Triumvirate

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And she would change everything, everything just ask her.

Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,



And she would change everything for happy ever after.

Caught in the in between of beautiful disaster,



But she just needs someone to take her home



Beautiful Disaster - Jon Mclaughlin

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Hermione tried hard not to think about Ron’s words. Tried hard not to think at all really. Draco and Harry ceased pushing her about the issue and she seemed to calm down.



Her solace came in her time with them. Being together with them.



For nearly a month life was somewhat normal for them. They took their Order duties seriously and in her spare time Hermione scoured the libraries and portraits for any information on how to break Draco’s curse.



She refused to believe that they would be unsuccessful, however at night, the dreams came. Of Draco, pearly scales gleaming, blue eyes sad and tired. He would stare at her for a long moment before leaping into the air.



The dream ended the same each time. They always found him, later. Large body draped bleeding over rocks. As though he had just grown too tired to go on.



She woke sobbing from those dreams and though Draco asked time and again what they were. She couldn’t tell him. Just couldn’t.



Maddy worked just as hard to help. The intrepid little house elf had ventured out into the wide unknown, conferring with other magical creatures in hopes of finding something…anything to help her beloved master.



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Hermione laid her head down on her desk, fighting tears and exhaustion. The door opened and Harry stood there staring at her.



She didn’t even bother to lift her head. “Lord Potter.”



Harry closed the door and crossed the room to kneel beside her chair. His hands lifted her hair from her face. “Mione?” he asked, concern ringing in his voice, “Merlin! Are you ill?”



She shook her head and then without warning sat upright and threw herself against Harry, her head snuggling under his chin and she burst into tears.



Harry rubbed her back, holding her close, “Tell me”



“What if I can’t do it?” she gasped finally voicing her fears.



“Do what?” he asked. His green eyes roving over the scattered parchments and books on her desk, “Draco?”



She nodded, “This curse is so different. So tangled. What if I can’t undo it?”



He lifted her head to his own and met her eyes, “You are not going to undo it. WE are.”



“But what if there isn’t a way?” she demanded, “Harry, oh gods we could lose him!”



Harry shushed her, “We won’t” he assured her with more confidence than he felt.



She shook her head against him, “Sometimes… I feel like..time is running out. For him, for us.”



Harry kissed her hair, “You are taking a few days off. Talk to Narcissa and Severus. They might be able to calm your fears.”



“But Harry..”



“Mione I am a dark lord for Merlin’s sake” he said finally, “I think I have more than a few tricks left in my bag.”



“I hope so Harry” she whispered, “I really do.”

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Harry sent her home early. Perhaps spending time with Draco alone would help settle her.



Truth be told Harry was just as worried but he knew that to show that would devastate Hermione.



She often woke sweating and sobbing. Draco believed it was trauma from previous battles but Harry had crept inside of her mind and seen for himself. She was terrified for Draco.



On the one hand this was a good thing. The Triumvirate needed that care, on the other he wondered if perhaps he had let her run wild for too long. Had Draco come to mean more than he did?



Harry shoved those thoughts away. They would only lead to more strife and that was the last thing he wanted or needed. He had two lovers. Both beautiful, brave and loyal to him.



Both who loved him, he was certain. And he loved them. There was no issue. There could be no issue. With all the backbiting in the world around them, Hermione and Draco were his only true refuge.



He would not lose them to dark thoughts, not when the darkness within him threatened all three.



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“Lord Potter” came the soft voice of Luna and Harry looked up from his work.



“Hello Luna” he said, “I’ve told you to call me Harry.”



She smiled, “Oh I know my lord. But there are ears everywhere and its best in these uncertain times to hold the reigns firmly.”



His brow furrowed for a moment before he nodded. Luna was lovely and kind and frighteningly intuitive and other times she as just mental.



“What can I do for you?” he asked.



She stepped forward and his office was filled the lightest scent of pansies and cotton candy. Luna’s own blend. “Neville and I were cleaning out his family library recently.”



Harry nodded, since Neville’s grandmother’s passing, they were doing much in her home.



She leaned over and whispered, “There are an unusual number of books ona certain subject.”



