The Slytherin Prince

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Harry read the letter from Charlie, frowning. He sighed and headed to Severus' rooms. He went in and found the man locked in a heated embrace with Remus.

He coughed and they broke apart, looking over at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. It was obvious from the state of their lips that they had been kissing either roughly and ravenously, or for quite a time.

Harry chuckled. “Sorry to interrupt, I just have a quick question, and then I can go.” He said.

Severus sighed. “Then ask.” He said in irritation.

“Charlie found out he's going to present as a Dracken. Can I send him a few journals to give him an idea what to expect? He gets it from our line, after all.” Harry explained.

Severus frowned. “I suppose so. None of the ones I showed you, those are for direct family only, but the others are fine.” He allowed.

Harry smiled. “Great, thanks! I'll let him know I’ll send him a few over Christmas break.”

“Alright. Was that all?”

“Not quite.” Harry said. “Does Siri know you're here, Remus?” He teased.

Remus chuckled. “Yes. It's my day with Severus. He gets next Friday.”

Harry nodded. “I'll avoid coming that day, then. Have fun!” He said, then left.

Severus shook his head. “He’s never going to stop walking in on me at bad times, is he?”

Remus chuckled. “Oh, I’m sure you've embarrassed him plenty, too.”

Severus smirked. “Well, that’s my job as his parent.”

“And his job as your son is to make you happy, miserable, and grey before your time. How well is he doing that?” Remus teased.

Severus frowned. “Remarkably well, and don’t remind me again.” He muttered.

Remus chuckled. “Now, where were we?”

“Right about here.” Severus replied, pulling him toward him again.

*****

“Are you going to come over to our house for Christmas again?” Harry asked, cuddling into Tom's side.

The man sighed. “Things are going to be different this year, actually. We celebrated Christmas last year for you, because you watched your so-called ‘family’ celebrate it every year and never got to join in. We are doing things properly this year. You will have your first Yule celebration.” He told him.

Harry frowned. “How is it different?” He asked.

Tom smiled. “A few ways. There will be the usual components: gifts, a special dinner, decorations. But the main differences are that there will be a fire in every hearth all through the night of the Solstice, which is the longest night of the year, and that there will be a small ritual performed to honour the God and Goddess. You will be led by Severus at some point to your family’s altar, which is a place only blood relations will ever go. You will leave a small offering to your preferred deities, or perhaps Severus', if you have not chosen your own yet. It is a personal choice, no one can say when you must have chosen by, just know that they will call to you when it is time.” He explained.

“Hm. What are you getting me this year?” Harry asked, grinning.

Tom frowned. “Well, nothing now. Aren't we greedy?” He teased.

Harry cuddled closer. “I’m excited. You know I’m not materialistic, I’m just curious.”

“Want to know if you’re getting me something better than I got you?” Tom asked in amusement.

“I want to know if you deserve what I’m going to give you.” Harry shot back.

Tom's eyes narrowed. “Oh?” He asked.

Harry smiled and shook his head. “You'll see. I promise you’ll like it. I should know, I've tested it out.” He added.

Tom's eyebrow rose. “Okay, now I’m sufficiently confused.” He said.

“As you should be.” Harry said. He stood. “Anyway, it’s late, and I told my bloody roommate I'd be in bed tonight so he could properly watch me tomorrow morning.”

Tom chuckled. “Who have they got you sharing a room with? Draco?” He asked.

Harry scowled. “No. Prat gets to room with Theo. I've got Blaise.” He snapped.

Tom laughed long and hard. “Oh, I pity you! Is it true that he’s got a habit of—"

“Getting up at five AM and singing as he gets ready?! Yes.” Harry snapped. “He's promised—and proven—that he can be extra obnoxious when I sleep elsewhere the night before. As punishment for making his job harder.” Harry groused.

Tom chuckled and stood, wrapping his arms around Harry and kissing him. “Go get some sleep. I will see you tomorrow. Don’t kill Zabini, I want his mother on my side.”

