Union of Three

Union of Three

Chapter 20

Lucius carefully untangled himself from Harry’s embrace and slipped out of bed at the crack of dawn, pausing only long enough to rub Harry’s belly to soothe the restlessly shifting brunette back to sleep. He was reluctant to leave the bed so early, especially with the sleep-warm elf cuddling against him, but he had several plans to carry out today, and now was the best time to do so. Lucius hastily jotted down a quick note so Harry wouldn’t worry and crept silently from the room. He never noticed the amber eyes watching his movements with growing suspicion. He met Dougal in the kitchen, who was staring blankly out the window, and sat down for a cup of tea.

“And just why are we up so early this morning?” asked Dougal quietly. Lucius hadn’t told him what he was planning, but Dougal knew it had to be important. That would be the only reason Lucius would even consider voluntarily leaving his mate’s be so soon after the battle. “I didn’t think you’d let that adorable kitten out of bed for at least a week after facing the Dark Lord.”

“It can’t be helped. I have someplace I need to be,” said Lucius vaguely.

“And would this ‘someplace’ be the Elven castle where our little kitten’s grandparents just happen to reside?” asked Dougal, arching an eyebrow arrogantly.

“Yes, nosy, it would. Now, why I got stuck with a nosy brother-in-law instead of a silently supportive one, I’ll never know,” said Lucius with a long-suffering sigh. “I just need to speak to Urian and Aracely before I take Harry to visit them.”

“Talk to them about what?” asked Dougal curiously. “They do still want to meet him, don’t they? Or did something change their minds? Well? Why do you need to talk to them?” He was getting increasingly upset on Harry’s behalf at the thought that his kitten’s grandparents may be rejecting him.

“What? No, Dougal, calm down,” said Lucius quickly, trying to calm the vampire before he managed to wake anyone. “It’s nothing like that. I just wanted to ask if it would be possible if Harry, Draco, and I could have an Elven wedding at the castle.”

“You asked Harry to marry you? When? And why am I just now finding this out?” asked Dougal heatedly, voice rising with each question. He absolutely hated to be the last to know.

“Dougal, will you shut up before you wake the entire household?” hissed Lucius irritably. He was beginning to regret letting Dougal in on his plans. “No, I haven’t asked him yet. I want to ask him while we’re at the castle, but I need to make sure we can have the wedding there before I can do so.”

“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go,” said Dougal excitedly. “I hope you plan on inviting me along when Harry visits his grandparents because I definitely want to see his face when you propose.”

“All right,” said Lucius impatiently, getting to his feet and opening a portal. Gesturing for Dougal to proceed, Lucius said, “Vamps first.” He smirked at the scowl on Dougal’s face as he passed the blonde.

*****

Remus smiled and backed away from the kitchen door. He’d seen Lucius sneaking down the stairs and had silently followed. He couldn’t help but be intrigued and a little worried about the situation. A sneaky Slytherin was usually up to no good, and Remus was determined to find out why the blonde thought he needed to sneak out of bed at dawn.

Remus watched Lucius walk into the kitchen and crept to the door. Thankfully, Lucius had left the door ajar when he entered the room, so Remus could see and hear what was going on. He peeked into the kitchen and had to bite back a growl when he saw Dougal in the room with Lucius. ‘That bastard better not be cheating on my godson, or I’ll rip his dick off,’ Remus thought viciously. His Harry had felt far too much pain in his short life, and Lucius’ betrayal would utterly destroy him. He leaned closer to the door, listening intently to the two inside.

“You asked Harry to marry you?” Remus’ eyes widened at the question and waited with baited breath for the answer. “No, I haven’t asked him yet. I want to ask him while we’re at the castle, but I need to make sure we can have the wedding there before I can do so.” Remus sighed in relief and smiled. He was happy for Harry. Harry deserved someone who would put him first for once.

“Now I just need to do my own proposing,” said Remus, patting his pocket with a smug smile. He knew the perfect way to awaken his Severus.

*****

Harry climbed out of the bed and walked to the bathroom, wondering sleepily where Lucius was. Returning to the bed, a note on the bedside table caught his attention. He picked it up and saw that it was a note from Lucius.

‘Harry love,

I had a little business to attend to today, so I’ll probably be gone most of the day. I will definitely be back by dinnertime, so don’t worry. Don’t forget to feed today. You need all your strength for Taryn. I love you.

Lucius’

Harry smiled and climbed in the bed, looking at Draco contemplatively. A mischievous smirk suddenly crossed his face. Pushing the covers down to the foot of the bed, Harry stared at Draco’s gorgeously exposed body with delight. The blonde was lying on his back with his arms thrown above his head and his legs slightly spread. And even though, Draco wasn’t awake, at least one part of him was.

Harry licked his lips and pushed Draco’s legs further apart. Settling comfortably between Draco’s spread thighs, Harry wrapped a hand around the base of Draco’s shaft. He leaned down and swirled his tongue around the head of the shaft, smiling slightly as Draco moaned softly. He took the head of Draco’s dick into his mouth and sucked, bobbing his head up and down slowly. Moving his other hand, Harry rubbed his finger teasingly over Draco’s pucker.

