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The Power of Three	By : Queenie_Mab Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 14418 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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The Healers at St. Mungo's suggested that Harry leave James overnight, so they could do some tests on him and a mind examination. Harry agreed and signed the necessary paperwork, and he and Draco stepped out of the visitors' door, looking at the washed out shop with the ugly mannequin in the window. Harry shook his head. Even after living in the Wizarding world as long as he had, he still had trouble getting used to the way it was hidden from Muggles.

"So, we have an afternoon to ourselves," said Draco. "Wanna get some ice cream?"

Harry grinned. Fortescue's was back in business, having been taken over by the nephew of Florean, and Harry still hadn't tried all of their flavours, a dream he'd had since first walking into the shop. "Yeah, let's," he agreed.

They walked together, hands in Muggle wool coat pockets, trying to keep their hands warm while their faces were bitten by the sharpness of the wind. They made it to the Leaky Cauldron, drawing the attention of every patron in the place.

Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter was something that was not seen every day. Harry pushed Draco along, whispering for him to just ignore it, and they made it to the passage to Diagon Alley safely.

Draco pushed Harry up against the wall before he could tap the bricks and kissed him roughly, shoving a thigh between Harry's legs, causing him to moan into Draco's mouth. Finally, Harry pushed him off. "What are you doing?" he asked, smiling, cheeks rosy from the cold and the snog.

"You looked like you could use a snog and I happened to have an extra, so—"

"Oh, you—" Harry started, but Draco was already tapping the sequence of bricks to open the archway to the Alley.

Everywhere they went, people stared and Harry could hear their voices. "Isn't that Harry Potter? What's he doing with that horrible Malfoy, do you suppose they're friends?"

It was driving Harry mad and the sheer volume of the Christmas shoppers was driving him even more mad. "Draco, let's forego the ice cream."

Draco gave him a pout.

"Look, I want to go to Gringotts. Something went wrong when I handed over Grimmauld Place to Teddy and Victoire, I thought I'd signed the deed over, but apparently it's not been done. We can get ice cream after, yeah?"

"Fine," Draco said with a huff, but he still smiled and Harry grinned as he watched the pink on Draco's cheeks against his pale skin shine and the puff of his breath against the cold of the air. He wanted nothing more than to kiss him right there, but there were just too many people watching and he knew that Draco knew what he was thinking, by that long arched, pale eyebrow.

Harry forced himself to look away and to concentrate on getting to Gringotts as soon as he was able. He had to explain the Power of Three bond three times to three different goblins before they'd let Draco have his own key to the Potter vaults. They rode the cart down narrow paths on rickety rails until finally coming to a stop. Draco handed over his key for the goblin to test, and it worked.

Inside Harry's vault was everything he had been left by his mother and father, by Sirius, and also Dumbledore had left him a few things more to add to his collection. Different trinkets that Harry swore someday to figure out. It was in this vault that he kept his property deeds. He found the one to Grimmauld Place signed by Teddy but missing his own signature. Gods—he could be daft at times.

He took the scroll of the deed and tucked it into an inner coat pocket and then withdrew a sack of Galleons. He had the goblin close up the vault and return the key to Draco.

Once they were back in the cart, Harry seated between the vee of Draco's legs, this time going even lower down into the older families' vaults. Draco leaned in and asked Harry, next to his ear, so he'd be able to hear over the screeching of steel on steel, "Why did you give me a key?"

Harry looked up at him and grinned. "I want you to know that what's mine is yours." He turned back around, still grinning. They visited Draco's vault and he had another vault set up for Astoria's use.

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Afterwards, they did make it to Fortescue's and found a small table for two by the window. They were sharing a strawberry and chocolate sundae. Draco stuck his long spoon into the deep glass to fish out a gooey strawberry and fed it to Harry across the table, causing Harry to break out into laughter as the patrons of the shop goggled at them.

Well, the Power of Three bond was going to have to come out some time. The public may as well get used to seeing them together before they found out why, Harry thought.

After the sundae, they decided to do some Christmas shopping as neither had done any yet and Christmas was only three days away. Draco spent an inordinate amount of time in Twilfitt and Tattings, claiming he needed to dress four growing teenagers, and to his standards, as Harry obviously had no sense in fashion.

"But I thought you loved me?" Harry teased.

"I do, but your wardrobe is atrocious and as it's Christmas, needs to be updated. Just sit there," he said, pointing at a chair by the window. "I'll be done in a tick."

A tick for Draco was a lifetime for Harry. He did however find a set of lovely royal-blue robes that would bring out Draco's eyes just right, and he surreptitiously paid for them and arranged for them to be sent on by owl to 12 Grimmauld Place. Finally Draco was finished, having purchased half the store by Harry's estimation and was just finishing giving his owl delivery instructions, when a flash went off and a puff of smoke and Harry could just make out a man running along the pavement, pushing people out of the way.

