At Your Doorstep

This chapter will be an interlude. Let’s all forget about mysterious man on the prowl and Harry’s power still being unstable.

Chapter 14: Days in Their Lives

It was the middle of December, which meant the heart of winter and also Christmas were around the corner. Harry had been sleeping in Severus and Draco’s room for the past week. His old room was almost vacant; most of his things were moved to their room. Draco had complained about having to bin some of his things in order to make room for Harry’s. Most of them were old clothes but Draco still grumbled about it. Severus, on the other hand, did not hesitate to throw out some of his old things. When all the trashing was done, Harry happily hung his shirts, sweaters, trousers, slacks, pants, and coats—they were all given to him when he stayed with Snape and Malfoy (some were bought in the village), so technically they weren’t his—in no order whatsoever. So if one was to open their wardrobe and peeked inside, they would find the left side filled with black or dark-colored clothing, from summer shirts to winter coats. On the far right side, one would find clothes color-coded, neatly placed on hangers.

In the middle, was the mess.

Short sleeved shirts would be mixed with winter sweaters; black trousers would be neighbors with white sweatpants. Some of Harry’s slacks were just shoved to the back of the wardrobe; there were a couple of dress shirts that were crumpled into a ball. When Harry had finished with his hanging and folding, and… stuffing, he showed his partners what he had done. Draco stood gob-smacked, mouth hanging open; Severus stood, shaking his head in disbelieve.

It seemed Harry would be the untidy one in the house and they didn’t really mind all that much.

When Harry saw their shocked expressions, he turned to look at what he did and frowned.

“What? I put things on hangers like you asked me to! I was trying to make more room…” Harry turned around again and pouted, “I know it’s not as neat as yours or Draco’s… Well, this way, I can tell which ones are mine.” Harry beamed at Draco and Severus.

And that was that.

Now, one week later, Draco and Severus were quite pleased with Harry sleeping with them, although they hadn’t done much but snuggled with each other. Currently, it was five in the morning, and Harry had begun to stir.

The first thought that came to Harry’s mind was that he felt really warm, safe, and content. Well, he had been feeling that way ever since he started living with Draco and Severus, but right now, it seemed more so. Without bothering to open his eyes, even though he was sort of awake, Harry rolled to lie on his side and wiggled underneath the blankets, curling into a fetal position. A grunt sounded to his left; Harry cracked one eye opened.

Yes, Harry Potter was an early riser.

The brunet rolled to face the other side where the grunt came from. He smiled when he found Severus still had his eyes closed, but wore a scowl on his face.

“Go back to sleep, Harry.” Severus croaked; his voice was still hoarse from sleep. “It’s still… dark.”

Harry grinned; he was more awake now. “It’s not dark…” His eyes gazed out the window by their bed; the sky was a light purple, a sign that the sun was slowly rising. “The stars are gone and I can hear birds starting to sing.” Harry whispered in a conspiring way; he didn’t want to wake Draco, who was a late riser and a grumpy person if somebody woke him up before he woke up by himself.

“I seriously don’t care about the birds, nor do I care that the stars are gone.” Severus muttered, “But I do care that it is way too early to wake up, so go back to sleep.” Snape, with his eyes closed, reached out and mussed Harry’s hair.

Harry huffed and turned away from the older wizard; he swore he heard Severus snort in amusement at him. The green eyed man sighed and stared up at the ceiling. Harry folded his arms on top of the blanket, but shuddered when the cold air hit his skin. Shivering, Harry promptly put his hands back under the warm cocoon of blankets. Harry turned his head to the right and chuckled.

Draco, who did not stir at all when Harry and Severus were talking, was sleeping on his stomach, with one hand under his pillow; the other was draped across the top of Harry’s pillow. The brunet wondered why he hadn’t bumped his head on Draco’s arm while he was turning and wiggling on the bed. Or how Draco had managed not to knock him silly with his arm.

The one sole reason why Harry had woken up so early was that the night before, Draco had promised he would take Harry out, to Muggle London of all places. Harry had cheered and hopped around the house in great enthusiasm. In the month he had been staying with the blond and Severus, Harry hadn’t been in the outside world. Sure, he had been to the village, walked around, got acquainted with people, but it just wasn’t the same. Draco had told Harry that the reason he was taking the brunet out was that he had to deliver some oils to a clinic that specialized in Aromatherapy. It turned out that the village they lived in right now wasn’t all that far from London. If they were to take the Floo, it would only take around three minutes.

