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Disclaimer: While I absolutely adore men with British accents I just can't afford them. Oh well, I guess I'll just have to settle for owning the DVDs.

AN: After the last realllllyy long chappie this one will be surprisingly short (I HOPE!!!).

Chapter 10: You're Beautiful when You're Angry

Athyr was warm... too warm... in fact she was starting to sweat. In a state of semi-sleep Athyr attempted to push the blankets off of her with a foot... but the foot wouldn't move. Mentally shrugging she decided to try to do the same with her arm... still not moving. Deciding there must be some explanation for why she couldn't move her arms or legs and the only way to find out what would be to open her eyes Athyr slit open one amber eye. She was eye to eye with one soft pink nipple, after her sleep-fogged brain determined that it wasn't hers Athyr peaked open the other eye.

She was staring at a pale chest... a pale well-developed chest she amended after closer inspection. Stretching her gaze farther north it came to rest on the aristocratic countenance of Draco. Pale eyelashes wrested on sleep-flushed cheeks and Athyr smiled at how much passion such a serene face was capable of. Looking down the length of her body she could see that her legs were entangled with Draco's and Harry's. After craning her neck to look over her shoulder she confirmed that the warmth at her back was indeed coming from Harry who had snuggled up to her and had her head tucked under his chin.

Athyr lay on her right hip and her left arm was tossed over Draco's middle with Harry's hand covering hers. Draco had then placed his hand on Harry's hip thus securing her in the cocoon of their embrace.

A cocoon that was slowly starting to smother her.

Taking a deep breath Athyr decided to test her range of mobility and carefully tried to extract her arm from the human web that had been woven around her. She had almost extricated herself when Harry gave a small sigh and pulled Draco closer thus raising their collective body temperature. Deciding that any further attempts would wake them up anyway, she decided to forgo trying to be gentle about removing herself and simply began working her way out of the embrace.

She had finally managed enough space to sit up when Harry sighed and shifted moving the hand, which had been resting on Draco's waist, to Athyr's middle entirely. ~I would laugh about this if I weren't so hot,~ Athyr thought to herself smiling. Sweat was starting to make its way down her spine. Knowing that the hands would fall away when she got out of the bed Athyr stood up in the small space offered and attempted to step over Draco and onto the floor when he turned over bringing his arm with him and knocked her feet from underneath her.

Draco was jolted awake with the landing of something very hot and somewhat heavy on his middle. The air rushed from his lungs and his eyes sprang open and flashed onto the sheepish gaze of Athyr who sat astride his lap.

"Sorry," she whispered and tried to climb off. Draco's hands circling her hips kept her from moving.

"Where are you going?" he asked a jaw cracking yawn splitting his face.

"You two," Athyr pointed at him and the still sleeping form of Harry, "are too hot," she explained.

"Well I've always thought so," Draco smirked.

"You know what I mean. I'm burning up between you and so I thought I would go to my own room."

"You can't the charms are still on the door."

"Well then take them off," Athyr said crossing her arms under her breasts.

Draco gave Athyr's pose an appraising glance and then rubbed a thumb over her bottom lip. When she sucked in a breath he pressed his finger in and ran it across her tongue. Athyr's dazed expression followed the digit as it made its way back to Draco's mouth.

"Hmmm," he murmured, "you taste just like I thought you would."

Athyr could feel Draco's erection pressing against her backside and the temperature in the room began to rise again, but this time from the inside. She could barely contain herself enough to ask, "And how's that?"

"Like chocolate and cinnamon... it must be all of those cookies you eat, you're starting to turn into one like Remus said."

"Look, Draco, I want to thank you and Harry for everything last night, but I really need to get out of this room," Athyr felt like she was banging her head against a brick wall. Trying to reason with Draco was getting her nowhere. She could feel that the desire of Anukis was gone, but there was still the threat of her own desire for the two sculpted men lying in the bed beneath her.

Glancing over at Harry she noticed that their conversation had fallen on deaf ears. Harry's hand had resettled on Draco's hip, and he still lay curled around the shape that Athyr had made on the bed. "Does he always sleep this soundly?" she asked.