He shrugged. Looks like the press found a way to photograph me. I've been hiding out for the past ten years, but they always manage," Harry said, yawning.

"Draco, it's nearly dark out, hurry up."

"All right, all right." Draco finished paying off the clerk and grabbed Harry by the elbow and guided him out of the shop.

They walked, strides matching, up the walk as the shops were closing up and fewer people were out on the street. "I could use a cup of tea," Harry observed. "I'm so cold."

"Well, there's either Madam Puddifoot's or the Leaky Cauldron, I vote for the second, because i'd like to warm up with a shot of Ogden's old and perhaps get a bottle of Elderberry wine while we're there."

"Sounds good to me," Harry said, thinking about how good drunkenness would feel. He'd spent his time in the chair at the clothier's thinking of all the terrible things James must be going through at that moment. He wanted to forget, at least until it was time to pick him up in the morning.

They stamped their feet when they arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, trying to get their feet to warm up in their boots. "Why didn't I think of using a warming charm while we were outside, Harry?" Draco asked, pulling up a bar stool. Harry took the one beside him so their knees were touching.

"Dunno," Harry answered signalling Tom for two firewhiskies. "Perhaps it's my bad Muggle habits rubbing off on you."

Harry laid money down on the bar and asked Tom to keep the whisky flowing for a while.

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Potter."

"And for my friend, Mr. Malfoy?" Harry added, just in case Tom was going to be thick about it.

"Of course, Sir. Pleased to have your business, as always."

Draco nodded regally and turned his full attention back to Harry.

Harry could feel himself being studied by those cool grey eyes and it sent a thrill down his spine. He felt the whisky doing its work of warming him, and Draco's knee against his own was really starting to turn him on. "I wish they had this stuff at the Den, Harry said, giving Draco a sidelong glance.

Draco continued to stare as he drank the rest of his glass down. "Do you want to go, Harry?"

"Where?" Harry asked. "I'm not ready to go home."

"No, the Den, it's just up the street a bit."

"Yeah," Harry agreed enthusiastically and waved at Tom, signalling that they were finished. As they were putting their heavy Muggle coats back on Harry could feel all eyes on him again and was suddenly embarrassed. He'd said the Den out loud, and who knows how many of the customers had heard him and understood it was a gay bar they were off to. He decided to take one last shot of Firewhisky and let it help him not care. He laid down a Galleon and told Tom to keep the tip.

Outside Draco pulled Harry into a half hug as they walked, supposedly to keep him warm. Nearby, Draco surreptitiously looked around and Harry watched him. "What?" Harry asked.

"Do you see any Muggles?" Draco asked, his voice low.

Harry looked around and couldn't see any. "No," he said and then yelped as he felt his clothing transfigured into something tight and constrictive. He looked over at Draco, who was closing his Muggle coat over a tight leather vest made up of laces, covering his bare torso and a pair of leather trousers which laced up the front.

"What did you dress me in?" Harry asked, aghast.

Draco chuckled and said, "You'll see."

They walked the rest of the block to the entrance and Harry felt as if he was wearing a second skin, his trousers were so tight. They felt velvety and good on the inside though, and he knew it must be magic that made them easy for him to move in.

They entered the Den to find strobing lights and sweating men grinding up against each other beneath. Harry could barely breathe when Draco removed his coat. He looked stunning, like he'd fit right in with the male dancer who was dancing in a cage, being ogled and stroked through the bars by wayward eyes and hands bearing cash.

Harry started to remove his own coat, but Draco stopped him. "Uh-uh, for my eyes only."

Harry gave him a face and took it off anyway. "Shut it, you. Look how you're dressed."

"Harry, they're all going to want you and I want them to know you're mine."

"Well, you'd better put a leash on me then, 'cause I'm not playing that."

"A leash, yes, next time a collar and a leash will finish your ensemble."

Harry looked down to see what he was wearing. Leather trousers to match Draco's, and in place of Draco's vest, he wore a black netted shirt with holes in several areas, tight against his skin and showing of his chest and abdominals quite well.

"You clean up real well, Potter," Draco said with a grin, grabbing Harry by the waist and pulling him in for a close and bruising kiss. He pulled Harry even closer and bumped into his growing erection. "I want to take you to one of the back rooms, where we can be loud and dirty."

"All right," Harry said, giving Draco a quick kiss back. "Drink first?"

"No, I want you sober-ish, let's go."

Harry watched Draco walk over to a man wearing a frock coat with tight purple trousers, shirtless, in a top hat. He handed the man some Muggle money and a key was given in return.

Harry hurried to join him and they headed down a dingy dark hallway in which blow jobs were being given left, right and centre. Draco led him past all of that until they reached the end. He pulled out the key, fitted it to the lock and opened the door to a room, the likes of which Harry had never dreamt.

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