Harry smiled lightly and brushed a strand of blond hair from Draco’s face; Malfoy’s eyebrows knitted together when Harry’s finger brushed across his skin. The brunet sighed and closed his eyes, his head tucked beneath Draco’s chin. Subconsciously, Draco lower the arm that was on top of Harry’s pillow and draped it across Harry’s back. Harry smiled and let sleep take over.

He wanted to be well rested when he was at London, shopping for his loves.

HPDMSS

The sun was high in the sky; light shone through the window, brightening the whole room with sunlight. Draco groaned and rubbed an itch on his nose with the back of his hand. His mind was still under the fogginess but he still felt something hard rutting against his pajama clad thigh. Draco slowly opened his silver-colored eyes and saw a mop of hair under his nose. He looked above the nest of hair and found that Severus was already gone. It wasn’t surprising really; Snape always woke before Draco. The blond looked back down and smirked; Harry was now moaning slightly in his sleep, his hips thrusting into Draco’s legs.

With a mischievous grin, Draco snaked his hand between his and Harry’s body; he was more than awake now. His hand searched for the hardness that was rubbing against his thighs. With his right leg, Draco wrapped it around Harry’s lower body; his left thigh was pressed harder into Harry’s thrusting hips. When his hand found what it sought, Draco, with agonizing slowness, palmed Potter through the thin material of the brunet’s sleep pants. Harry whimpered pathetically and moved faster, seeking release. Draco was there to give it.

Who was he to tease his Harry?

Instead of palming, Malfoy began stroking up and down, sometimes squeezing Harry though his pants. The brunet’s eyes snapped opened, eyes narrowed, and finally registered the fact that it wasn’t all just a dream. When Draco gave a particularly hard squeeze, Harry gasped and his eyes fluttered close. His breathing became short pants; cheeks were tinged pink. Harry peered at Draco through half-lidded eyes and gulped.

“Draco… Don’t… don’t stop,” Harry panted and arched his body, pressing his erection into Draco’s welcoming hand.

“Of course not, Harry.” Draco murmured; he let go of Harry, who protested. But then he plunged his hand under the waistband of Harry’s pants and wrapped his fingers around the heated flesh.

Harry let out a hiss when Draco squeezed him teasingly; he glared at Draco and with one hand, pulled the blond close to him and kissed hard. Malfoy groaned into the heated kiss and with one twist to Harry’s cock, the other man came undone. Harry shuddered as he climaxed, his hips went still. Draco pulled away from their kiss and took his hand out; white, sticky substance covered his hand and with his tongue, he licked it off.

Harry’s eyes followed the blonde’s tongue; he licked his own lips and his emerald orbs looked right into mercury ones.

“That was… a very nice way to start the morning,” Harry said cheekily; Draco scoffed and leaned in to kiss Harry, letting the smaller man taste the slight bitterness on his lips.

“Get up, I believe today’s the day we’re going to Muggle London.” Draco smiled when Harry’s face lit up. With a whoop, Potter sat up and hopped out of the bed. “Sure Potter, leave me to make the bed!” Draco yelled since Harry had gone into the bathroom.

Harry’s laughter came through, “Blame yourself for getting out so slow!” His voice was muffled by the bathroom door. “What time do we leave?”

Draco swung his legs over the edge and got up; he stood by their bed, took his wand from the bedside table and pointed. The bed was made in a flash of sparkling lights. Malfoy placed his wand back on the table—he’ll get it later, after he was dressed—and sauntered over to the closed bathroom door.

“We leave at eleven and if I’m not wrong, it’s around… nine right now.” Draco said; he could hear pounding water on the other side. “And hurry your arse up, Potter! I want to take a shower, too!”

“Well too bad! You would just have to wait until I’m finished!” Harry laughed.

Draco rolled his eyes and went to their wardrobe to pick out his outfit for the day.

HPDMSS

“Do you have everything you need?” Snape asked for the umpteenth time. Draco sighed warily while Harry snickered. When Draco threw a glare at Harry, the brunet stopped immediately.

“Yes dear,” Draco bit out; Severus arched his eyebrow and sneered. “I told you twenty times that I have everything. The oils are all wrapped and ready to go, the forms are in the envelope, and I have the address.” Draco tilted his head at Harry’s direction and grinned, “And I have Harry, who knows London quite well. I’m sure I won’t get lost.”