Nodding his head Draco drew her attention back to their present situation. "Yeah, Harry sleeps like a rock. It doesn't take much to wake him up, but moving around on the bed doesn't do it," he explained.
Athyr planted a hand on each of Draco's pecs, careful not to touch the already hardened nipples there, and attempted to push herself off of his middle, but he wouldn't go ago and she fell back, her panties clad cleft rubbing across his erection in the process. Both let out a small gasp as their eyes locked. While Draco's smoldered with unquenched passion, Athyr's showed trepidation and desire. ~She's still fighting it,~ Draco thought. ~After all we went through last night.~

Athyr was now more determined than ever to break Draco's hold on her so that she could get out of the bed. She tried standing. She tried pulling at Draco's hands but he simply wouldn't let her go. Each time she failed to free herself, Athyr ended up rubbing her cleft against Draco's growing cock. After falling against him for the third time Athyr blew out a breath and closed her eyes, determined not to look into his burning gaze. She needed to get him to let go so that she could get out of the bed, but his hands were like bands of steel. Not that she couldn't break the hold, but she didn't want to have to break his hands to do that. Finally, it came to her.

"I'll give you one final chance to let go Draco," Athyr warned.

"Or what?" the blonde taunted.

"Or I'll do something to make you let go," she countered.

"Go ahead, but you're staying here with us, for the night anyway."

"Okay don't say you weren't warned." Athyr lowered her hands to Draco's chest and he assumed she was going to caress him, but instead when she moved beyond his chest and closer to his armpits it dawned on him what she planned to do.

"You wouldn't."

"I would," she assured him and without further ado Athyr attacked Draco. At first the hands on her waist tightened as Draco fought the laughter building up in him, but eventually he was unable to and began laughing out loud. Athyr gave no pause and continued to relentlessly attack the blonde under her.

Draco finally let go of Athyr's waist and tried to turn on his side to protect himself from her fingers. It was a few seconds later when he realized that she was no longer attacking him nor was she still sitting on his lap.

Athyr was had just cleared her left leg from Draco's hip when hands snatched her off her feet and planted her back in her original position, this time however she was on her back and Draco was sitting up in the bed. After bending her legs around his hips Draco assessed the new position he had placed Athyr in.

Her hair spread out around her in a black cloud, the white streak seemed to shine within all of the darkness; her skin glowed where she had been perspiring (AN: in the south it is commonplace to say that women never sweat; instead we perspire... what an absolute load of Bullshit) and her chest heaved with exertion. Draco was sure that he had never seen a more desirable sight. Grasping both arms Draco clasped them in one hand and extended them above her head, giving her the appearance of being helpless.

"Like that'll ever happen," Draco murmured to himself.

"What'll ever happen?" Athyr asked from her position.

"That you'll be helpless," Draco answered.

"What," Athyr said mockingly, "I don't look as if I could be helpless?" She turned her head away from Draco and attempted to looked small and weak.

Draco laughed at her attempts and brought his other hand up to hers. Letting her wrists go he entwined their hands and pulled Athyr up until she again sat astride Draco's lap, this time however they were face to face.

"No," Draco murmured huskily looking into her eyes. "You don't." He inched his face closer to hers until only a th sth separated them. Wanting to draw out the contact longer Draco flicked out his tongue and dragged it across Athyr's top lip eliciting another gasp from her. ~I wonder what other sounds she makes when she's aroused,~ he thought to himself.

Athyr had long since stopped trying to fight her body's reaction to the two boys whose bed she inhabited. She could only hope that one kiss and maybe a caress or two would be enough to get Draco to loosen his hold so that she could extricate herself. She knew that her heart wanted her to give herself fully to them, but her mind shouted the consequences to her and even provided visuals. A tremor shook her body when Draco's tongue worked it way down her throat, nipping at the skin he exposed as his fingers danced along the bottom of her shirt.

Athyr was jolted from Draco's seductive onslaught when a second pair of lips ghosted over the eye at the nape of her neck. Gasping she looked over her shoulder and into the sultry green eyes of Harry.

"You're supposed to be asleep," she got out before Draco latched on a delicious spot of skin behind her ear.

