Visions of an Empath

Chapter 14

Harry spent an enjoyable afternoon with his friends. He helped Hermione and Ron some more with their animagus transformations, but they hadn’t made much progress yet. Ron did, however, manage to sprout red fur along his entire body. Hermione, on the other hand, could manifest the eyes and whiskers of her animagus form. They were a little disheartened by their lack of success, but Harry promised to keep working with them.

“When’s supper, Harry? I’m starving,” said Ron pitifully, rubbing his stomach for emphasis. “It’s been ages since we last ate.”

“You’re always starving, Ron,” said Hermione, rolling her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t where you manage to put all of that food. It’s so unfair. If I ate like you do on a regular basis, I would weigh more than twenty stone.”

“I couldn’t even imagine eating that much,” said Harry ruefully. “I tried it once and threw up for the rest of the night.”

At Harry’s comment, Ron and Hermione looked at their friend sadly. Harry had told them once that he was used to going without food since the Dursley’s never liked to feed him much anyway. And it showed. Harry was extremely slender, and he would never grow more than the five and a half feet he’d already reached.

Harry, oblivious to his friends’ thoughts, headed toward the kitchen. Supper was still an hour away, but he could ask the house elves for a few sandwiches for Ron. To his surprise, Draco was sitting at the kitchen table, drinking a cup of tea.

“Draco!” said Harry cheerfully. “Are you and Severus already done with your potions?”

“I am,” said Draco dryly. “Severus is a bit irritable at the moment, and you know how he gets when he’s like that. He criticises every little mistake, making you want to just strangle him to put him out of your misery.”

Harry snorted at that. He could only imagine it too well. He couldn’t help but feel a little guilty, though. Could it be that Severus was more upset by his decision than he’d let on?

“Food!” cried Ron joyfully, startling Harry out of his thoughts.

Harry turned toward his friend only to see the redhead staring hungrily at the plate of sandwiches the house elf set on the table. Ron rushed to the table and snatched up a sandwich, wolfing it down in three bites and quickly grabbing another.

Harry shook his head wryly. Like Hermione, he didn’t know how Ron could eat as much as he did and never gain a pound. Draco, on the other hand, could only stare at Ron in fascinated horror, watching the redhead shovel food into his mouth at an astronomical pace. He couldn’t believe Weasley had managed to eat six sandwiches in five minutes.

“Really, Ron. Can’t you at least attempt to eat properly?” asked Hermione in exasperation. “One would think you hadn’t eaten in a week with the way you’re stuffing your face.”

Ron quickly swallowed the food in his mouth and grinned at Hermione. “I told you I was starving. You’re just jealous.”

“I’m going to go shower and change before supper. You remember where your rooms are, right?” said Harry quietly.

“Yes, Harry. We’ll be fine,” said Hermione with a reassuring smile. “I’m sure Ron and Draco can behave themselves while you’re gone.” She levelled a glare on the two teens in question, smiling when they both nodded quickly.

Harry saw the exchange and grinned. “I knew I could count on you to keep them in line, Hermione. I’ll see you in a little bit.”

***

Harry stepped into the bath and sank down into the water with a relieved sigh, feeling the hot water begin to loosen his taut muscles. He was only planning to take a quick shower, but the huge bath proved too tempting to resist. It was nice to be able to relax for a while.

Harry closed his eyes and sprawled out in the bath, never noticing the bathroom door opening. A gentle hand caressed his cheek, and he opened his eyes with a smile, knowing exactly to whom that hand belonged. He grasped a lock of Lucius’ long hair and tugged lightly.

“I thought you were still working.”

“I was, but I needed to change before supper,” said Lucius softly, carding a hand through Harry’s damp hair. “Of course, I could be persuaded to join you instead.”

Harry blushed lightly. “You’re welcome to join me, Lucius.”

Lucius kissed Harry on the forehead and climbed to his feet, stripping off his clothing quickly. He climbed into the bath and pulled Harry away from the edge, manoeuvring himself so that he was leaning against the edge with Harry leaning comfortably against his chest. Settled in the hot water with his mate held close, Lucius sighed softly in contentment.

“Did you enjoy the day with your friends?”

“Yeah,” said Harry. “I helped Ron and Hermione with their animagus transformations. They still haven’t transformed yet, but they’ll get it soon.”