He lifted one dark brow, “Not to be rude but can you be a little more plain Luna?”



She smiled brightly, “Of course I can. Neville and I wish to invite you to see our hidden assets unearthed in the library.”



He blinked. All this for an invitation to visit?



“Sure Luna” he said gently, “When I have some time fee we’d be happy to come.”



She clapped her hands softly, “Wonderful. I am sure that you will enjoy your time there.”



She turned and left his office, pausing at the door, “Especially if you are interested in the Draconis Majorus.”



He blinked again.



“Dragons Lord Potter.”



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“So then she says, Dragons Lord Potter as though I am a complete idiot” Harry groused to Draco later that day.



Draco chuckled over his story, “Well did you know right off?” he asked.



Harry blushed, “No, not really but it would have come to me. Honestly, who uses the formal term anymore?”



Draco sipped his fire whiskey and leaned back in the leather chair in Harry’s office. “Care to tell me why you send Hermione home?”



Harry’s verdant eyes widened, “You mind?”



“Not at all, but something is troubling both of you and you haven’t seen fit to tell me. Which leads me to believe it’s about me.”



Damn intuitive man.



Harry sighed, suddenly feeling like a cornered animal. They hadn’t been doing anything wrong damn! Why did he feel guilty?



“She’s afraid” he admitted finally.



“Afraid?” Draco’s pale brows rose in question, “What? Of me? That’s bullshit.”



Harry shook his head before the man could get any angrier, “FOR you.”



Draco slumped back in his seat, “The curse.”



Harry nodded again, “Yeah.”



“And you?”



Harry tried to be brave, “I’m a dark lord. What is there that’s beyond my power?”



Draco leaned closer, his hand covering Harry’s. “Many many things. This too. And none your fault.”



Harry raised his eyes, “We can’t lose you Draco. We can’t”



Draco rose from his seat and moved to stand before Harry, pulling him up and taking his place in the seat. “As long as there is humanity in me, you won’t” he promised fervently.



Harry suddenly sprang into his lap, tearing at his pretty golden locks, his mouth crashing onto Draco’s in a raging fit of need.



Draco clasped Harry to him, meeting his kiss with equal hunger. His uncertain future scared the hell out of him and for as long as he could he would lose himself in Harry and Hermione. In the love they so freely gave.



He would love them with all he had.



His tongue tangled with Harry’s, his hands sliding into the shorter dark hair and he devoured him in teasing nips and lusciously slow strokes.



“Want you” Harry breathed against his mouth.



Draco pulled back, “Mione?”



“We will bring her in. She was very turned on by our kiss that night.”



Draco grunted against his mouth. “Good plan, however before that…”



His hand slid into Harry’s trousers, stroking him firmly. Harry let his eyes slide shut on a moan, “Before that?” he panted.



Draco stood and all but slammed Harry down on the desk, “I want a bit of you for myself first. Can’t show Hermione how rough you like to play can we Lord Potter?”



Harry barely managed to ward his office door, before Draco had his pants pulled off his body. Draco bit along Harry’s stomach and lapped at his weeping sex. The musky scent and salten flavor all to familiar.



Harry’s head thrashed as Draco suckled him hard. “Merlin! Ah gods but you are good”



Draco smirked, and stepped back. “Give me your pretty mouth” he purred.



Harry rose to kneel before his Slytherin assassin and pulled him deeply into his mouth. His dark head bobbing over the dark golden patch of hair that crowned the heat of Draco.



It had been so long. Too long.



It wasn’t something they like to do often. Both preferring women, but there were times when need made you rough like stone, edged like a blade and a woman’s softness was no match for that.



Draco fisted his hand in Harry’s hair with a force he would never use on Hermione and shoved the dark lord all the way onto him. Harry’s throat opened and he groaned against Draco’s forceful nature.



Draco held Harry’s face between his large hands, thrusting against that wet, welcoming mouth.



“Hard to be a dark lord isn’t it?” Draco hissed at him. “Being in charge all the time, calling every… fucking… shot. Better to have someone take that power from you once in while isn’t it?”



Harry agreed fully, sucking greedily, reveling in the helplessness that Draco allowed him to feel at this moment.