"I was asleep, but your gasps and moans woke me up," Harry said cheekily, as he trailed hands across the ankh on her back. Athyr bit her bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. "I love the sounds you make, and Draco seemed to be having such fun, so I decided to join in the festivities." Harry could feel her pulse racing as he dragged his lips down the nape of her neck. Draco continued his onslaught and sank his teeth into the supple skin he found, delighting in hearing Athyr's breath catch again. Tongue and lips crossed one another and Harry's and Draco's lips fused together over Athyr's shoulder. Staring down at them she couldn't imagine a more erotic sight and her body agreed with her clenching in its arousal.

A long low sound of pleasure filled the room as they continued on their journey and found erogenous zones and exploited them mercilessly. Athyr writhed between them feeling as though she had burst into flame, the fire within her burned so high.

A hand, Athyr wasn't sure who's, made its way into her bra and cupped the warm skin there, a thumb brushed over the nipple and paused...

"What's this?" Harry asked huskily, leaning his dark head over her shoulder. He gave an experimental tug on what he had found and watched as Athyr's legs wrapped tighter around Draco and her heart pounded louder in his ear. Pulling the shirt up and pushing the bra out of the way, Harry exposed Athyr's right breast to their eyes.

A small gold hoop pierced Athyr's nipple; Harry and Draco stared in amazement; they had had no knowledge of this accessory. "How long have you had this?" Draco asked faintly never pulling his gaze away. He could feel his mouth watering, he wanted nothing more than to take that nipple into his mouth and suckle; to tug on the ring with his tongue and see what new sounds he drew from her.

Athyr wanted to cover herself from their looks to put a stop to the onslaught on her senses, but things continued to spiral out of her control. Harry gave the ring another pull and Athyr almost drew blood because she clamped down so hard oh her bottom lip. At full flame now, her desire was stoked higher as she felt more than watched her nipple tighten into a nub under Harry's ministrations. Desire danced down her spine and pooled in her mons as she let her head fall back against Harry's shoulder. Closing her eyes she hoped that they wouldn't tug on the hoop again.

Draco was reaching for the hoop when Athyr pulled both the bra and the t-shirt back into place. "I've always had it," Athyr had regained some of her composure and sighed. "When I was thirteen, I received my rite. It's a ceremony that all Egyptian girls go through (AN: I have no idea if this is true, probably not). As part of my right I was pierced," she rubbed a hand absently over the piercing and then quickly moved her hand away when she remembered whose presence she was in.

Over Athyr's shoulder Harry goggled at the information. He met Draco's eyes over her shoulder and wondered if his face had a similar look of utter disbelief. While the two boys sat astounded Athyr removed herself from between them and propped herself up against the headboard.

"What's the rite for?" Harry asked. Despite his painful state of arousal he wanted to learn everything he could about Athyr. Draco looked at both Harry and Athyr longingly and then shrugged. ~There will be other times... and next time, you won't slip away so easily, Athyr,~ Draco thought to himself. Harry harbored similar thoughts about how easily Athyr had distracted them with her explanation and then moved out of their grasp.

A calmer Athyr answered Harry's question. "The rite is a declaration for a girl that she has reached womanhood. Being able to give birth is the essence of womanhood. It is only appropriate that the body bear the marks of reaching such a pinnacle," Athyr congratulated herself that she was no longer burning with desire and the she could look at Harry and Draco with a semblance of ease. "That and the fact that the body should get pleasure as much as it gives pleasure... you've noticed that tugging on the ring is arousing," she admitted the last quietly.

"Look," she rubbed her forehead, noting that she was still warm, but not as much as before. "I'm tired, I'm sure you're tired. How about you guys let me go to my room and then we can talk more in the morning." She was appealing to their sense of fairness. Hoping that they would agree and let her go, she didn't think she would be able to fend them off if they started in on her again.

Draco raised a pale eyebrow as he regarded Athyr. He knew what she was trying to do. He opened mou mouth to tell her that under no uncertain terms would he let her out, when from behind him Harry replied, "Sure, we'll pick this up in the morning."