“What are they?”

Harry grinned impishly. “Hermione is a curious little cat, and Ron is a sly little fox.”

“Very fitting,” said Lucius wryly.

“Yeah, now we just need nicknames for our animagus forms,” said Harry brightly. A devious thought came to him. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with this. I think I’ll call Draco Stinger or Midge. Ron can be Sly or Red. Hermione can be Whiskers or Goldie. As for me...”

“Emerald,” said Lucius. “And I think Draco would prefer Stinger to Midge, Harry.”

“You’re probably right. He doesn’t seem to like being reminded of his small stature,” said Harry gleefully.

“You’re one to talk, Harry,” said Lucius teasingly. “You’re even shorter than Draco.”

“That’s what makes it so funny,” said Harry. “He’s taller as a human, but I’m bigger in my animagus form. Besides, I’m sure Draco would prefer Midge to the name Ron would pick for him.”

“And what name would that be?” asked Lucius curiously.

“Fairy, of course. Draco gets offended every time the word is even mentioned in the same sentence as his name,” said Harry.

“He’s repressing,” said Lucius.

Harry burst out laughing. “You think the lady doth protest too much? That’s just too funny.”

Lucius just smiled. “Right now, though, it’s time to get out. Supper will be on the table in twenty minutes.”

Harry groaned in protest and reluctantly climbed to his feet. As he reached for his towel, though, Lucius wrapped his arms around his waist and pressed a gentle kiss against his neck. Harry shuddered and pressed back against Lucius.

“However, I believe supper can wait a while longer. Right, Harry?” As Lucius spoke, he brought one hand up to delicately pinch Harry’s left nipple while the other hand wrapped around the brunette’s hard shaft, stroking the rigid flesh slowly.

Harry responded with a breathless moan.

Lucius smirked against Harry’s neck. “Do you want more, Harry?” purred Lucius seductively. “I do. I want to claim every inch of you, bury myself in your tight arse, and mark you for all to see. Do you want that?”

“Yes,” gasped Harry, quivering steadily as the pleasure built. And he did want that. He clearly felt Lucius’ desire and need, but it was completely overshadowed by his own arousal for once. Suddenly, Lucius’ hands left his body, and he yelped in surprise as the blonde lifted him into his arms and stepped out of the bath.

Lucius carried Harry into the bedroom and placed the brunette on the bed. “Gorgeous,” growled Lucius ferally. He quickly climbed onto the bed and claimed Harry’s lips in a deep kiss, a groan rumbling from his chest at his mate’s complete submission to the invasion. He slowly broke the kiss and trailed his lips across Harry’s jaw and down his neck, nipping the flesh lightly as he went.

Lucius continued his downward path, teeth tugging gently on Harry’s nipples. Harry gasped at the sharp pleasure and blindly thrust his hips against Lucius’, desperately wanting release. Lucius just laughed darkly and moved to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, while one hand moved down to wrap around Harry’s shaft.

“Lucius!” cried Harry, lifting his legs and wrapping them around Lucius’ hips.

Lucius suddenly pulled away from Harry, smirking when the brunette cried out in protest. “Don’t worry, Harry. We are far from done. Roll over.” Harry slowly obeyed. Lucius stroked his hand down the brunette’s slender back, revelling in the fact that this lovely creature belonged to him.

Lucius trailed his lips down Harry’s back, marking the smooth skin with teasing little nips. He whispered a lubrication charm, causing Harry to jolt forward at the sudden cold, slippery feeling, and brushed his finger across Harry’s anus. Harry shivered at the strange feeling but didn’t protest the touch, so Lucius gently began to press his finger inside, breaching the outer muscles for the first time.

Harry hissed at the burning discomfort, feeling some of his arousals wane in the face of the initial pain of penetration, but as Lucius pressed deeper inside, Harry felt a jolt of sheer pleasure as the blonde brushed against something inside of him and moaned loudly. Lucius added another finger, and Harry tensed as the burn of pain increased, instinctively trying to pull away to relieve the discomfort. As Lucius brushed that spot inside of him again, though, Harry forgot all about trying to get away, thrusting back and pushing Lucius’ fingers deeper inside instead.