Harry spluttered into his cup of coffee; he set it down before he had a chance to upset it.

“You got lost before?” Harry asked, “No wonder you asked me to go with you.” Harry waggled his eyebrows at the blond.

“Shut up,” Draco sniped; Harry’s grin grew wide. “Alright. Fine. I asked you to go because I got lost before.”

Harry looked smug; Severus found everything amusing so he kept quiet.

“But! I’m taking you because I remember you saying you haven’t been outside for so long.” Draco shrugged, “Thought I’ll use this opportunity to take you out. It might take half an hour or more for me to deliver and get the forms signed so I thought you could walk around and shop or something.”

Harry beamed and threw himself into Draco, who just in time opened his arms to receive the flying body. Severus chuckled and went over to the men, bent down and placed a kiss on each of their foreheads. Harry looked up at Severus and smiled.

“How come you’re not going with us?” Harry mocked pout, “We could all think of this as a trip of sorts.”

Severus smiled and cupped Harry’s face; the brunet was now sitting on Draco’s lap. Malfoy was adorning this stupid grin on his face, just because Harry was sitting on his lap, with his round arse very close to his crotch. Not to mention Harry was wriggling around as well.

“I have to watch the shop, Harry.” Snape said softly and pressed his lips on Harry’s. “You two have fun.”

Potter sighed and crossed his arms in front of his chest, pretending to look angry.

“Fine, I’ll shop by myself…” His frown then turned into a grin, “And don’t worry Severus, I’ll make sure Draco won’t get lost again… OW!”

Draco had smacked Harry on the thigh.

Malfoy leaned in and nipped Harry on the ear, “Say goodbye to Severus, Harry, we’ll see him when we get back.”

Harry ‘humphed’ while rubbing his sore thigh; he flapped his hand at Severus. “I’ll see you tonight.”

Snape smirked at his blond lover and Harry before stepping out of their cottage, leaving for the shop.

Harry stood up from where he was sitting when Draco told him he was going to get ready. Harry, with a sigh, watched the blond go, his green eyes lingering on Draco’s firm arse. Potter blushed when looked away.

‘Hmm… Draco sure has a nice arse…’ Harry smiled lopsidedly and cradled his head in his hand, while his elbow was resting on the dining table.

“… I wonder what Draco and Severus like.” Harry asked himself in a whisper, “I could get their presents and then shrink it… they wouldn’t even know I got them something.” Harry giggled softly and sobered when Draco came back.

“Ready to go?” Draco asked the brunet with a smile. “We should leave now; there might be traffic in the Floo network.”

They went into the living room, threw powder into the fireplace, and were well on their way to London.

HPDMSS

“Harry, you can meet me back here at one.” Draco told Harry, “If you don’t see me outside the building, you can ask for me. The receptionist knows who I am and what I’m doing.”

Harry chuckled and stood on his tiptoes, kissing Draco on the cheek; the blond was a good four inches taller.

“Don’t worry about me; I know my way around London, remember?” Harry smiled, “I’ll probably be here at twelve-thirty.” He gave one last kiss to the blond and shoved the taller man playfully. “In you go. I’ll see you later.”

Draco smirked and walked inside to the clinic. Harry sighed; people filled the streets of London and since it was near lunchtime, there were even more people, trying to find the perfect restaurant to have lunch. Muggles pushed and shoved their way down and up the streets, sometimes making Harry shuffle to the side so that he wouldn’t get knocked down. By the time Harry got through the worst of the crowds, he remembered why he didn’t like Muggle London much.

It was always packed, no matter the time or day it was.

The green eyed man turned into Oxford Street and smiled when he saw all the shopping boutiques available. But one store caught his attention; Harry made a beeline into Primark (1), a huge clothing store.

“Wow…” Harry said in awe; he was standing in front of the window displays.

Winter wool sweaters, coats were displayed. There were also boots, the latest designer shoes, scarves, hats, and trousers. Smiling, Harry walked into the store; he had a feeling he would be able to find something for Draco in this store, if not Severus.

.: One hour later… 12: 05 p.m :.

Harry happily came out from the store with two large shopping bags in his hand. He had actually found a really nice gray cashmere sweater for Draco. Harry knew he got the right size since Draco was about the same as he was. Harry also remembered not seeing any gray sweaters in the wardrobe back at home… So he wasn’t afraid that the one he bought would be a duplicate. Inside the second bag, was a black winter coat for himself. This shopping trip wasn’t all about his loves; Harry wanted some new clothes for himself as well.

