Union of Three

Union of Three

Chapter 7

Severus glared at the space Lucius and Draco had been, cursing Harry’s name under his breath. The little brat just had to go and get kidnapped, leaving him to deal with Granger and Weasley. ‘That brat somehow manages to ruin everything,” thought Severus resentfully. The door opened slowly, drawing his attention, and Hermione and Ron stood framed in the doorway.

“What’s going on?” asked Hermione worriedly. “We heard Draco shouting. Did something happen to Harry?”

“Potter has once again found himself in trouble,” said Severus snidely. “Unfortunately, Lucius and Draco went to rescue him. We will be leaving shortly to search Grimmauld Place for the locket. I imagine, especially with my luck, it will be an all day event, so bring whatever you need to keep from bothering me. Be ready to leave in ten minutes.” He stalked out of the library, leaving Ron gaping at his retreating back.

“We have to spend all day with that greasy git? How could Harry do this to me?” whined Ron, staring at Hermione with the most pitiful expression he could muster.

“Look on the bright side, Ron. The sooner we find the locket, the sooner Harry can defeat Voldemort, and the sooner you don’t have to see Snape ever again,” said Hermione reasonably. “Besides, it’s the least we can do for Harry. He’s already done so much for us.” She headed towards the door, pausing when she realised that Ron hadn’t followed her. “Are you coming? Snape said we’re leaving in ten minutes.”

“Fine,” muttered Ron, glumly following his girlfriend. “The things I do for my best friend. I hope he appreciates it. Not many people would endure an entire day of torture for the sake of their friend, but nice guy that I am, I am prepared to suffer for the cause.”

“You are a true and loyal friend,” said Hermione humorously.

They found Severus already standing in front of the fireplace, waiting impatiently for them to arrive. Without a word to the duo, Severus stepped into the flames and flooed to Grimmauld Place. Hermione and Ron quickly followed suit, stumbling into the living room.

“I will search this floor,” sneered Severus. “Miss Granger, you search the second floor. Mr. Weasley, you search the basement. If nothing turns up, we’ll all search the attic.”

“Yes, sir,” said Hermione and Ron. They were all quickly engrossed in their surroundings as they searched for the locket. They searched for hours, breaking only long enough to eat quickly, before resuming their search.

Severus had already searched the living room, kitchen, and study. Turning up nothing there, he finally moved to the library. As he searched the library, guests arrived in the living room unannounced.

Remus stepped from the fireplace, stumbling a bit from weariness. He headed towards the kitchen to make him so tea. Walking past the library, Remus paused and sniffed the air. He knew that scent. Peering around the library door, Remus silently gasped when he saw Severus Snape. He pulled out his wand and cast a stupefy hex.

Severus, hearing the door squeak slightly, knew that someone was standing directly outside. Acting oblivious to the other\'s presence, he listened intently to his surroundings. He barely heard the whispered hex, but it was enough to give him a chance to dodge the oncoming spell. Raising his wand quickly, he managed to stun the werewolf before binding him on the floor.

Hermione, hearing the commotion downstairs, hurried to investigate. She gasped when she saw Remus lying bound on the floor. “Professor Snape, what happened?” she asked worriedly.

“The werewolf came home unexpectedly and found me in the library,” said Severus quietly. “He thought he could sneak up on me and stun me, but I stunned him first.”

Hermione cast ‘enervate’ on the werewolf and waited patiently for him to realise she was there. It took a while because Remus started growling when he saw Severus again and she had to clear her throat noisily twice before he focused his attention on her.

“Hermione?” he asked disbelievingly. Looking from her to Snape and back again, he growled once again. “How could you Hermione? Harry trusted you, and you betrayed him.”

“I hate to disillusion you, Lupin, but Harry knows we’re here,” drawled Severus snidely.

“That’s a lie,” protested Remus. “Harry would never let you near him after what you did to Dumbledore.”

“Oh, but he did,” said Severus. “And I’m not the only one he welcomed into the fold. He also opened his arms to Draco and Lucius Malfoy. Well, arms and legs.”

As Remus growled and twisted in his restraints, desperately trying to free himself so that he could rip Severus’ tongue out, Hermione slapped Severus across the face. “That is enough, Severus Snape. Harry has been nothing but civil to you since you arrived on his doorstep, and you have been nothing but a sarcastic, self-righteous prick. I am tired of your condescending attitude towards him, and it stops now.”

Remus and Severus were staring at Hermione in total shock. Then Severus got angry. “How dare you lay a hand on me, you little wretch,” he snarled, stalking towards her menacingly.

“I dare just fine, you miserable old man,” countered Hermione fearlessly. “For someone who is placing their life in Harry’s hands, you certainly don’t seem keen to make him want to save you. You are letting your misguided prejudices dictate you attitude, and that’s just plain stupid. You need to grow up and act like the adult you proclaim to be.”

