Two Lions and a Badger

A/N: Harry fantasizes about Draco (and others) while jerking off in this chapter, but they will never get together. He belongs solely to Cedric and Oliver.

Harry was excited, to say the least. His fifteenth birthday would be upon him soon and he was wondering what he would get from his suitors. In the weeks since Cedric's visit after his shopping trip, he got to see the Hufflepuff several times. Each time he was given a gift from both him and Oliver. The former Gryffindor had also popped in with his boyfriend a couple of times when he was able to get away. When the Dursely's saw the three of them snuggling the first time, they naturally freaked and Oliver hexed them all.

Oliver, like Cedric, absolutely loved the changes Harry had made. When he saw the 'Kitten' tattoo, he immediately leaned in and lapped at it with broad swipes of his tongue, forgetting that they weren't yet lovers. All Harry could do was lay back and moan under the onslaught before Cedric regained his senses enough to box his lover around the ears for his actions. Poor Harry was left harder than a rock and the other two would do nothing to alleviate his problem. As revenge, he jerked off thinking about Draco Malfoy. After all, the blonde was a complete asshole, but he was a gorgeous asshole. He imagined those pretty pink lips wrapped around his shaft as he brought the dark-haired Gryffindor to climax while his suitors watched, helpless to do anything. As his orgasm built to it's peak, he visualized the Slytherin's pert ass up in the air as he slammed into the pureblood prat's tight hole. In his fantasy, Cedric and Oliver watched, unable to look away, and jerking each other off. Harry came in reality at the same time in his fantasy, his hand coated in creamy white, even as his dream-self filled the blonde's freshly fucked hole.

He had been having fantasies more and more frequently this summer. His dreams were mostly filled with not only images of himself with Oliver and Cedric, but Draco Malfoy, Roger Davies, Blaise Zabini, and Bill and Charlie Weasley, sometimes all seven boys at once. He wanked off so many times, it's a wonder his wrists hadn't fallen off.

Now, in three days time, he would be fifteen and he would soon be away from the Dursleys. He couldn't wait. Sure, they had been more lenient, though that was because they were afraid of Cedric and Oliver who, as of-age wizards, could legally do magic. He wanted to see his friends and was currently debating on whether or not to tell them about Cedric and Oliver. He had already decided to let his surrogate family know he was gay, but was still unsure how they'd react to him wanting to date two older guys. At least they were decent enough blokes that they wouldn't be overly concerned about whether or not they'd be good for him. It could have been far worse. Imagine what they'd say if he'd been interested in someone like Draco Malfoy? He could hear them now...

"Harry James Potter! How could you? You know how badly he's treated all three of us since school started!" Hermione would screech.

"Harry! I thought you were my best mate! How could you be interested in the Ferret? He's a right terror, he is," Ron would complain.

...and on and on and on.

As it was, he was expecting 'The Talk' from Arthur, Remus, or Sirius. Possbily all three at once. He shuddered. Although it could be worse. It could be Molly giving him 'The Talk'. That would have been so embarassing. Hopefully, they wouldn't freak on him once they found out about Oliver and Cedric. As it was, it would be humiliating enough without that. He had written to Cedric for advice since he was the more level-headed of the two.

He was sitting on his bed re-reading a book on Animagi that he had picked up at Flourish and Blotts when Cedric's owl, Cainte, came in the window. When he asked about the name, Cedric told him that it was the name of Celtic god whose purview was healing, a perfect name for the medical-minded Hufflepuff. He took the letter from the great horned owl's leg before it perched next to Hedwig. The snowy owl chirruped in greeting and cuddled close to the larger bird. Harry chuckled before opening the missive from his future lover.

Dearest Harry,

Oliver and I have talked about this and we feel that if you want to tell your friends and 'family' about us, then do so. We are not ashamed of our interest in you, though we understand your concern. Should you tell them of our intentions, let us know so that we can write them our assurances that we have only honorable intentions towards you (although Oliver is usually less-than-honorable; it's so hard to keep him in check sometimes).

Harry had to snicker at that. He was also a Quidditch-crazed nutjob too, to be honest. Didn't stop him from being a really good man.

Just remember, if they don't support you, then they were never truly your friends. If not, it will hurt, but someone will be beside you to help you heal. Speak with Charlie Weasley. He's gay. He'll more than likely be on your side. Don't know how he'd feel about you having two future boyfriends, but he's not going to care if you're gay. I'm pretty sure most of the Weasley's won't give a rat's ass about it, but you never know, family opinions and personal opinions don't always mesh. It took my parents over a year to accept me being gay. And don't worry about those idiot relatives of yours. They give you any trouble, send Hedwig to me asap and I'll deal with them. Or, even worse, I could always sic my mum and Mrs. Weasley on 'em. That'd scare even the meanest Death Eater shitless. Anyways, I'm rambling. Take care and Oliver and I'll see you on your birthday. Just remember: Constant Vigilance.

Love,

Cedric.

Harry read it two more times, just as he did with every letter, no matter how short or how long, from his boyfriends. Yes, boyfriends. He knew without a doubt that he would fully accept their courting and they would become a trio. He could even go so far as to imagine a life after Hogwarts with them. He just had to graduate, and get rid of a certain snake-faced nuisance, first.

The dark haired Gryffindor soon pulled himself out of his reverie and got on the floor. He pried up the floorboard that hid his stash of food (he wasn't sure that Dudley's fear of anything magickal would drive him away from anything loaded with sugar) and placed his newest missive with the others. Three more days until he saw either of them again. He hoped he wouldn't drive himself mad with wanting to be near the older boys.

He did wonder what else would be happening. His was quite angry at his 'friends' at the moment as they hadn't contacted him once with anything more than 'We're fine. Nothing's happened...la dee da dee dee'. It would serve them right if he had a better summer than they did. He had plans to finagle a trip to Euro-Disney in France for his birthday from his boyfriends. Hmm...it would be best if he unleased his Slytherin-side to achieve his goal. He was going to make sure he took a lot of pictures just to rub in their faces. It would take some planning, so he sat back to plot his special birthday gift to himself.