He was not in control, he was not giving orders. He was not responsible for hundreds of lives. He was just a man.



Draco pulled Harry off of him, “Get to the table” he rasped.



Harry bent himself over the table, gripping the far edge in a white knuckle grip. It had been years for him. This was likely to hurt.



Draco muttered behind him and Harry felt the silky, warm slide of lubricant fill him. Then two long fingers were pressing up inside of him, curling to press against that hidden node.



He cried out sharply at the long forgotten sensation and jerked his hips back against that wonderfully marauding hand.



Draco slapped his cheek hard, then rubbed the red handprint gracing the dark lord’s backside, “Like a little bitch you are” he purred, “How many men have had you since school?”



Harry groaned as those fingers twisted, pressed deeper.



“Answer!”



“N..nn.none. Gods none!”



Draco was quite pleased by the submission it was offered. The scent of arousal lingered here. He nipped at Harry‘s ear. The dark lord shivered slightly in response. He trusted the blonde implicitly. No matter how forceful he became.



Draco let his tongue trace the curve of Harry’s cheek. Harry groaned as his own hardness pressed into the side of the desk. The unforgiving wood offering no solace to him.



His robes were tossed over his head and he felt hot kisses run the length of his back.



Large hands fell to his cheeks and pulled them apart. He heard a soft growl an instant before Draco buried his face between them. Harry jumped at the initial touch, not expecting the soft slide of Draco’s tongue against the tight pucker.



Draco rumbled against his lover, the need to test and taste clouding the man’s mind. His mouth ravaging the hidden core of the submissive male. It took no time at all for Harry to shiver and moan at the strangely wonderful feelings.



He felt the damp tip of the devilish tongue circle him, and then the slight pressure at the tongue sought more. He gasped as the tongue slithered past the tight ring of muscles. He panted as long, elegant fingers slid along the crease to cup his soft sacs.



More teasing and circling, and Harry thought he might lose his mind. That hand slipped between his thighs to grasp the hard length of him. Shifting him away from the edge enough to stimulate him. With deliberate motions Draco worked his hand over the shaft of Harry’s sex. His pride wanting to see, and smell and taste the result of his lord’s satisfaction.





Face buried in his backside, hand fisted around his shaft, Harry felt release rush over him in blinding waves. He made small choking sounds at the intensity of his release and then that confident hand gently squeezed the tip.



Draco growled and straightened as hot essence coated his large palm. Harry lay across the desk panting and gasping for breath. The pale wizard lifted his fingers to his face and inhaled the scent of passion, before lightly licking at his fingers.



The remaining slickness, he coated himself with. With Harry watching from the corner of his eye. Harry began to straighten, thinking to return the favor but the Draco snarled some unintelligible sound and pinned him down.



Strong hands pressed Harry’s palms to the table. Slowly Draco pressed forward, his sex teasing the crevice of Harry’s bottom. Angling his hips just so, the head slipped between those pert cheeks and he slowly rubbed himself against the ridges of the pucker. The darker male moaned softly at the sensation.



Harry inhaled harshly when Draco began to penetrate him. It was not painful, not anymore than he recalled for Draco was quite large.



The hot chest of his lover slid over his back and the other male draped himself over the prone form. Harry felt Draco nuzzle in his neck and shoulder as he pushed deeper.



"Mine" the man growled as he seated himself.



Harry shook with renewed desire, "Yes Draco" he panted, "Yours".



Draco was most pleased to hear that and pulled from him, nearly all the way to the tip, all the while keeping his body draped over the other. “You and Hermione will always be mine.”



Then he growled with delight at the hot muscles clamping tightly around his length, the passage inside eased with the juices of Harry’s release. The way the smaller man lifted himself and arched back against the intruding length making Draco pant harshly.



Then he slammed back in. He thrust so hard that Harry swore he saw stars. Draco's movements were slick from Harry's release and every hard thrust lifted him onto his toes and made him moan loudly. Every thrust lodging Draco’s tip firmly against the spongy tissue within the cavern of Harry's body. The smaller male moaned and whimpered as his lover grunted and growled above him.