Grabbing his wand from the bedside table, Harry ended the charms that kept the doors locked and the room silent. Athyr made a beeline for the door, stooping to grab her pants and shoes and was out of the door before Draco could even respond.

"What did you do that for," Draco pouted to his boyfriend.

"Draco, she would have regretted it in the morning," Harry said. "And when we have her, I don't want her to have any regrets. I want her to come (AN: mind the pun) to us of her own accord. She shouldn't think that we dragged her acceptance of us out of her."

"You know," Draco began, laying his head in Harry's lap, "you're supposed to be the spontaneous one; rushing in without giving a thought to the consequences, you are the Gryffindor, after all."

"I think you're rubbing off on me," Harry replied quietly as he ran his hands through Draco's hair. Suddenly he felt warm air on his genitals and then hot heat as Draco pulled Harry's boxers down and engulfed his cock. Harry's erection hadn't faded because he'd let Athyr leave if anything it became stronger knowing that she would be tucked in her room and away from him and Draco from the rest of the night.

"God, Draco..." He gasped out. Draco had his head buried in Harry's lap. He could feel Harry's hands mussing his hair and he welcomed him. If he couldn't have both Athyr and Harry tonight, then Harry would more than make up for it. He ran his tongue around the head and scraped his teeth over it, reveling in the sounds that poured from his lover.

Laying back Harry grabbed Draco's waist and pulled until his erection was leveled at Harry's mouth. Pulling the shorts away Harry licked slowly around the head, dipping his tongue into the eye at the center and knowing that it would drive his lover over the edge. Draco immediately began sucking harder at the erection in his mouth and forced out a moan of his own around his mouthful when Harry downed his entire length. Draco let go of Harry's cock and concentrated on the knot of pleasure pooling within him. He knew he wouldn't last long at this rate and latched back on to Harry's erection determined that they would come together.

The two teens twined around one another using tongues, nipping teeth and fingers to bring each other to completion. Exhausted Draco turned over onto his back and Harry righted himself so that they lay side by side. "I thought my head was going to explode," Draco said.

Harry snickered, "It did."

Draco slapped him on the shoulder, "You know what I meant."

"Yeah I did, but you have to admit, my response was better."

"Whatever," a yawn split the blondes face. "Let's get some sleep." Draco turned over and lay his head on Harry's chest. The two snuggled down together and though neither said anything, they missed their third.

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Back in her room Athyr lay in her bed contemplating what she was about to do. "I need some release," she mumbled and slipped out of her soaking panties. Her t-shirt and bra lay in a pile on the floor next to her pants and boots. Licking her thumb and forefinger she moved the hand slowly down her stomach. Her other hand cupped her breast and tugged on the nipple ring drawing a small moan from her. Athyr's other hand had reached its goal and it tweaked her clitoris softly. She could feel her juices soaking her fingers as she played around the hood. She let her thumb stroke over the nub and developed a rhythm. She drew out her pleasure as long as she could, moving her fingers first slowly then faster as her desire built Athyr stroked herself to an orgasm. When the waves of desire crested, Athyr was left staring up at the ceiling of her room. Her heart slowed to a normal rate and she replayed the evening's events in her mind. Turning over each kiss and caress in her mind only made her horny again so Athyr decided to take her own advice and deal with it in the morning.

As sleep stole over her she couldn't help but feel a little empty. She'd had the orgasm, but something had been missing...

"Them," she murmured to the darkened room.

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Pre-dawn found Athyr leaving her bed and heading outside. Sleep had come in bits and pieces and eventually she gave up on the notion all together. After dressing in a pair of flowing pajama bottoms and tank top she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen. Grabbing a cookie and a glass of milk she headed out into the pinking sky.

She was laying in the hammock that Sirius has strung between to old oak trees replaying the past evenings events in her head for what seemed to be the one hundredth time when said stringer of hammocks found her.

"Couldn't sleep?" he began leaning back against the tree across from Athyr.

"Something like that."

"Want to talk about it?"

"Not really."

"Okay," they lapsed into silence. The sounds of a new day beginning seemed to crowd out the need to say much.

"Do you have any fears?" It was an odd question, but Sirius could understand the need to ask them when you were confused.

