Flight of the Phoenix

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, and various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books, and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No copywrite or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter Eight:

“This is utter bullocks!” Dudley growls out before throwing the raven quill across the room. Harry just sighs before picking the quill up, passing it back to Dudley. When Dudley lets out another growl of frustration, once more throwing the quill, this time instead of picking it back up, Harry walks behind Dudley’s seated form.

“Throwing quills isn’t going to help you, Dudley.”

“I’m tired. Besides, none of this stuff makes any sense.”

Harry chuckles a bit at Dudley’s petulant tone, but when Dudley turns his head to give Harry an evil glare Harry throws up his hands in surrender. “Look, Dudley, I know right now everything is confusing, but it’ll get better. You have to just think about it as magic, or fact or something. If you think about science none of it makes any sense, but that’s just it, it’s not science. Magic can’t be described in muggle terms so you just have to forget everything you learned in school.”

“I’m sure all this theory stuff would be much easier if I could get a wand!”

“Yes, but you still have to understand this stuff unless you’ll have to be put in first year.” Harry can’t help the peals of laughter at the thought of Dudley’s bulky form surrounded by a room full of first years. Dudley doesn’t think the image is funny at all and lets Harry know by his next statement.

“Not everyone would look so much at home, surrounded by eleven year olds. You on the other hand would fit right in.”

Harry gives Dudley’s shoulder a punch of annoyance, “I’m not that short you arsehole! Besides, I already grew two inches this summer. I think I’m having a growth spurt!”

“So how tall are you now, Harry? 5’3?”

Harry gives Dudley another smack on the shoulder, “Of course not, you bloody wanker! I’m 5’8 now…though from your view point I must look like an ant.”

“Too true!” Harry gives Dudley another smack of annoyance but the large boy just ignores him. “I’m just really sick of all this theory stuff! I wanna try out a few spells.”

Harry can’t help but laugh at Dudley’s grouchy tone, but when Dudley glares angrily at him Harry distracts his cousin by rubbing the tension out of Dudley’s shoulders. “I know you want a wand, Dudley, but Dumbledore doesn’t think you’re ready yet.”

“How the bloody hell would he know? He hasn’t even tested my magic yet!”

“Well, based on giant inheritances you shouldn’t be able to do magic for at least four more months, so there really isn’t any point in getting a wand yet, ya?”

Harry lets out a squeal of surprise when Dudley reaches his hand back, pulling Harry’s slim form over his lap. Harry grins at the change in position, raising his head to plant a kiss on Dudley’s lips.

“Let me see your wand, Harry.” Harry grin widens as he begins to unbuckle his pants, “No, Harry, not that wand, your other one.”

“What?” Harry asks in shock clouded by hormones, “oops, ya, that wand. Why do ya wanna see it?”

“I want to try a spell.”

“But your not gonna get your magic for months!”

“That’s only if there is no catalyst, but Harry, as we have still been fucking, I think you best hand me your wand. I’ve been feeling itchy all day, like something’s been buzzing under my skin. Draco says that’s how he felt before he started doing magic.”

“I don’t even understand how you can get along with Draco. He’s an utter prat!”

Dudley chuckles at the pout on Harry’s lips before leaning forward, giving the plump lips a hard kiss. Harry moans into Dudley’s mouth, however the kiss is short lived and before Harry can get any type of proper pleasure from it Dudley releases him. “I’m a prat too, you know. You just don’t like him because he teased you after you passed out like a little girl.”

“I did not pass out like a little girl! Besides, anyone in my position would have done that same thing!”

“Mmhm,” Dudley mumbles halfheartedly. Harry just scowls at him in displeasure but Dudley smoothes the scowl off of his face with another kiss that leaves Harry panting. “I’m not a prat to you anymore, Harry, because I’m fucking you. I’m sure if Draco was pounding that nice arse of yours he would mellow out a bit.”

“Are you suggesting I let him pound my arse, as you would say, so that Draco and I can play nice?”

“It’s not as if our relationship is monogamous, Harry. Pierce has already had you and I know you’ve slept with the Weasley girl.”

“That was just one time!”

Dudley laughs at the indignation in Harry’s tone before giving him another kiss on the lips. “What’s wrong, Harry? Didn’t like the feel of a nice cunt squeezing that lovely cock of yours?”

Harry can’t help the slight shudder of his body at the thought of him and Ginny. “No, actually it was kinda um, er…nice but it was really wet and…squishy. Everything was all soft and mushy, I—it was kind of…gross.”

Dudley chuckles darkly at the look of horror that had overtaken Harry’s face. “You know, I don’t think she liked it much either based on the way she has been avoiding you.”

Harry flushes red in embarrassment at the blight to his ego but he lets the matter drop. “Here,” Harry says, handing Dudley his wand. “Why don’t you try accio?”

Dudley nods his head in agreement before giving the wand a sharp flick, “Accio broom!”

“Why did you accio a broom?” Harry asks Dudley blankly as there is no broom in their room.

Dudley returns the blank stare. “I’m not sure, actually. It was the first thing that popped in my brain.”

“Well, try accio again, and this time you shou—”

“Bloody hell! Potter you idiot!”

