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New Lives	By : IJustWanttoWriteMyStories Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 261 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters in it. I make no money from writing this story. I just do it for fun.

Chapter List
- 1-Three Years Ago. The Beginning.
- 1
Harry was in Heaven. Not literally. Draco Malfoy was fucking him just the way he liked it. He and Draco weren't in a relationship or anything. They were friends with benefits. Sometimes Hermione Granger joined them, but she was out on a date tonight and he'd been horney. Draco had suggested a little stress relief, so here they were.
"Harder, dammit!" he snapped at Draco.
He heard a chuckle, and Draco did what he wanted. Harry's head fell back against Draco's shoulder as he moaned deeply. It felt amazing.
When they were done, they just lay beside each other for a while before Draco rolled over and propped himself up to stare at him.
"Do you want to do me tonight?" He asked with a smirk.
"Do you want me to?" Harry asked, staring up into Draco's grey eyes.
"Nah, but sometimes you like to do me after I do you." Draco lay back down, only this time his head was on his bare chest. There was a deep silence that stretched on for several minutes. "Take me out."
"Out?" Harry repeated.
"On a date." Draco clarified. "I want to go to that new place that is opening up in the St. Louis portion of our world. You know, Bertini's. I was invited to opening night."
"So was I." Harry sighed.
"Then let's go on a date." Draco purred.
"We're friends with benefits, Draco." Harry sighed, "We don't date."
Draco sighed.
Harry almost shivered because of Draco's breath on his skin. He thought for a bit, and after another stretch of time, he spoke again.
"Let's go to Bertini's, but as friends, we'll take Hermione with us." He finally said.
He knew that he'd made Draco happy.
"Go buy us some outfits."
Yeah, he knew that he'd made Draco happy. He slipped off to sleep.
He woke to a phone ringing shrilly. He growled. Draco was still on his chest. He reached out blindly. His hand was hitting around the bedside table. By the time he found it, another hand picked it up.
"Hello?" It was Hermione's voice. "Yes, Harry Potter-Black is here. I'm his personal assistant, Hermione Granger. May I ask who is calling?" She was silent for a bit. "Bert Vaughn? I'm sorry, I'm not sure who you are, Mr. Vaughn, and Harry is asleep.... "
Harry held his hand out for the phone and gently dislodged Draco, who was clearly upset.
"Never mind, Mr. Vaughn, he's just woken up and will talk to you." Hermione handed him his phone.
"This is Harry Potter-Black." he sighed. "Mr. Vaughn of Animator's Inc?" he got confirmation. "I've told you that I can't start work until Monday."
Both Hermione and Draco frowned. Oh, right, he hadn't told them. Well, he'd do that after the call. He was listening to Vaughn.
"I'm sorry, the answer is no." Harry said, shaking his head. "I'm going to a restaurant opening with some friends tomorrow night, I've already promised and I don't break my promises to my friends." he listened. "No, we're planning on having a lot of fun tomorrow night. We might get drunk. I won't be able to do any risings tomorrow. No, the opening starts at ten p.m. and the party goes to dawn....the owner is a vampire, of course....If you keep this up, then I'm not signing the contract on Monday and not working for you at all, Mr. Vaughn."
He hung up and handed the phone to Hermione, who just sat it back down on the bedside table. He then explained what he was thinking about taking a job at Animator's Inc. They had a long conversation. After an hour of talking, Hermione said what he knew that she was going to say.
"Take Draco with you to read over the contract." She stated.
"You're coming with too, besides Draco needs your dress size and jewelry preferences for the opening." Harry yawned. "Now, I'm going back to sleep."
"Oh, scoot over, I'm sleeping up here tonight. I mean, how many times do I have to tell Winkey and Kreacher that I don't like the detergent they use on my sheets before they use the same stuff that they use for you and Draco?"
She stripped naked and joined them. Harry was in the middle. He ended up like this most nights.
"They do it, hoping you'll stop your house-house rights rampage." Draco yawned. "They like the politeness, the apprehension, and all, but you just take it too far."
This was an old argument, one that Harry just didn't care about anymore. He let their soft arguments lull him to sleep.
Harry was dressed in all black as they arrived at Animator's Inc. He was dressed in a button-down black shirt, black slacks, and dress shoes. All perfectly tailored. He was wearing contacts. Draco and Hermione were on either side of him, walking a step behind and dressed just as nicely. They walked to the receptionist's desk.
"Harry Potter to see Bert Vaughn." he said, as he tapped the desk with a finger.
"Oh, yes, he'll see you in a moment. He should be almost done with his meeting."
The three of them sat down. There were others sitting around, and they could feel power coming from all of them. They were the Animators who worked there. One was a very short female who was glaring at them.
They could see Bert talking to a client on the very far side of the room, which had cubicle walls.
It was about a two-minute wait until Bert Vaughn greeted them.
"Hello, my name is Harry Potter-Black." Harry said, standing.
"Bert Vaughn." The man said, offering his hand.
"I don't shake." Harry stated. "This is my personal assistant, Hermione Granger, and my barrister......er.....lawyer, Draco Malfoy. He's here to go over the contract with us. She goes where I go and is non-negotiable. She keeps me on track and doing what I'm supposed to do. Manages my schedule. Stuff like that."
"Welcome! Welcome!" Bert was vigorously shaking Hermione's hand. "Let's go discuss the contract....I don't normally allow the animators to wear black...."
"I am in mourning and wear black for religious reasons." Harry informed.
"Er....religious....reasons...?" Bert asked.
"Yes, I worship the only Absolute in Life." Harry stated.
"I'm sorry, I do not understand." Bert was frowning in confusion.
"The only Absolute in Life is Death." Harry stated with conviction. "I worship Death. Hence the all black wardrobe."
"Oh, you're a Saintist....." Bert nodded.
"No, the Path of the Absolute worships Death, not Satan. We believe in Death. No Heaven, no hell. Just Death." Harry stated automatically. "The Path will be a recognized religion soon."
"By the end of the month." Hermione added.
Everyone just stared at the three of them.
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