“One down and one more to go… I really don’t know what Sev likes…” Harry frowned and scanned left and right. “I’m sure Severus isn’t a clothes person. Hmm… maybe I’ll get him…” Harry sighed and walked up Oxford Street, his mind pondering. “… Hey! I can get him a pocket watch!” Harry exclaimed; several people walking by stared at him and moved on. “Okay, now I just need to find a store that has watches…”

With that in mind, Harry started his search for the appropriate store.

.: Fifty minutes later… 12:55 p.m :.

“Shit… that took way too long.” Harry checked his own watch and grumbled, rushing out of the store with his bags swinging in his arms.

It had taken Harry twenty-five minutes, strolling up and down different streets, until he found a store that sold watches, clocks, and pocket watches. Then, it took the brunet around half an hour to find the perfect one for Severus.

The pocket watch dangled from a long gold chain and it also had a shell made of gold; the cover of the watch have intricate swirls carved into it. Small diamonds were indicators for each hour; on the background was see-through, one can see the mechanics that made the watch go. Harry asked the owner to put the watch into a medium sized jewelry box, lined with velvet. That way, it would be much easier for Harry to wrap.

Dodging right and left, Harry clutched his shopping bags close to his body. With all the people shoving around, it was very easy for him to drop his merchandises. When the white building of the clinic came to view, Harry smiled and let out a sigh of relief before quickening his pace. By the time he was near the front entrance, Draco was outside, with his arms crossed, and apparently worried about Harry. The brunet looked down at his bags and grimaced; he didn’t have the time to shrink them. When he looked up again, he found Draco walking briskly towards him.

“Sorry, I lost track of time while… buying things.” Harry told the blond. Draco chuckled and took two bags from Harry.

“What did you get?”

“Oh, just a coat and a shirt for myself,” Harry said airily. “Didn’t find much.”

Draco shook his head and linked his fingers with Harry’s. “Well, we can head back now, just in time for lunch with Severus.”

Harry nodded and together they walked to the place where wizards and witches could Floo.

HPDMSS

.: December 23, 2000 :.

Both Draco and Severus were at the shop, leaving Harry all alone in the cottage. It was two days before Christmas and Harry thought this was the perfect time for him to wrap up his presents. The thought of if Malfoy or Snape got him anything never crossed Harry’s mind. He didn’t really care; he already had the both of them.

That was the best gift really.

Taking the bags from behind his clutter of crumpled shirts, Harry went to the bed and sat down, dumping the contents on the mattress. He picked up his wand—-which he left on the bed-—and twirled it between his fingers. Long ago, Hermione had taught him a spell that would gift wrap things for him. It was really simple: just a flick and saying the incantation Donum Occulto (2) and there you go.

Picking up his wand, Harry flicked his wrist at the box that held the pocket watch and muttered the spell. Silvery gift wrap flew out from the tip of his holly wand and covered the entire box. It then folded and wrapped until the present was perfectly covered. Harry did the same thing to the sweater, cursing for not asking the store for a box. It didn’t really matter though; the spell wrapped the sweater without problems.

“Now, I’ll just shrink you guys and wail till Christmas to bring you out.” Harry said to himself, taking the presents with him after they were shrunk. “They’ll never see it behind my clothes.”

With that taken care of, Harry went out the bedroom and left the cottage—-to visit Severus and Draco-—with only one thought in mind.

It was going to be the best Christmas he ever had.

HPDMSS

.: December 24 – Midnight :.

Severus was half lying on the bed, almost completely nude—save for his boxers—and was about ready for bed. Harry, who also only had his boxers on, suddenly rolled on top of Snape, and pinned him down with his weight. The ex Potions Master stared up at the brunet, an eyebrow arched in amusement.

“Just what are you doing, Harry?” Severus asked while Harry began kissing his jaw.

Harry looked up briefly and gave Severus a feral grin. He swooped back down again and started to nip at the skin on Snape’s neck. Severus moaned when Harry’s tongue laved at a spot he had just bitten. He craned his neck and looked behind Harry; the door to the loo was still closed. Draco was inside taking his very late night shower.

“Harry…” Severus panted; Harry hummed and continued leaving kisses on Severus’ chest. “Are-are you suuure you want this?” Severus arched his back when Harry’s body moved downward, chest to Severus’ cock, and that evil mouth nipping at his navel.