Lucius cursed softly and quickly added a third finger. The need to claim his mate was almost overwhelming at this point, and seeing Harry stretched around his fingers just made the need sharper. He slowly pulled his fingers free of Harry’s clinging heat and shakily cast another lubrication charm. Lucius positioned himself at Harry’s loosened opening and slowly pushed inside.

Harry whimpered in pain at the new invasion. Lucius heard the whimper, but he didn’t stop, pushing in until he was completely buried. He kissed Harry’s back and shoulder, whispering soothing words of encouragement, and Harry slowly relaxed. Lucius pulled back and pushed back in, keeping the pace slow and steady to give Harry time to adjust. Lucius changed his angle, and Harry moaned loudly as Lucius hit that spot once again.

Lucius smirked triumphantly. His strokes became longer and harder, brushing Harry’s prostate with almost every thrust. Harry screamed and moaned, keened and wailed, begged and pleaded, and still Lucius pounded into him, forcing him to new heights of pleasure. Lucius, feeling his own release getting closer, wrapped his hand around Harry’s shaft, stroking the rigid flesh firmly.

The new sensations proved too much for Harry. He came with a muffled scream, spurting his seed onto the covers. Lucius suddenly lunged forward, sinking his teeth into the flesh between Harry’s neck and shoulder, marking the brunette as his mate. With his mate finally claimed, Lucius couldn’t hold back anymore. Stroking Harry to firmness once more, Lucius pounded Harry’s arse even harder.

Harry was completely overwhelmed with pleasure, feeling Lucius’ pleasure combined with his own pleasure. He couldn’t differentiate between them anymore, and it was too much. His release crashed through him, ripping another scream from his throat.

As Harry’s arse contracted around him, Lucius growled ferally and thrust once more, spurting his seed into his mate’s spasming channel. He slowly withdrew from Harry and collapsed beside the spent brunette, breathlessly casting a cleaning spell on them both. He saw the mark on Harry’s shoulder and felt complete. Harry was finally his. It would be even more apparent, though, when the markings began to appear.

***

Hermione stared down at her plate, an uncomfortable silence encompassing the room. Harry really needed to hurry up and get here to relieve some of this tension. She honestly didn’t know how he managed to deal with Malfoy and Snape on his own all the time.

“What’s taking him so long?” moaned Ron pitifully, staring mournfully at his empty plate. The house-elves refused to serve supper until Harry and Lucius arrived. “How long does it take to shower and change?”

Draco sneered at the redhead. “You are a simpleton.”

Ron glared at Draco. “What do you mean by that?”

“It’s quite obvious, Weasel. Harry’s not the only one missing,” drawled Draco contemptuously.

Hermione gasped in comprehension, but Ron just stared blankly at the blonde. “So?”

Severus suddenly growled and pushed away from the table, stalking from the room without another word. Draco stared after him for a moment and sighed softly. “Harry did tell you about the situation with my father and Severus, right?”

“About how they both want him as their mate?” asked Ron. “Yeah, he told us. What’s that got to do with... Oh. You think he and your father are... My poor brain! The images! OW! What was that for, Hermione?”

“You’re such a prat, Ron,” said Hermione crossly. “Oh, poor Severus. He must be so upset right now.”

“He’ll be strong,” said Ron dismissively. “Besides, it’s not as though Harry rejected the greasy git. He plans to bond with both of them, the insane little sod.”

“But he’s a vampire, Ron. You just can’t imagine how possessive vampires are of their mates. It must be eating him up inside to know that Harry is intimate with Lucius,” said Hermione.

Draco sat back with a smirk. “If I know Severus as well as I think I do, he’s on his way to remedy that right as we speak.”

Ron turned faintly green. “I really did not need to know that.”

Hermione and Draco just laughed at the redhead.

***

Severus growled continuously as he paced around his room. Although he knew that Harry planned to bond with Lucius first, it was all the more real being faced with proof of that decision. It was all he could do to keep from going upstairs and pulling Harry out of Lucius’ bed and staking his own claim.

Of course, the more the thought ran through his head, the harder it was to keep from doing it, and Severus finally broke. He stalked out of his bedroom and headed upstairs. Barging unceremoniously into Lucius’ room, he bit back another growl when he saw the naked blonde wrapped around his equally naked mate.

