Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?

Did He Who Made the Lamb Make Thee?

Disclaimer: Harry Potter, written by J.K. Rowling, does not belong to me, though there are times that I wish it did...like everyday of my life!!! All characters (except Hyacinthe Evans, H.B. Evans, Eros Malfoy, and Micah Johnson) are property of Ms. Rowling, Scholastic Inc., and all other subsidiaries. This is a for-entertainment fanfiction only, and to sue me would be like getting blood from a turnip....I am a college student after all!!!!!!!

This fanfiction takes place pre-HBP, and the events of HBP did not occur.

Summary: During the summer before his sixth-year, Harry meets family that he never knew he had....and finds out some rather interesting things about his true lineage. Draco/Harry, Eros/Micah, Ron/Hermoine, Neville/Ginny...maybe even Eros/Micah/Hibiscus (But I haven‘t really decided)...and miscellaneous other pairings as I see fit to add them.


Once again, I have to give you all mad props. You’re reviews have made this fanfiction so easy to write. Thanks again. Any questions can be e-mailed to me...kellyb63081@aol.com.

This part is from Eros’ and Micah’s POV. However, I will be introducing certain others as well.

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I MADE my song a coat

Covered with embroideries

Out of old mythologies

From heel to throat;

But the fools caught it,

Wore it in the world's eyes

As though they'd wrought it.

Song, let them take it,

For there's more enterprise

In walking naked

W.B. Yeats


Chapter 3: Walking Naked

The plane was late...it usually was when it was coming from as far away as London.

He wished it would finally get here. It had been so long since he’d seen Draco, and though he wished it were under better circumstances, Eros had missed his cousin.

Draco was transferring to Salem for his own protection. Uncle Lucius was dead, having been killed when The-Biggest-Fucking-Prick-In-Wizardom found out that he was keeping “secrets” or something ridiculous. What a fucking moron......

They were Malfoys. They always kept secrets. Everyone knew that.

The private plane that Draco was taking was late, and he and Micah were waiting in the private lounge that was always available to the wealthy. There were a few people waiting here for private planes to arrive, though most of them were business men and other lackeys to the muggle corporate world. As both the youngest and most casually dressed people in the room, they both rather stood out.

Micah was laying with his head in Eros’ lap, dozing peacefully as he listened to his MP3 player. He was stretched out across the couch, his eyes closed as he smiled contentedly. Eros loved watching him when he was like this. Micah was rarely so quiet and still.

That trait they left to H.B.

They’d both been thinking alot about him recently. Hibiscus Evans, their third in Intimacy Magic, had been pretty distant as of late. Here it was, mid-July, and they had yet to start their summer project for that class. It wasn’t like H.B. to wait until the last minute do start and assignment--a trait that the both of them had picked up if only to keep him off their backs about school work. Both he and Micah were already finished with all of their summer homework....

Except for that particular project.

Eros sighed. They may have made a mistake when they had told H.B. of his place in their relationship. In reality, he’d thought that H.B.’s feelings for the two of them stemmed more from the sex--and his lack of experience in said activity--than from anything else. Naturally, you’d become more attached to someone if you’re sharing their bed, especially if they‘re your first. It was a given. They’d chalked it up to an infatuation, deciding to confront him about the strange feelings they’d been having from him.

But when Micah had said, “We like you, H.B., but what we’re doing...it’s just for school. It’s just for fun.”, he hadn’t been prepared for the wave of hurt that H.B. had been unable to hide from them. H.B. was incredible at schooling his features in passivity, as if what Micah had just said hadn’t been of any consequence to him, but the both of them had felt the obvious and staggering distress on H.B.’s part. If it had been an infatuation or a crush, the pain wouldn’t have been that intense; and the two of them had been forced to accept the truth:

Hibiscus Evans, Captain of House Quetzacotl, and this year’s Valedictorian, was in love with them.

“Thinking about H.B. again?”

Eros looked down at Micah, offering an apologetic smile. “We really fucked up.” he said, shrugging a bit.

“Hey, it isn’t our fault, cher.” Micah whispered, sitting up in his seat. “How were we to know he’d fall so hard?”

“Even you admitted we let it go too far.” Eros countered. “We flirted, took him on dates, bought gifts....we played “The Boyfriend Game.” Can you really blame him for taking us seriously?”

It was Micah’s turn to sigh. “No...I guess I can’t.” he said. “What do you want to do about it; because I can’t honestly see anyway to fix this without someone getting hurt.”

“I just....”Eros closed his eyes, at a complete loss. Micah had a point. “I care about him, Micah. Whether it’s the bond or not, I know he’s still hurting over this. If we don’t have some kind of closure, this year is going to be hell.”

Micah shrugged. “Well, we have to contact him in order to do the project, right?” he waited for Eros to nod in response before he continued. “Why don’t we do that when we get back to the penthouse. We’ll set up a dinner, and have a serious heart-to-heart about it. I completely agree that we can’t keep him hanging like this.”

“He’s too good for that.” Eros whispered. “We should never have.....”