Draco woke to the feeling of delicious, wet warmth surrounding his cock. He almost came right then when he glanced down and saw his dick disappearing into Harry’s mouth. “Fuck, kitten, that feels so good,” he growled softly, burying his hands in Harry’s hair. He moaned and bucked his hips when Harry swallowed his shaft to the root, swallowing convulsively around the head of his dick. Draco suddenly grabbed Harry by the shoulders and pulled the brunette up the length of his body, desperately needing to bury his cock in his mate’s tight arse.

“Draco, what-?” started Harry, displeased that his toy had been taken away. He didn’t finish the question because Draco devoured his mouth, thrusting his tongue demandingly into the brunette’s mouth as he positioned Harry over his hips. Keeping Harry distracted with the deep, drugging kisses, Draco quickly prepared his mate’s entrance and slowly pushed Harry down onto his rigid cock. “Oh fuck, Draco,” panted Harry as Draco’s shaft breached his entrance. Draco’s dick was pushing into him so slowly, Harry could feel every heartbeat pulsing through the invading shaft.

“Gods, kitten, how can you still be so tight?” Draco groaned as his shaft was buried completely in that deliciously tight heat. “I feel like I’m fucking a virgin every single time I’m with you.”

“Part vampire, baby. We have amazing healing capabilities,” said Harry smugly, clenching his arse around Draco’s embedded shaft.

“You keep doing that and this’ll be over before it’s even begun,” said Draco, groaning at the tightening heat around his cock.

“Oh no, we can’t have that,” said Harry teasingly, lifting up until only the head of his mate’s dick was still buried, and then slammed his hips down, causing them both to moan loudly in pleasure. Draco placed his hands on Harry’s hips to guide his movements, but Harry shook his head and pushed the blonde’s hands away. “Uh uh, this is my show now.”

Draco smirked and tucked his hands under his head as Harry lifted his hips once again. Harry took up the challenge, setting a slow, torturous pace designed to drive Draco wild. He tightened his inner muscles on the upstroke, sliding up so slowly, and slammed his hips down, falling at just the right angle to hit his sweet spot. Draco was reduced to begging within minutes, clenching the sheets in a white knuckled grip to keep from grabbing his mate’s hips and forcing the brunette to move faster.

“Harry, please,” moaned Draco, arching his back and bucking his hips. “Faster, kitten.”

Harry finally took pity on his pleading mate and rode the blonde hard and fast, moaning softly as his climax neared. “Draco, touch me!” he commanded breathlessly, already so close to the precipice.

“Thank Merlin,” cried Draco, grabbing Harry’s hips and rolling them so that Harry was on the bottom. He pushed Harry’s thighs up towards his chest and pounded his aching dick into the brunette’s tight arse, causing Harry’s moans to get increasingly louder as he rammed the elf’s prostate repeatedly. Harry suddenly screamed and tensed as his release roared through him, spilling his seed between them. He quickly buried his fangs in Draco’s neck, relishing the taste of his mate’s arousal spiked blood. Draco slammed into Harry’s clenching arse twice more and came with a shout, his mate’s climax and the bite to the neck triggering his own release.

“Mmmm,” purred Harry, licking over the bite mark. “A horny Draco is a sexy Draco. Makes you taste even better, too.”

“No horny Draco,” muttered Draco exhaustedly. “Tired Draco. Sleep now, ‘k?”

“You do that, baby. I’m going to get some breakfast. I’m wide awake,” said Harry, kissing Draco on the forehead as the blonde nodded wearily and fell quickly asleep. “But first, a shower is definitely in order.”

*****

“Ah, good. You’re both finally here,” said Aracely when Lucius and Dougal entered the room. “Please, sit down.”

Lucius and Dougal hesitantly sat in the chairs indicated, watching the other occupants in the room suspiciously. Lucius wasn’t expecting to see King Athelly and Queen Lisselle when he visited the Evenstars. Their presence worried Lucius a bit because, although they were allies, the fae and elven royals did not exactly get along well.

“Did I come at a bad time?” asked Lucius quietly. “I can return at a more convenient time if you like.”

“No, dear, you should be here,” said Aracely calmly. “You came to ask about my grandson’s wedding, yes?”

“Yes,” said Lucius slowly. “I wanted to ask if we could have an Elven wedding at the castle.”

“No,” said Aracely bluntly, hiding a smile at the disappointment on Lucius’ face. Turning to Dougal, she asked, “You are Harry’s clan leader, correct?”

“Yes, milady,” said Dougal softly, trying to reign in his temper at the insult to Harry this women had so casually given. “Dougal Korbin, clan leader of Clan Korbin, and Harry’s adopted older brother. Now would you like to explain to me just why you’re unwilling to give my baby brother an Elven wedding when he is part elf?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” said Aracely, ignoring Dougal’s burst of temper. “I think it would be more appropriate to have a wizard ceremony,” She held up a hand to forestall the protests Lucius and Draco were just dying to emit. “But King Athelly and Queen Lisselle have agreed to give an Elven and Fae blessing upon the union, which deepens the bond even more. I was hoping that, as Harry’s clan leader, you would also give them a Vampire blessing as well, Dougal.”