Lucius growled right back at the vampire. “What the hell are you doing here, Severus?”

“I’ve come to claim my mate, of course,” snapped Severus, stalking toward the bed. “Hand him over.”

Lucius looked down at Harry and saw the brunette beginning to stir. He gently traced the new ring of emerald green scales that adorned the teen’s slender wrists. Harry now also had scales along the length of his spine, and Lucius couldn’t resist touching them.

Harry moaned softly, arching his back further into Lucius’ touch, and slowly opened his eyes. He smiled sleepily at Lucius and leaned up for a kiss, freezing in place when he heard the low growl. There were only two people he knew that growl like that, and he knew for a fact that it hadn’t come from Lucius.

“Severus!” Harry quickly scrambled under the covers, blushing fiercely.

Despite his jealousy, Severus couldn’t help but smile at Harry’s embarrassment. It was, dare he say it, adorable. “Now, Harry, there’s no need to be shy. I’ve already seen it.”

“Shut up,” muttered Harry, burying his flushed face in Lucius’ neck.

Severus looked at Lucius with a raised brow. Lucius looked down at Harry for a moment and slowly nodded. Severus walked to the bed and pulled the covers completely off the bed, tossing them into the far corner of the room.

Harry yelped indignantly and glared at Severus. “What was that-” The rest of his sentence was cut off as Severus covered his lips in a kiss. The kiss quickly deepened, and Harry moaned softly, timidly returning the kiss.

Lucius held Harry as Severus kissed the teen, a curious mixture of love, lust, and envy roiling through him. That actually surprised him. There was still a small amount of jealousy, but nowhere near to the extent it was a few days ago. It seemed that now that he had marked and claimed Harry, the drake was a little more tolerant of Harry’s other mate.

Severus slowly broke the kiss, smirking at the dazed expression on Harry’s face. Harry reached for him, and it was then that he saw the new scales around the teen’s wrist. He took Harry’s hand in his and gently caressed the delicate scales, pulling a soft moan from the teen. “These are new, and sensitive by the sound of it.” He smirked wickedly and looked toward Lucius. “Are they anywhere else?”

“Down the length of his spine,” said Lucius promptly, realising what Severus planned to do.

“Perfect,” purred Severus, flipping Harry on top of Lucius.

Harry only had time to blink in surprise before a rough tongue swept up the centre of his back, sending sharp jolts of pleasure throughout his body. Harry moaned loudly and arched his back, trying to deepen the caress. Severus chuckled darkly behind him and swirled his tongue along the scales at the base of his spine, growling at the choked scream that Harry gave.

Lucius decided he’d been ignored long enough. He pulled Harry into another kiss, devouring the teen’s lips ruthlessly. Harry instantly melted into the kiss, bucking his hips against the blonde’s as Severus gave another toe curling swirl of his tongue to the scales on Harry’s back.

Severus couldn’t wait anymore. He quickly cast a lubrication charm and unceremoniously thrust a finger inside Harry’s tight heat. Harry cried out in surprise and thrust back against Severus’ finger, moaning when the slender digit brushed his prostate. Severus growled softly and added another finger, adding a third soon after. He finally pulled his fingers out with an impatient snarl and positioned himself at Harry’s entrance. Pushing steadily inside of his mate, Severus hissed in pleasure at the tight heat encasing his shaft. Harry was finally his.

Severus claimed Harry with fast, hard strokes, pounding into the teen almost ferociously. Harry was almost delirious with pleasure. Every time Severus thrust into him, the vampire pounded against his prostate, driving his desire ever higher. That desire was only escalated every time Lucius thrust against him from below.

Severus, feeling Harry tighten around him, suddenly lunged forward and sank his fangs in the mark he’d previously made. Harry came with a loud wail, shuddering wildly between his two mates. Severus pulled his teeth from Harry’s neck and bit into his own wrist, pressing the bloody appendage against Harry’s mouth. Harry instinctively drank the coppery fluid filling his mouth.

Severus felt the bond snap into place and growled triumphantly, thrusting into Harry a few more times before reaching his own release. He slowly pulled out of Harry and collapsed on the bed beside Lucius. Pulling Harry off the blonde, he settled the teen between them, a small smile of contentment crossing his face.