Harry's body was firmly caged by Draco. Draco supporting his weight, his fingers entwined with the panting, mewling male below him. Harry felt safe and whole, being taken so hotly, the power of the form above him, oddly comforting.



The scent of release heavy in Draco’s nostrils, the sounds of his lover making him thrust harder and faster. He could feel the needful instinct take over him fully.



Harry felt reality fall away and he shot outwards among the stars, feeling his body tighten painfully and then the warmth of his own seed against his thighs. His voice reaching up and outward as he called Draco's name. Draco felt him release a second time and buried his face against the nape of Harry's neck.



Growling as his own orgasm rocketed through him, Draco latched onto the back of Harry's neck. His hips plunging forward almost frantically now.



Then he felt the seed move through him, that fertile seed that sought to bring life into the world. Harry cried out feeling his lover jerk within him. With a harsh growl Draco poured that seed into the barren field of Harry's body.



Draco sucked in a deep breath long minutes later. He was acutely aware of his surroundings, or better yet what was surrounding a specific part of his body. Gods, he hoped he hadn't hurt him.



Harry did not appear to be harmed, not physically. He'd tried to rein in the blinding passion but the desire had been too long denied and it had broken free, leaving him lost in a red haze.



He peered at their hands still locked together on the table, his nails were black claws imbedded in the wood. Harry's pulse was still rapid against his lips and he licked lightly over the vein, before lapping at his mark. His companion would recover soon.



Harry slowly returned to himself. His whole body was heavy and lethargic, his fingertips and toes tingling with the last fading pulses of his pleasure. Draco still pressed over him. He shifted and Draco growled softly, "Gods but you are good" he panted.



Harry blinked, good? "Good?" he asked, “You are fucking incredible you know that?”



Draco's slight chuckle against his ear made him frown, "I am Malfoy you know, we have to do everything well".



Harry took a breath, "How long has it been?" he asked.



Draco grimaced as he shifted slightly, "Too long" he replied, "Harry did I harm you?". He hated himself for asking, hated himself for not being able to stop.



Harry managed to work a thumb free and caressed his knuckle, "You didn't. You were…forceful.. But you didn't hurt me" he assured the other.



Draco let out a small sigh of relief, feeling his soft length sliding from within his lover's body. "I am sorry" he said as he slowly pulled free from Harry.



Both men groaning from the slick slide of flesh. Harry bit his lip, "Why are you sorry?" he asked, "I said you didn't hurt me".



Draco looked down at the muscled back before him, "I am sorry that I waited so long and then took you so hard. This wasn‘t our intention was it? We were to be her lovers. Not each others" he whispered.



Harry looked over his shoulder at the slytherin prince, "You think she will be angry?” he asked, "I think you don‘t give her enough credit. She knows we‘ve been this way before. It isn‘t like we are going to be running around doing it behind her back".



Draco shook his head, "I rather feel like we did and my hands? Did you see them? I am dangerous to you both like this" he replied.



Harry frowned, "Don't you think that you should ask my opinion on the matter?" he snapped.



Draco raised an eyebrow at the usually quiet man. Harry looked quite irritated at the moment. "Don't you understand the danger I am during this time?" Draco asked him.



Harry straightened and looked at himself and then at Draco, "I see no danger. All I see is a need to work harder on a counter curse for you. As for the rest… When we get home we will talk to Mione. Bring things into the open.”



Draco took a deep breath, "That is the way it goes, yes" he answered.



Harry smiled, "Good. Now I’ve got to clean up. You headed back to the manor then?”



Draco nodded, “I‘ll clean up before I go. Was thinking of one on one time with Mione but maybe we should have two on one instead?”.



Harry stared up at his troubled lover, "I trust you Draco, always. So does she" he said softly, "You can go home and be with her. You don’t need to wait for me. Merlin knows I am not always going to wait for you!”



Draco straightened his clothing. His desires sated for the time being. "Fine" he murmured, "I shall see you later then". His wry lopsided grin back in place.



Harry nodded his agreement and let his robes fall into place once more. A bath was an excellent idea, as his thighs and backside were sticky with love play and the cotton of his briefs was clinging in conspicuous places. Thank the gods he‘d soundproofed the office.