Harry snorted. “Good luck. According to him, she bows to no one.”

Tom hummed. “I have to at least try.” He said lightly.

“Anyway, I’m off to bed. Good night.”

“Sweet dreams, Harrison.”

Harry grinned. “I'll dream of you.” He promised.

“Mm, in that case, naughty dreams.” Tom amended.

Harry’s laugh drifted down the hallway toward him as the teen hurried away.

Tom smiled and closed his door. “And I shall enjoy the same.” He murmured, heading for his own bedroom.

*****

“Do you have to wake up so bloody early?” Harry groused, as Blaise came out of the bathroom, humming.

Blaise turned and shot him a grin. “Yes. I want time to savour my breakfast properly, and you are coming with me, My Prince.” He answered, then began singing in Italian.

Harry sighed and got up. At least Zabini had a good voice. It was rich and melodious, so hearing him sing wasn’t torturous. If Harry hadn’t stayed up most of the night wanking behind his bed curtains, he might have even enjoyed the serenade.

As it was, he had stayed up enjoying his body, so he was not inclined to be cheerful at such an early hour.

He showered, wanking again, and left the bathroom with a towel around his hips.

Blaise glanced his way when he came out, then did a double-take. He whistled. “Wow. Where have you been hiding that body?”

Harry flushed. “Under my clothes.” He answered, grabbing some of the items in question. “And roll your tongue back into your mouth or my consort might remove it. And more.” He warned.

Blaise chuckled. “Right. But you should flaunt that a bit more. You've got plenty to be proud of.”

Harry turned and dropped the towel, and could practically feel Blaise ogling his arse. “Yes, I do. Again, stop staring.” He said, amused.

Blaise sighed. “Can’t help it. Damn, I need to get laid.”

“Don’t look at me.” Harry said. “Totally taken, and firmly attached.”

Blaise smiled. “I’ve actually got my eye on someone. She's cute, but I have no clue if she’s interested.”

Harry snorted, knowing who he meant. “I could put in a good word.” He offered.

“With Lovegood?!” Blaise asked incredulously. “Harry, leader or not, she’s going to totally ignore whatever you say and do her own thing anyway. It’s how she is. I’m sure she already knows and is deciding if she wants to give me a go. I just hope she decides soon.”

Harry snickered. “Yeah, that sounds like Luna.” He agreed.

Blaise smiled. “She’s gorgeous and an enigma. I’m baffled and charmed by her by turns. I'd love for it to go somewhere.” He said.

Harry turned and pinned him with a stare. “Hurt her and I kill you.”

Blaise shook his head. “I’m not that kind of guy. Don’t worry.”

“I’m not. It was a warning, not a plea.” Harry said flatly.

Blaise's eyebrow rose. “Noted. Tad protective, are we?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “Luna, Hermione, the Twins and Neville are practically family to me. They are all under my protection. If they are harmed, I will be out for blood.” He said.

Blaise nodded. “That makes sense. My intentions are more than pure, they are wholesome. I want to court her properly. She will have to advance the physical aspect as she desires, I will never make the first move. I’m perfectly fine not having sex until marriage if she wants.”

Harry hummed. “You've put a lot of thought into this.” He noted.

“I feel strangely drawn to her.”

Harry smiled. “I'll feel her out for you.”

“I’m sure she'll see right through you.” Blaise said.

“Probably, but it can’t hurt.” Harry said lightly.

They headed to breakfast and sat.

Harry noted that the Hall was nearly empty. “Oh, look, only the abnormal people are here already.” Harry snarked.

Blaise snorted. “Don’t sass me.” He said. “And besides, you're here, too.”

“Under duress.” Harry muttered.

“It still counts, though.” Blaise said in amusement.

“Arse.”

“Language, Harrison.” Severus said from behind him, making him jump.

“You’re not supposed to be here yet!” Harry said sharply.

Severus smiled. “I came early. Eat. I will see you in class.” He said.

Harry sighed as he walked away. “I’m being ganged up on.” He muttered.

Blaise laughed.