Lucius quietly cast another cleaning charm on all of them and pulled Harry into his arms, the teen’s head resting on his shoulder. He had to smile, though, when Severus curled around Harry, burying his face in the teen’s back. He never would have pegged Severus for a cuddler. Lucius smirked, mentally rubbing his hands together as he thought of the blackmail material he now had on Severus.

***

Harry awoke with a start, his heart pounding in fear, but the reason for that fear eluded him for some reason. Wide awake now, he carefully disentangled himself from Lucius and Severus and crawled out of the bed. Another jolt of fear swept through him, and he realised it wasn’t his own fear he felt.

Harry quickly pulled on a pair of pyjama bottoms and crept out of the room, trying to find the source of the fear. As he walked down the hallway, the fear grew stronger and stronger until he found himself standing in front of Draco’s room. Carefully easing the door open, Harry saw Draco thrashing wildly in the bed, obviously in the throes of a terrible nightmare.

Hurrying toward the bed, Harry crawled into the bed and pulled Draco into his arms, whispering soothingly to the blonde. As he held the nightmare stricken teen, he began to project a peaceful calm toward Draco. Almost immediately, Draco began to relax as the peacefulness chased the nightmarish visions away.

His exhaustion quickly catching up to him now that the fear was gone, Harry fell asleep with Draco still in his arms. He was awakened a few hours later by a girlish shriek.

“What the hell are you doing in my bed, Potter?” Draco screeched, pushing Harry out of the bed and pulling the covers to his chest.

Harry scowled at Draco as he got to his feet. “You woke me up with your nightmares. Next time I’ll just leave you to them.”

Draco flinched in remembrance of his nightmare. He’d dreamed about his mother again. Then he remembered the nightmare being chased away by a sense of peace. “You helped me. You used your empathy to project a sense of peace into me, didn’t you?”

“I’ll not do it again,” muttered Harry, heading for the door. “Help someone and get tossed in the floor. Some gratitude.”

“Thank you,” said Draco softly. “I really do appreciate it.”

Harry paused in the doorway and looked back at Draco. Seeing the sincerity in Draco’s eyes, Harry smiled briefly. “You’re welcome.” He walked back to his bedroom to get dressed for breakfast only to be immediately accosted as soon as he walked into the room.

“Where the hell have you been?” Lucius demanded.

“And why do you smell like Draco?” growled Severus.

“Jeez, calm down. Draco woke me up with his nightmare, and I went to help him. Afterwards, I fell asleep,” said Harry calmly.

Lucius instantly relaxed. He knew that Draco still had nightmares about Narcissa’s death, but he didn’t know how to help him through it. He was just glad that Harry had found a way to do so.

Severus, however, was a suspicious bastard. “Helped him how?”

Harry smacked him across the chest. “Not the way your thinking, obviously. I used my empathy to project peacefulness and calmness toward him.” He glared at Severus. “I already have two men after my arse, I certainly don’t need to add another one to the list. I can, however, take one off of the list.”

Severus knew that he’d messed up royally when he saw the fury on Harry’s face. “I didn’t mean it that way, Harry. I wasn’t accusing you of sleeping with Draco. I just wanted to know how you helped him.”

Harry snorted derisively and shook his head. “You meant it exactly that way, Severus, but I’m willing to forgive you this once.”

Severus sighed in relief. Now that Harry could control his empathy better, he was a formidable force to deal with. And the little brat also knew where to hit where it really hurt. Severus did not want to be on his bad side so early in their relationship.

Harry smirked inwardly at Severus’ reaction. He could almost hear what the vampire was thinking, and he gave himself a pat on the back. If Severus and Lucius thought they would run roughshod over him just because they were older and more experienced, then they had another think coming. Harry was perfectly capable of holding his own in any battle.

Lucius, on the other hand, smirked openly at Severus. He’d learned the hard way just how capable Harry was. Besides, it was absolutely hilarious seeing Severus on the defensive like this.

As Severus glared retribution at Lucius, Harry calmly got dressed for breakfast. After missing supper last night, he was positively starving. When he was dressed, he looked at his two mates. “I’m going to breakfast. You can either join me, or you can stay up here and glare at each other some more. Your choice.”

Harry left without another word. A second later, Lucius and Severus were right behind him. Harry smirked again. Score one for him.