Chain of Drabbles
Black Heir
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.
Title: Chain of memories? No! Chain of Drabbles!
Pairing for the chapter:Harry/Ron/Hermione
Warnings: Threesome
Prompt: Black Heir
Harry blinked at the goblin in front of him. The being has just told him that, as per Sirius' will, he would be the new Lord of the House of Black. Harry blinked again. He was already Lord Potter, due to his parents, and now... Black too? What the hell?
"Okay...?" Harry half asked, half stated. On his left side Hermione shook her head in exasperation, on his right, Ron rolled his eyes staring at his best friend with fondness. "All right, I accept." He put the ring on, thanked the goblin, and left.
As the trio walked home, they shared a look, then begun laughing, holding onto each other as they collapsed on the side walk. Ron and Harry high-fived, while Hermione snuggled on Harry's other side, and the Harry leaned to his left and kissed Hermione, just a gentle peck on the lips, then turned and kissed Ron, another peck on a different set of lips, and then Ron turned from Harry and kissed Hermione. The three smiled at each other, before Hermione burst into giggles.
"Best prank ever, Harry!" Ron said, patting his lover's back.
"Well... it was what Sirius would've wanted, isn't it? To see the House of Black finished?" Harry smiled, sharing another kiss with his lovers.
"I can't wait to see Malfoy's face when he hears it." Hermione giggled again, kissing Harry's collarbone.
"Well... just so we're clear here," Harry cleared his throat, first looking at Hermione. "Hermione, my love, will you marry me? Will you be Lady Potter?" He did want to add more stuff, but he wasn't sure how naughty Hermione was feeling.
"Oh, of course I will, my Lord," and she burst into giggles again before sealing their promise with a searing kiss.
"Oi!" Ron interrupted with a mock pout when the kiss deepened. "You've better not have forgotten me!"
Harry grinned into the kiss, finally pulling back and letting Hermione pout as he turned to Ron, "Ronald, my life -"
"Aww, Harry!" Ron simpered, batting his eyelashes.
"Shut up, you prat!" Hermione muttered, slapping the back of Ron's head.
Harry just rolled his eyes and continued, "will you marry me? Share he name of Lord Black with me?"
"Of course, darling." And Ron kissed him, his fingers entwined with Hermione's.
Afterall, the Will never said that Harry had to marry another girl to continue the Black line.