"I have many... like I'm afraid of tigers," when Athyr smiled at the memory Sirius grinned back, "Not that you would have anything to do with that," he deadpanned. "Sometimes I'm afraid that Remy will wake up and realize that he's tied himself to someone who isn't worthy of his love." The sun came up over the horizon and Sirius continued, "That he could find someone who could do things for him that I never could."

"When did you know that you loved Remy?" This question was much softer almost as if Athyr was afraid of the answer.

"Right after I escaped from Azkaban; several things filled my mind, but above all else there was finding Remy and Harry," Sirius rubbed a hand slowly over his eyes as if trying to wipe away the memories of the prison. "During my time in Azkaban, thoughts of Remy had been my constant... they kept me sane. And when I escaped and made my way to Hogwarts being able to see Remy calmed my heart," Sirius sighed, but it wasn't one tinged with sadness as they often are, this one radiated contentment to the young girl sitting in the hammock. "When I think of how I feel for Remy everything else fades away... sometimes I think about what I feel for him and it stops my heart, the power of what I feel for him is that strong. There is nothing I wouldn't do to protect him, to make him happy, to be by his side always."

Athyr listened silently, the thoughts washing over her in waves. ~Do I feel like that for Harry and Draco? I don't know... Do they love me that deeply? I don't want them to... I don't want to love them, but it may be to late.~ She knew what fate awaited her if she dared give in to such feelings, she wanted to lock them away, to not feel anything other than friendship for these men. Love had the same power as death for her and she didn't want to see death visit her again.

Sirius had made several guesses about what had happened the previous night and he believed that Harry and Draco already knew, or were close, to admitting to themselves their love for Athyr. ~But she's not,~ the thought made him want to warn Harry and Draco about what kind of battle they had on their hands. But he truthfully understood where Athyr was coming from. He had been there many times himself. How he fought to not love Remus, how though he wanted him always he would have been perfectly happy with friendship had that been all the werewolf had offered. How often he had fought with Remy when he wanted to hide away from the Aurors alone and not risk making an accomplice out of him if they were found together. He smiled at the memory of Remus threatening to turn himself in to the Aurors if Sirius wouldn't let them hide out together.

He patted Athyr on the shoulder, "You'll know, when all you can think about is them, when their happiness is all that matters, when you realize you are not complete without them." Sirius went back into the house leaving Athyr to her thoughts.

Athyr sat in the hammock for a little longer and then became anxious. Her thoughts were pulling her in all different directions. ~I don't want to think about this anymore!~ Walking into the field that bordered the house she glanced out over the land surrounding her. Remy and Sirius' cottage was built in the center of several hundred hectares of land. A small lake lay a few hundred yards in front of the house and had provided endless fun for the two adults and three teens. The land had been in Sirius' family for years; there were wards around the house, but the couple had left the nds nds unprotected magically.

Though she hadn't been here long, Athyr felt a sense of peace with the land. Though her mind was in turmoil over Harry and Draco she found that she could enjoy her surroundings. Making her way to the lake she had decided that maybe dipping her feet in would do her some good.

Rustling from the forest to her left made Athyr pause ten feet before she reached the water. Her eyes narrowed as she stared into the dense foliage. "Do not assume that because my heart and mind are troubled that I am an easy target," she murmured, knowing that whatever beast lay in the forest could hear her clearly.

Twigs snapped and the leaves seem to part as the figure made its way out of the forest. When it had cleared the forest Athyr gazed up at the beast. Tall, at least seven feet in height, with the legs of a hippopotamus the upper body of a crocodile and the head of a lion, the beast heaved at Athyr. Drool, hung from its mouth and the Eye of Horus was clearly delineated on its forehead. Stopping several feet away from Athyr and bending to one knee, the creature began to speak.

"The Goddess Hathor, I bring a request from the Sun God Ra," the guttural voice sounded as if it did not belong to the body. Athyr took notice that Ra had sent a more powerful beast this time. ~An Amamet, if I'm not mistaken,~ she thought to herself.

"The Sun God Ra, does not make requests, Amamet. He demands. Speak truth to me."

