling, rather enjoying seeing the playful side of the three werewolves.
“My cake!” Clay said, holding it above Harry’s head, out of his reach, rather enjoying the fact that he was taller than Harry, who was glaring at him rather hatefully. Harry didn’t appreciate being taunted simply because Clayton was taller than he was.
“Give it to Seamus and I’ll give you something better to put your hands on,” Romy said, deciding that this was a better tactic than anything Harry could come up with. At her words Clay instantly lowered his arm that had been holding the cake aloft and looked at his girlfriend with lust in his eyes.
“Romy! Eww,” Harry said, grimacing at the mental image that her words had put in his head. Seamus was still looking rather amused by the whole situation, highly entertained as Romy went over to her boyfriend, cuddling into him, nuzzling at the crook of his neck.
“Keep talking,” Clay said as he thrust the cake box in Harry’s direction, wanting his hands free to hold Romy, to touch her and return the affection that she was showing to him.
“How do you expect to kiss me if you’re eating cake?” Romy asked, looking up at Clay with wide, innocent eyes. Her hands, however, were not doing anything that could be called innocent as they toyed with the button on his jeans.
“Geeze, you two. Come on, Seamus,” Harry said, averting his eyes, really not wanting to watch Romy undress Clayton. He loved the two of them, he really did, but that really wasn’t going too far. “I’ll help you look for some of your things, we’ll leave these two alone for a while,” he added, throwing an arm over Seamus’ shoulders and guiding him towards the exit. “You two have an hour then we’re coming back to get some sleep!” Harry shouted back over his shoulder as he and Seamus left the room.
FGHP
Harry and Seamus had opted to go to the kitchens after all, while they gave the other two sometime alone. Both had been given bowls of soup and slices of fresh bread, courtesy of the eager house elves, though neither was eating much.
"I kinda wish I could spend the full moon with you guys," Seamus admitted, finally breaking the silence between them. "I mean, yeah, I get why I can't and all, but doing it alone..."
"I wish you could too," Harry assured him with wry smile. "It will be okay, just get through this one and then you can join us next month," he suggested, hoping that Seamus would agree to as much. He knew that there was a chance that the Irishman might not even survive the full moon but that just wasn't something he could even bare to think about.
"Yeah, sounds like a plan," Seamus said, stirring his uneaten soup with his spoon.
"Oh, and if Dumbledore tries to get you to take any potions, refuse," Harry told him sternly. "Don't trust that man, please." He was sure that the Headmaster would try to give Seamus the Wolfsbane potion, and he didn't want to see him poisoned that way, like he and Remus had been.
"No potions, got it," Seamus said with a nod of his head. He wasn't quite sure why, but he trusted Harry. There was just something in the way he spoke about Dumbledore that made him wary of the old man.
"It really will be okay," Harry reiterated, but he knew from the expression on the Irishman's face, that Seamus was not entirely convinced.
FGHP
The final customer had left, the bar was clean and Tim was just going over the end of the night routine and how to restock the fridges and such when Damon appeared from his office. He looked a little haggard after a long night of working out his accounting for the bar but it had been worth it.
Of course the dominant wolf wouldn’t admit to the fact that he had been hugely distracted by the CCTV cameras where he could safely watch his mate work while not actually hovering over him. Damon had no intention of telling Micha this but it had at least made watching over him a little easier.
“How did it go?” Damon asked as Jenna began to remove the cash drawers from the register so that she could tally up the sales for the end of the night.
“Great,” Micha said bounding over to his mate and kissing him for all he was worth. The submissive was more tired than he had been in a long while, being on his feet for six hours straight had taken it out of him but it had been worth it, even more so now that he was back in his mate’s arms and having cuddles.
“You haven’t changed your mind about working here then?” Jenna asked with a smile. She truly did like Micha and even though he had had a few clumsy moments and his pint pulling skills left a lot to be desired, it was all things he could learn and it had become evident that he was a hard worker.
“Hell no,” Micha said, turning and beaming at Jenna. Damon took the opportunity and wrapped himself around his mate from behind, holding him close. He was eyeing Tim warily, not quite trusting him. He had watched the two of them all night, he knew that anything they had shared had been innocent banter back and forth, something very normal for working in a bar but it still didn’t make Damon like the man any more.
“Time to go home I think,” Damon said, placing a quick kiss to his mate’s cheek, wanting not only to get his mate home and into bed, in a non-sexual way, but also just to go home himself, relax and see his pack and also to make sure Callie was alright.
“Yes,” Micha agreed, stifling a yawn, not wanting to admit just how tired he was. Micha was rather hoping that he could convince Damon to take a little detour on the way home. “Same time next week?”
“Oh, of course,” Jenna said at once, from where she was stood behind the bar, going through a last few things she would need to do before closing up. “I might need you during the week too but I’ll let you know,” she told him with a smile.
“Sounds like they loved you,” Damon said as he ushered his mate towards the door. He wanted to get his mate alone for a while, a few chaste kisses here and there would never do any harm, especially not to make sure they all knew exactly who Micha belonged to; however, full out snogging him he didn’t think would be appropriate.
“Really?” Micha asked as they stepped out into the street in front of The Blue Moon, looking to his mate with a little concerned doubt in his eyes. He really liked both Jenna and Tim, and they had been really nice to him, but he couldn’t help but have a moment of doubt as to whether they were just being nice to him because he was with Damon.
“Absolutely,” Damon said with a grin, “Jenna doesn’t pull her punches, if she didn’t like you, you would know it. And Tim seemed very taken with you,” he added.
“Are you jealous?” Micha asked incredulously, picking up on his mate’s tone of voice. Damon scowled at that, but Micha just chuckled affectionately, stepping in front of Damon as they headed into the alley next to the bar. “You have nothing to be jealous of, I want you,” he promised, leaning up to press a soft kiss against the dominants lips.
“Good, now let’s get you home to bed,” Damon suggested with a fond smile as Micha had to smother a yawn.
“Home, yes,” Micha agreed, “but I was thinking that we could go for a little detour into the woods and…”
Damon laughed at that, he couldn’t help himself; he could see how tired Micha was, but his mate was insatiable. “Tomorrow, trouble,” he promised, “I think tonight we both need to just cuddle up together in our bed and sleep.”
“Mhmmm,” Micha hummed as he wrapped his arms around Damon’s waist, “cuddles and sleep do sound good,” he agreed, resting his head against his dominants chest as Damon held him close and apparated them home.

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