“I would be honoured, actually,” said Dougal politely, bowing his head respectfully.

“Thank you, Lady Evenstar,” said Lucius reverently. “I am honoured and deeply grateful for the gift you bestow upon us.”

“You have two days, Lucius, during the night of the full moon,” said Aracely gravely. “You should probably arrive tomorrow, though, because there are several preparations to be made before the blessings can commence.”

“We shall be here tomorrow afternoon, Lady Evenstar. Again, thank you,” said Lucius, getting to his feet and bowing. Dragging Dougal out the door, Lucius quickly opened a portal back to Godric’s Hollow.

*****

Severus shivered and rolled over to cuddle closer to his mate. He almost rolled completely off the bed before he realised that Remus was not present. Sitting up with a scowl on his face, Severus scanned the room for his erstwhile mate, but instead found a note on the nightstand.

‘Meet me in the library’

“That’s it?” asked Severus incredulously, tossing the note aside and climbing from the bed. Jerking on his clothes, he muttered irritably, “I don’t know why he thinks I need to go to the library. What is he planning?” He stomped down the stairs and slammed open the library doors, stopping in shock at the sight that greeted him. Remus stood in the middle of the room with rose petals scattered across the floor. Behind him, more rose petals spelled out, ‘Will you marry me, Severus?’

Remus swallowed nervously when Severus remained mute. “Severus?” he asked hesitantly, fear and hope warring within him. “Severus, are you all right? Say something!”

“I can’t believe you did all of this for me,” whispered Severus. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before.”

“I should hope not,” growled Remus. “I should be the only man you consider marrying.”

“Yes,” said Severus simply.

“Yes?” asked Remus hopefully. “You’ll marry me?”

“Yes,” said Severus, smiling one of his rare, genuine smiles.

“Yes!” cried Remus, pulling the brunette close for a deep, passionate kiss. Remus started to push Severus to the floor when a voice interrupted them.

“What the hell is all this?” asked Lucius irritably, pushing through the spelled rose petals and stopping when he saw Severus and Remus. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Yes, you bastard,” said Severus heatedly. “You interrupted my marriage proposal, so go away.”

“Right,” said Lucius calmly. “Congratulations. I would invite you to my own wedding, but it will be held in two days during the full moon. Sorry, Remus. I don’t really have a choice if I want my Harry to have his wedding at the Elven castle.”

“Two days?!” yelled Remus incredulously. “But that’s..” He couldn’t believe that his godson would be getting married so soon. He didn’t have enough time to prepare for this. Knowing that Harry was having sex was one thing, but marriage was serious.

“What’s in two days,” said Harry, standing in the doorway in a pair of pyjama bottoms. He blinked at the array of rose petals and smiled. “So you finally asked him, Moony? Well, Sev, welcome to the family- officially, that is. You’ll still be Mother Sev to me.”

“Oh shut up, brat,” said Severus with a mock glare. “Where’s Draco?”

“I wore him out,” said Harry, smirking at Remus as the werewolf blushed and muttered, “Harry!”

“We’re going to visit your grandparents tomorrow,” said Lucius, evading the question entirely. “They have something special planned for us.”

“Really? What is it?” asked Harry excitedly.

“It’s a surprise,” said Lucius, leading Harry out of the room.

*****

“Ron didn’t say anything about a tree growing in the manor,” muttered Bill irritably. When Ron had informed the Order of the final battle, Bill had been dispatched to this location to search for any clues indicating the presence of more Death Eaters. “Oh well, it’ll have to go. For all I know, something is buried underneath the tree. It wouldn’t surprise me, in any case.”

Bill pulled his wand and muttered a spell, uprooting the tree and cutting it into firewood. He stared in shock as an inhuman scream echoed through the room and blood seeped from the wood. Oh Ron was going to pay for this. Bill wasn’t big on herbology, but even he knew that Sakura trees were not supposed to scream and bleed. He gathered up the bleeding logs and apparated back to the Burrow.

“Ronald Bilius Weasley! You get down here right now!” shouted Bill, placing the logs beside the fireplace. Storming up the stairs, Bill continued to shout for Ron.

Charlie looked in the living room, curious about the shouting, and noticed the fire getting low. Seeing the stack of firewood beside the fireplace, Charlie shoved several logs into the flames. He heard the shouting escalate and decided a shopping tree was the order of the day. He flooed to Diagon Alley, leaving the chaos behind.

“What is the deal with that tree, Ron,” snapped Bill, pushing Ron into the living room. “Trees do not scream and bleed like that, and I know you know what it is.” He saw the diminished stack of firewood and gasped. “What happened to the rest of it? It was just here.”

Ron peered into the fireplace and burst into laughter. “So much for immortality. Bested by a fireplace. Ha ha ha.”

“What are you talking about?” asked Bill irritably.

“Taryn turned You-Know-Who into a tree, and now he’s being used as firewood,” said Ron, giggling almost hysterically. “Justice be done.”

“Who’s Taryn?” asked Bill in confusion, causing Ron to laugh even harder.