Severus growled at her again, and then turned away. “I’m going to the attic. You deal with the werewolf.”

Hermione released Remus as soon as Severus was out of sight and helped him off the floor. “Is Harry really involved with the Malfoys?” asked Remus quietly.

“Let me explain what’s going on, okay?” said Hermione. Remus just nodded wearily. She went on to explain about the letter received on his birthday, detailing his true lineage and inheritance, the Slytherins’ arrival, Harry’s mating and subsequent kidnapping, and their reason for being at Grimmauld Place.

“I missed all that?” asked Remus incredulously. “I was only gone for two weeks.”

“But this is Harry we’re talking about,” said Hermione reasonably. “Two weeks can seem like a lifetime when he’s involved.”

“You’re definitely right about that,” said Remus resignedly. “I still can’t believe you slapped Severus Snape, and the fact that he didn’t retaliate is even more unbelievable.”

“Yes, well, he knows he’s wrong,” said Hermione confidently. “How about I make you some tea?”

“I would appreciate it greatly,” said Remus gratefully.

*****

Dougal led Harry, Lucius, and Draco to a bedroom on the third floor. “You can stay here,” he said, pushing the door open to reveal a huge bedroom with nothing but a huge bed, a closet, and a connecting bathroom. “I’ll go and find you some clothes. Walk with me, Lucius? We have so much to catch up on. Like how you managed to catch such a beautiful specimen as the kitten for your mate.”

Harry growled at Dougal’s insistence on calling him kitten. Slamming the door shut, he smirked at the yelp he heard as the door connected with Dougal’s backside. “Irritating bastard,” he muttered irritably, crossing to the bathroom. “If he calls me kitten one more time, I’m going to rip out his tongue. Then let’s hear him say it again.”

Draco, of course, just hid a grin at his adorable kitten’s threats, following the brunette into the bathroom without Harry noticing. Harry had already turned the water on and stripped out of his robe when Draco entered the room. Ignoring Draco completely, Harry simply stepped into the shower and stood under the relaxing fall of hot water.

Draco hurriedly stripped his own clothes off and climbed into the shower behind Harry. Grabbing the bottle of shampoo, he pulled Harry out from under the water and washed Harry’s hair, scrubbing his kitten’s scalp and making him purr. Once Harry’s hair was completely rinsed, Draco lathered up a flannel and washed the brunette from chin to toes.

Harry returned the favour, working quickly and efficiently. As Draco rinsed off the soap, Harry climbed out of the shower and donned his robe again. He noticed a pair of pajamas on the bed when he entered the bedroom with a note on top.

‘Kitten,
Tynan donated these pajamas because he’s the only one even close to your build. They’ll be big, of course, because he is a bit bigger than you, but it’s only by a small margin. Everyone else is well over six feet and weighs significantly more than you. Enjoy your time alone with your mate while I talk to Lucius. We’ll talk more later.
Dougal’

“He really is an irritating bastard,” said Harry softly, tossing the letter down on top of the pajamas. “I’ll just stick with the robe if this is all I can get. I refuse to wear anything that blonde bimbo donates.”

“I take it you’ve met this Tynan?” asked Draco, smiling slightly at Harry’s indignation.

“Yes, he’s the one who cut my cheek before you got here,” said Harry, deliberately inciting Draco’s wrath at the blonde.

“I’ll kill him,” said Draco angrily, tracing the cut on Harry’s cheek with a gentle finger. “It seems to be healing quickly, at any rate. I guess that vampire blood is good for something, right?”

“I guess,” said Harry softly. He started to ask Draco about Malise, but Draco took advantage of those parted lips and thrust his tongue hungrily inside, kissing the brunette passionately.

Draco quickly untied Harry’s robe, pushing it off his kitten’s shoulders to drift silently to the floor, and swept his hand across Harry’s chest. He circled the brunette’s right nipple, scraping the tip lightly with his fingernail, and moaned when Harry bucked against him. Pushing Harry onto the bed, he crawled over the brunette’s sprawled body, licking a path up Harry’s stomach. Stopping at Harry’s nipples, Draco licked and nibbled the hard little nubs until Harry was crying out and writhing frantically.

“Draco, please,” cried Harry, pulling on Draco’s hair desperately.

Draco finally obeyed the command and continued his path up Harry’s neck. Finally reaching Harry’s parted, gasping lips, Draco pulled the pleading brunette into an all-consuming, spine-tingling kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around Draco’s neck and returned the kiss fervently, parting his legs and wrapping them around the blonde’s waist to bring his body closer.