Harry stopped whatever he was doing and pushed himself away from Severus’ heated body; his usually bright green orbs were now glazed over with lust. Harry then crawled back up until he was face to face with the older man.

“I am quite sure I want this. Do you?”

Severus gazed into Harry’s eyes and found no hesitation. There was no doubt in them. He reached up and with his hand to the back of Harry’s head, Severus pulled the younger man down where their lips clashed together.

The kiss was anything but gentle. Harry moaned when Severus’ tongue darted out and licked the rim of Harry’s bottom lip. The brunet parted his lips for Snape and seeing the opportunity, Severus probed his tongue inside Harry’s mouth to taste. While the smooth muscle was inside his mouth, Harry used this chance to suck on Severus’ thin lips. If there were outsiders watching these two men, they would think Harry and Severus were eating each others lips. Hands roamed across the expanse of their backs, nails were raking across pale skin, leaving red welts in their wake. By this time, Severus was fully sitting on the bed with Harry kneeling above him.

That was what Draco saw on the bed when he came out from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his lean waist. He licked his lips and dropped his towel on the ground, not caring that it was wet. From his view, Harry’s arse was up in the air, wiggling enticingly. Draco let out a chuckle, which caused the men on the bed to stop.

Harry turned his head around and licked his lips, “Draco… you’re here. Come, join us in bed.” His eyes wandered down Draco’s torso and landed on certain parts. The parts seemed extremely interested.

Draco walked over to their bed, got on and kneeled on the mattress. He hovered behind Harry’s bent body and skimmed his warm hands down Harry’s smooth back, down to the dip where back met arse, and finally, splaying his hands on Harry’s arse cheeks. Draco clucked his tongue and with one smooth movement, he yanked Harry’s boxers down. Potter groaned and kicked his bunched up boxers to the ground. So far, Severus was the only one that still had clothes on.

When Draco moved closer, his hard cock rubbed in between the cleft of Harry’s bum; the brunet moaned at the feeling and moved up just a bit more until his face was buried in Severus’ shoulder.

“It’s not fair… You still have your boxers on…” Harry said, his voice muffled by Snape’s shoulder. He removed his face from Severus and grinned. “Come on, lift your hips up so I can take them off.”

Severus complied and with one move, Harry had his boxers off and was then tossed to the side. The green eyed man smirked and reached for Severus’ hard member; he curled his fingers around it and pumped. At the same time, Draco had pushed one finger into Harry’s anal opening. Harry gasped and pressed back; he dropped to his elbows and his face was now leveled with Severus’ groin.

“Did I hurt you?” Draco asked; his voice sounding strained. When Harry shook his head Draco smiled and curved his fingers, searching for that one spot…

“Holy Mother of Merlin!” Harry yelped and his back arched in pleasure. “Dra-co… do-do that again…”

Malfoy smirked and pulled his finger half way out; Harry groaned in protest, but that earned him a slap on his arse.

“You are leaving Severus all alone,” Draco purred in Harry’s ear; his grey eyes were focused on Severus’ rock hard cock, standing straight from a nest of dark curls.

Harry swallowed and understood what he had to do. Lowering his head, he opened his mouth as wide as he could and took Severus all the way to the root, or so he tried. Severus hissed when Potter started sucking; his hips bucked when Harry used his talented tongue. The brunet relaxed his throat and went a little bit deeper, using one hand to grasp what his mouth couldn’t reach. Through half-lidded eyes, Severus watched as Harry’s head bobbed up and down above his crotch; the younger man’s cheeks were caved in at each suck. Snape’s eyes rolled to the back of his head when Potter’s tongue dipped into his slit.

Satisfied that his other lover was taken care of, Draco moved his finger again, only this time it was joined by another and he started scissoring them. Harry groaned, which sent wonderful vibrations to Severus’ cock.

“I-I can’t… Harry…” Severus cautioned; he was very close to completion and he wasn’t sure if Harry wanted to swallow everything he gave.

But the smile, or attempted smile, was enough to tell Severus that Harry was ready.

With both hands, Severus weaved his fingers through Harry’s dark tresses, and at the same time, guided Harry. He was making small thrusts into Harry’s mouth but the brunet didn’t seem to mind at all.

Sensing that Harry was prepared, Draco held out his free hand and summoned his wand to him. When the piece of wood landed in his opened palm, Draco hastily cast a lubrication charm at Harry’s relaxed hole. Then a second one was cast on his own swelled member.