"The Sun God Ra requests that you return to Egypt, come to him in his temple in Horus, you have much to speak of."

"And if I refuse," head tilted Athyr waited for the next move of the beast. She would not go to Ra, she would never bow down to the Sun God again. He would demand of her unspeakable things.

For a moment the Amamet was not sure if he had heard correctly. "Surely you would not refuse the request of the Sun God," he pleaded. From bent knee he gazed upon the countenance of Athyr. Watching as the amber eyes stared down upon him in disdain. "He is ruler above all else."

"You forget yourself, beast," Athyr was quickly losing patience with the messenger and with Ra. He dared to command her. He had no rule over her. "I am the cosmic goddess, from I life begins and ends. I know what Ra would demand of me and I will not do his bidd" fu" fury began to bubble up and Athyr's voice became quieter with each passing word. "To loose Sekhmet upon mankind, to cause countless deaths so that he may reclaim his rightful place as God," she spat. "I am no one's tool. I will NEVER be used as such again," Athyr could feel herself shaking with anger.

As she spoke the Amamet moved to his feet and approached her. Striking before Athyr could block it, the beast grasped her by the throat and held her off the ground.

"YOU WILL RETURN TO ME, HATHOR!!!" Now the voice that spoke did not come from the beast but seemed to surround Athyr. "I WILL BE GOD AGAIN... AND YOU MY CONSORT... AND IF I MUST I WILL FORCE YOU BACK TO ME SO BE IT!!!"

Athyr gasped and wrapped both hands around the one claw that gripped her neck. Bracing her dangling legs upon the torso of the beast she swung back and using the force of her swing brought both feet together and kicked into the face of the Amamet. Howling in pain he dropped the deity and she rolled away from its pounding appendages. Getting to her feet and braced herself for the oncoming fight. "I belong to no one, Ra!" she shouted into the swirling wind as she waited for the beast to attack.

She did not have to wait long. Seemingly no longer controlled by Ra, the Amamet reverted to its natural state. No longer walking on two legs it braced itself on the hippopotamus and crocodile limbs and stalked Athyr. Inhuman roars filled the air as both beast and goddess collided on the lakeside. A claw slashed down and Athyr twisted out of the way, but not quick enough to avoid it tearing open a line of flesh down her arm. The coppery tang of blood filled the air and Athyr could feel Sekhmet clawing to be unleashed. The blood spoke to her, even if it was her own. Athyr could feel her body changing; her spine lengthening, muscles stretching, her senses becoming more sensitive to her surrounding environment. She blocked the pain of the gash, and focused on trying to bring her other self back under control. She knew that staying in this half-shifted state for two long would force her warrior side to the front. Bringing the arm up to her chest she slowed the flow of blood somewhat. Taking advantage of the reversing figure of the Amamet she landed another solid kick and sent the beast reeling further back.

Crouching onto is back legs the Amamet let out a horrific roar and charged full out at Athyr. Gathering her strength Athyr timed the move and jumped onto the back of the beast as it moved beneath her. It immediately began bucking and trying to dislodge her. Using both arms she grabbed beneath the neck of the beast and letting out a roar of her own twisted savagely to the right. With a loud crack the Amamet fell to the ground, dead. Stumbling to the ground Athyr made her way to the front of the beast and using some of the blood dripping from her wound she traced over the symbol across the beast's forehead. Murmuring the incantation she watched as the ground bubbled up around the body and swallowed it whole into the earth. The last thing Athyr saw and heard as the grayness that was along the edges of her eyes began to turn black was a booming chuckle that she knew was from Ra.

"Do not worry Hathor, I will claim you soon. I've always known that you were beautiful, but today I discovered that you are even more beautiful when you are angry," the voice faded out to nothing and Athyr welcomed the blackness of oblivion.

AN: Well everyone, there you have it another chappie. Sorry, its taken me so long to update. I've been trying to get the balance of this chapter just right. I've also got a major case of the plot bunnies and the seem to be running amuck over my carefully crafted outline of this story. But don't worry I've got plenty of carrots and will be coaxing them back into their cages real soon. Laterz

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