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Draco left the office and headed right to the main floos. He called out for his ancestral home and the green flames swirled around hi. Being with Harry had been wonderful, being with Hermione was wonderful.



Why then, did he have such a bad feeling?



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Blonde ringlets danced around a face that might have been lovely if not the malicious gleam in the woman’s eyes.



Ron swallowed as he listened to her, “Thank you so much” she gushed, “The wizarding world needs to rally behind Lord Potter in this dark time. Clearly he is being bewitched. They both have! You’ve done a great service Ron.”



Ron felt queasy now that all was said and done. But sharing information wasn’t a bad thing. Right?



The woman held her hand out, “That file you wanted to know about. Mm Auror training is paying off, you have a good nose for a story. See you love”.



Ron watched her mince away from him, “See you Ms Skeeter.



His blue eyes were troubled as he looked down at the folder in his hand. The name on the file was Pansy Parkinson.



This was to save Harry and Hermione from Draco’s evil clutches he reminded himself. There was no other reason he would allow Rita Skeeter to tap their offices as she had.



He turned and scanned the halls, it was nearly midnight. Very few people were about at this hour. His secret was safe. He just had to hold it together, be strong for his best mate and his girl.



He could do that. He would do that.



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Hermione had been more than understanding about Harry and Draco’s little interlude. In fact she was quite curious about the whole thing. Claiming it was very hot to her.



This put Draco’s mind at ease and he became more like himself.



Weeks passed and they knew that Voldemort would act soon. He had been raging since they had slain Bellatrix Lestrange. Apparently she had often acted as his toy and he was missing that.

Hermione headed towards Ron’s office. Not really wanting to go but she had a report for his team.



She knocked lightly and he called her inside, looking up in some surprise.



“Hermione” he said leaning back in his chair.



“Ron” she returned holding out the parchment, “I have some reports for your team. There are some new tactics being used by the death eaters. Odd ones at that. Please be careful.”



He took the reports and nodded, “Thanks.”



She turned to go but his next words stopped her, “Ned said he saw you kissing Harry the other day. Says you two are together.”



She stiffened. No point in lying. “And?”



“Does he know you are snogging Malfoy too? Because I don’t think I would like my girl getting all close to someone else. Get me?”



“That’s not your concern” she bit out and headed into the hallway. Coming here had been a mistake. She should have sent someone else.



Ron was right behind her, “Know what I think?” he spat.



She ignored him, increasing her pace.



“ I think you are fucking him.”



She halted at once and spun to face him, “What are you babbling about?”



Ron lifted his finger to jab the air before her face, “You are aren’t you Mione? Fucking Harry and fucking Malfoy behind his back. That’s not right and you know it. What? One cock isn’t enough, have to have two. You’re probably shagging half your lackeys too no doubt.”



She slapped his face hard, shocked when he spat such filth at her. “You don’t know what you are talking about!” she shouted at him.



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Harry had heard the shouting and hurried towards the sound. His anger flared at Ron’s words and he rounded the corner in time to see the vicious slap Hermione gave.



Draco skidded in from the other hall. His silver eyes narrowed on the scene, but the two combatants had not noticed them yet.



“I’m gonna tell him Mione” Ron threatened, “Tell him how you were snogging Malfoy, that dirty fucking snake in the hall. Tell him that you are a whore. Fuck anything you will. Harry, me, Malfoy, who else? Who else!?”



“Tell me Ron” Harry said icily, “Tell me everything.”



Ron blinked up at Harry. He bit his lip, eyes straying back to Mione. Then to Malfoy. “She kissed him Harry, I saw it.”



“I know”



“You are together.”



“I know. Look what’s your point?”



Ron looked like a fish out of water. “You don’t care?”



“Not really, no. We like it this way.”



“Like it!? This isn’t like either one of you, it’s his fault!” Ron shouted.



Harry glared at his best mate, “Draco, take Mione home will you? I’ll be there soon.”



Hermione started to protest when Draco put his arm around her, “Harry ..wait..”



He didn’t look at her when she spoke, “No Mione. Looks like we are out of time. It will be fine.”