“Harry, I’m going to… It might feel a bit uncomfortable.” Draco warned.

Harry released Severus’ cock with a ‘pop’. “It’s… I’m fine. Just do it already!” Harry whined and wiggled his arse at Draco and went back to his task of taking care of Severus.

Draco took his two fingers out and Harry mewled at the loss of fingers. With one hand grasping Harry’s hips tightly, Draco used his other to guide his cock to Harry’s entrance and then pressed in.

Both Draco and Harry groaned at the same time. Because of the groan, it made more pleasant vibration through Severus’ arousal. Once the head of his cock was in, Draco paused and let Harry recover from the intrusion.

“Harry? Are you alright?”

In reply, Harry clamped his internal muscles around the cock in his arse, sending Draco a message that he, indeed, was more than alright. Harry twisted his head back and glared at his blond lover.

“Just move Draco! Damnit I’m not made out of glass!” Harry cried out in part frustration and part impatience.

“Yes Draco, listen to the man,” Severus drawled; he was carding his fingers through Harry’s hair while Potter was licking his cock like a popsicle.

“As you wish.” Draco smirked and rammed in.

Harry howled, in pain and in pleasure. It felt really good, even though there was a slight burn.

“Merlin… Draco… ha-harder… move!” Harry babbled; he went down again and was determined to make Severus climax.

Soon, all three men were at a rhythm. Draco was thrusting hard and deep into Harry; the brunet was actually letting Draco do all the work. With every thrust, Harry’s body moved forward, which also meant his mouth going down on Snape’s cock.

“Fuck! Can’t… I can’t hold… Haaa-rryy!” Draco cried and pressed in, releasing his seeds into Harry’s accepting body.

Harry groaned around his mouthful, feeling the warmth of Draco’s cum coating his insides. With one last, hard suck, Severus also cried out his release. White, warm substance filled Harry’s mouth and he swallowed every last drop Severus offered. Without touching his own arousal once, Harry got off, just by hearing and seeing his lovers climaxing.

Draco panted and slowly pulled out; Harry winced at the small pain in his backside. As Harry flopped bonelessly next to Severus, on his stomach, Draco dropped down next to Harry. Snape turned to his side and threw his arm across both of his lovers. Harry sighed happily and scooted closer to the older man while Draco also wrapped his arm around Harry.

“How do you feel?” Severus asked, kissing Harry’s brow. Potter giggled and smiled sleepily.

“I feel… tired,” Harry said and then let out a yawn, “A bit of pain in my arse, but not so much. I’m fine.”

“Good. I was worried that I hurt you.” Draco muttered and kissed Harry’s sweat covered shoulder.

“No worries…” Harry sighed, “It’s Christmas isn’t it? I think this was my best one.”

“I agree with you,” Snape said; Draco nodded his agreement.

With one last sleepy smile, Harry burrowed into his pillow.

“Merry Christmas Severus, Draco.”

“Happy Christmas to you, too, Harry.” Draco whispered softly and spooned next to Harry.

“Happy Christmas.” Severus murmured and closed his eyes, sleep already taking over.

The fire in their room crackled almost silently as the three men slept. This was their first Christmas together and they wished there would be wonderful days ahead… with no troubles at all.

If only it was that easy.

HPDMSS

A/N: Wow… lolz! My interlude is long! O.O Hey, at least I have a lemon in this chapter right? ;D And it wasn’t a dream! It was all real :P –cackles- You know, I was really hiding inside their wardrobe, behind Harry’s pile of shirts. I had front row seats and saw EVERYTHING! –runs around, giving out photos-

I’m very sorry if this chapter was out of place… but I felt I needed something besides Harry having flashbacks. So… I had him shopping xP

Thanks for reading! :D

Since Harry has been living with Severus and Draco for a month, he went and got himself a wand. I know I didn't have that in any of my chapters; it happened in between. Having a wand meant more control over his magic and Harry needs that control. :P I am really sorry for the confusion x-x

(1) - Primark is a real store. I found it in a website; I was searching "London streets and shops" and found Oxford Street and the name of that shop xD It seemed pretty big to me :s Can we pretend this store isn't a cheap store for the sake of my story? xD I really had no idea since I don't live in London and all :(

(2) - Donum Occulto roughly means "gift conceal" in Latin ;x Yeah I know I'm lame lol