“The Quetza’s are the pure of heart. That’s why they’re put into that House.” Micah stated, taking both of Eros’ hands into his own. “Don’t worry, cher. This is fixable.”

Eros was about to respond when he felt something climb onto his shoulder. It was a familiar weight, and from the look on Micah’s face, it was a familiar animal.

“Mon Dieu,” Micah whispered, reaching out for the little animal that was on Eros’ shoulder. The sugar-glider ran up onto his arm, sniffing at his hair before climbing down into Micah‘s inner jacket pocket. It was a warm, familiar place for the little animal, as both Eros and Micah had kept an eye on him before as a favor to his owner.

Eros‘ eyes were wide. “If he’s here, that means....”

A soft, familiar whistle assailed their ears, and the sugar-glider peeked out of the pocket in order to find the source. Micah and Eros turned toward it as well.

Standing in the doorway of the private lounge was Hibiscus Evans, his haunted green eyes searching the room for what they could only assume was the animal. Enya, the sugar-glider, had been a constant companion to H.B. since fifth year, and the young man had trained it to answer first and foremost to his whistles. This particular tone was meant to call Enya back to him--presumably for treats.



H.B. was dressed in a pair of khaki pants and a dark-blue shirt that only accentuated the pallor of his skin and the intensity of his eyes. His auburn hair had grown out a bit, and now he wore it in a loose tail that kept it out of his face. Without the hair to soften his features, his cheekbones were even more prominent, his cheeks even more sunken looking, giving him an almost fey look.

Enya didn’t move from Micah’s pocket, confused as to what he was supposed to do. In the past, H.B. wouldn’t bother to call him, trusting Micah to let H.B. know where he was. H.B. would either leave him where he was or take him from Micah in order to feed him. The poor animal looked at a loss for what to do.

“Gods, he looks like shit.....”Eros whispered, just a little overwhelmed when those dark-green eyes finally met his. He wasn’t at all shocked when he felt the soft wave of first happiness, and then pain flow across their link. He gave H.B. a friendly wave, standing as Micah did.

H.B. slowly made his way to them, not at all shocked when Enya jumped from Micah’s pocket onto his own shirt. The little animal found his perch on H.B.’s shoulder, taking a small treat from him and happily eating it.

“Sorry.” H.B. stated, his eyes not meeting their’s. “He must have smelled you in here and ran ahead to say hello.”

Micah shrugged. “That’s cool.” he said, smiling a little. “How has your summer been?”

“Decent, I guess.” H.B. answered. “I finished my homework, so I’ll have a little free time.”

Eros put an arm over Micah’s shoulders, not missing the small flinch that was barely visible. You had to know H.B. well enough to see it. “When did you want to get together to do the Intimacy Project?”

H.B. took a deep breath before answering, his eyes just a little shadowed. “I’m not free this week. My dad and my cousin are coming from England. Maybe...sometime next week?”

“That will be fine, cher.” Micah said, still all smiled. “Eros has to entertain family this week as well, so we’ll give you a call. You’re cell is still the same?”

“Yeah.” H.B. answered. “Just let me know where to meet you and I’ll be there.”

“We were thinking about dinner first.” Micah said. “We haven’t seen each other since the end of the school year. We could catch up with each other before starting the project.”

H.B. shrugged. “Whatever you want.” he said softly.

“You want to sit with us and wait, man?” Eros offered, gesturing to the couch that the two of them had been sharing.

H.B. shook his head. “No...I’m fine. I’m going to sit closer to the doorway. I haven’t seen my dad in about a month...”

Eros smiled, “Well...if you change your mind....”

H.B.’s eyes were hard. “I won’t.”

Eros and Micah exchanged a look, both of them just a little taken aback. H.B. had never been so short with them. “That’s cool. See you next week.”

H.B. nodded, turning toward the couch he was headed to. Eros suddenly stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. H.B. stiffened just a little.

“Congrats on Valedictorian, dude.” he said, genuinely proud. “No one else deserves it more. With that on your resumé, you can have everything you’ve ever wanted....”

H.B. suddenly looked at Eros, and his eyes, which were usually so guarded, were filled with tears. They searched Eros’ face meaningfully, and Eros felt a strong wave of desire, love, and aching sorrow come across their bond before he looked away. “No, Eros....I can never have everything I want.”

The pain and utter finality in those words was enough to break his heart, and Eros let H.B. walk away, his hand falling limply to his side. He blinked back tears, shocked to see Micah doing the same.

“Gods....” Micah whispered, uncharacteristically sober. “We did that, didn’t we? We’ve completely broken him...”

Eros nodded, though his blue eyes were filled with the storm of determination. “Yeah...we have. But we’re going to fix him.”

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Sorry, guys...about the lack of plot. This is going to be a freaking longstory, I can see it already. Trying really hard to establish where the characters are before I begin with the plot. Don’t worry, we’ll take a hiatus from my trio and go to Draco and Harry in the next chapter....I swear!!!!

Thanks again for all the feedback. It’s really helpful!!!