Draco broke the kiss long enough to gasp out a lubrication spell before diving back down and capturing those tempting lips. He pressed a slick finger to Harry’s opening, circling the rosette lightly and making Harry arch upwards, and pressed the finger slowly inside. Thrusting the finger in and out several times, he then added a second finger. He scissored the two fingers, stretching the tiny hole to accommodate something larger, before adding a third.

By this time, Harry was thrusting hungrily back onto those thrusting fingers, crying out as they brushed his prostate. He whimpered in loss as Draco slowly withdrew those pleasure-giving fingers. Draco quickly positioned his cock at Harry’s entrance, and thrust slowly inside, stopping only when he was buried to the root. Keeping Harry distracted with deep, drugging kisses, Draco waited until Harry signaled that he was ready with a wiggle of his hips.

Draco pulled out slowly until only the tip remained and pressed back in just as slowly, clinging desperately for his control. The slow pace was driving Harry insane. Every thrust inside brushed past his sweet spot with exquisite precision, drawing out the pleasure immeasurably, but it wasn’t enough. Harry wanted Draco’s cock pounding into him, ramming his prostate and forcing those stars to blind him with the pleasure.

“Draco, faster,” moaned Harry. Licking the shell of Draco’s ear, he whispered seductively, “Fuck me, Draco. Pound that delicious cock into my eager arse. Make me scream from the pleasure.”

Draco shuddered at the enticing words flowing into his ear. Losing the battle of control, Draco pulled out of Harry’s clinging passage and flipped the brunette onto his stomach. Pulling Harry onto his knees, Draco slammed back into that eager hole, eliciting a scream from Harry as his cock rammed into the elf’s sweet spot. He thrust into Harry’s writhing body furiously, reveling in the moans, screams, and whimpers Harry gave with each driving lunge. Feeling his climax drawing close, Draco moved his hand from Harry’s hip down to grasp the brunette’s cock, fisting the shaft firmly in time to his rapid-fire thrusts. After only three more thrusts, Harry screamed Draco’s name and came so hard he blacked out. As Harry’s passage rippled and clenched around his pistoning dick, Draco slammed into Harry twice more before coming with a resounding roar, spilling his seed into his mate’s welcoming body.

Draco pulled out of Harry’s unconscious body and collapsed weakly beside his mate, pulling him into his arms securely. Finally feeling complete, Draco smiled contentedly and followed his mate into sleep.

*****

“So, Lucius, how did you manage to snag the delectable kitten?” asked Dougal as they sat in the study.

“The same way you managed to catch Ilyanna. He’s my mate, and despite our troubling past, the bond pulls us together,” said Lucius quietly, sipping his scotch slowly. “When exactly did you become clan leader, Dougal?”

“Three years after Ilyanna died,” said Dougal softly. “I almost followed her into death, but my father, who was clan leader at the time, pretty much kicked my arse into shape. He stayed on my back constantly until I was where he wanted me to be, and then he died, leaving me to lead the clan.”

“Merlin, it’s been years since we last spoke,” said Lucius. “I was still in school when you mated my sister.”

“So what have you done over the years, Lucius?” asked Dougal. “Besides the kitten, of course.”

“Well, I was married until recently,” said Lucius with a hint of sadness creeping into his voice. “She wasn’t my mate, of course, but she was my friend. The Dark Lord forced me to watch while she was raped and murdered. I wasn’t even able to bring back her body because he incinerated it.”

“If she wasn’t your mate, how did you manage to sire Draco?” asked Dougal curiously, changing the subject because it reminded him too well of his own wife’s death.

“The same potion the Dark Lord used on Harry’s mother,” said Lucius, taking a big drink of his scotch. “You’ll notice he’s the only child I have.”

“Of course, that could all change now since you found your true mate,” said Dougal.

“Not right now, it can’t,” said Lucius quickly. “We’re in the middle of a war, and Harry has to fight. He can’t afford to get pregnant right now.”

“Then I suggest you use contraceptive charms on a regular basis because the kitten smelled pretty damn fertile earlier,” said Dougal bluntly.

“Draco!” Lucius exclaimed, jumping to his feet and hurrying towards the door. A strong surge of magic suddenly hit them, sending tingling sparks through their body.

“That was just as strong as the last one,” said Dougal huskily, shuddering with the aftershocks of the magical surge. “It seems you’re too late to warn them about using contraceptives, Lucius.”

“You felt this when Harry and I completed the bond?” asked Lucius, ignoring Dougal’s obvious understatement.

“Yep,” said Dougal cheerfully. “Impressive, isn’t it? The little kitten is very powerful, and his children will be equally powerful.”

“I can’t wait until the war is over so that I can find out,” said Lucius, ignoring the nagging voice telling him that he might not have to wait that long. He truly hoped that Dougal was mistaken about Harry’s fertility. Now was not the time to be bringing a child into the world.