“What?” Harry screeches out in shock, his mouth hanging open as Draco enters his and Dudley’s room through the shared loo. Harry’s shock, however, is replaced with understanding when he sees Draco holding a desperately thrashing broom.

“That wasn’t me, Malfoy! That was Dudley!”

Almost immediately the annoyed look on Draco face changes as he eyes the wand in Dudley’s hand. “Nice one, Dudley. Since Dumbledore is being a prick I’ll ask Father to take you to Diagon Alley for a wand.”

Harry just stares at the two blond boys in a daze as Draco walks more fully into the room, though truly the enchanted broom is leading him. “Wait,” Harry says, raising his hands in the air. “Just wait a minute. You,” Harry says, pointing to Malfoy, “can call my cousin by his first name and you’ve only known him for a little more than a month, yet you still call me Potter?”

Draco raises an eyebrow at Harry before shrugging his shoulders slightly, abruptly releasing the straining broom. “That, Potter, is because you are a Gryffindor, but Dudley here will be a Slytherin.”

“What?” Harry just stares at Draco incredulously for a few minuets before clearing his throat; his quick seeker reflexes the only thing that saves him from getting smack upside the head by Mafoy’s broom. “Er, that may or may not be true but Dudley is a muggle.”

Draco just crosses his arms over his chest before leaning against a wall. “Dudley is not a muggle, he’s not muggle born or even a half blood like you. Dudley is a giant, he shall be a Slytherin, and he will be much more entertaining company than either Crabbe or Goyle or any combination of the two.”

“Anyone is better company than those two idiots! What, you’re replacing Dudley as your bodyguard, is that it?”

Draco just laughs before giving another slight shrug. “Well, because of my inheritance it won’t be too long before the Dark Lord realizes that my family has deserted him. I need some kind of protection and who would go against a giant? Besides, even with my inevitable isolation at Hogwarts the politics of the school are different from those of the wizarding world or even the Dark Lord’s ranks. My influence will still hold true and Dudley will definitely need it if he wants to hold any type of power—he is starting school 5 years late after all.”

“But I thought you and Dudley were friends? You’re just using him!”

Draco lets out a scoff before uncrossing his arms, stalking closer to Harry who is still sitting in Dudley’s lap, the once enchanted broom discarded at Harry’s feet. “You Gryffindors are so sentimental. Slytherins don’t have friends; we have acquaintances, contracts, and agreements with people. In exchange for protection—Dudley tells me that was his role in his muggle school so it should be nothing new to him—Dudley will get the use of my influence.”

Harry balls up his fists, staring Draco angrily in the eyes. “I don’t believe this! You Slytherins are more despicable than I had imagined!”

Dudley lets out a snort before reaching his hand down, wrapping his pale fingers around Harry’s chin. “If it will make you feel any better, Potter, I will call Dudley ‘friend,’ for your benefit of course.”

“Don’t touch me,” Harry growls out before smacking Draco’s hand away. Draco just smirks at Harry before pulling him up to his feet, out of Dudley’s arms.

“What was that you said, Potter, I didn’t quite hear you?”

“I said don’t touch me,” Harry says, though this time his voice is weaker, much weaker than he would have liked. Draco just smirks at him in triumph before wrapping his hands in Harry’s hair, pulling the slight body closer for a kiss.

Harry returns the kiss almost immediately, wrapping has hands around Draco’s shoulders to pull the blond closer. Draco grunts into Harry’s mouth before biting softly on the bottom lip. Harry gasps at the sharpness of the move, and when his mouth opens Draco plunges his tongue inside. Harry lets out a soft moan as he meets Draco’s tongue with his own before he lets out another gasp of pleasure at the hand gripping his arse.

In his lust-filled gaze it takes Harry a few seconds to realize that he has not two hands on his body, but three. Harry breaks away from the kiss, sucking in deep gasps of air before another hand joins the other three already stroking his body.

“Dudley,” Harry gasps out in shock. His question is answered by a deep chuckle from behind his left ear.

“Don’t you want us to fuck you, Harry?” Harry lets out a deep moan of need before grinding his arse into Dudley’s hand. “Please,” gasps out Harry, throwing his head back so that he can lick the side of Dudley’s neck. “Please, I want you, both of you to fuck me.”

Draco smirks before yanking Harry’s forward so that he can nibble on Harry’s bottom lip. “If it’s a fucking you want, Harry…that can easily be arranged. First, however there is something we need to discuss,” Draco says before taking a step back. Harry stares at Draco in confusion, and when the blond boy pulls out a small potions vial from his pocket Harry confusion grows even more.

“What is that?”

“This,” Draco says, giving the bottle a little shake, “is a mild narcotic usually used in the deflowering of virgins.”

“What?”

“It’s to insure that the recipient feels the least amount of pain as possible. You will definitely need this, Harry.”

“I’m not some bloody virgin, Malfoy!”

“Indeed. However, you did just say you wanted us both to fuck you. You do realize what that entails, am I correct?”

“What?”

Draco just lets out a soft chuckle before wrapping his arms around Harry’s body again. “Harry, you are aware that Dudley is coming into his giant’s inheritance? As the peak of his inheritance nears he will become more…possessive. Giants are not notorious for sharing, however, if we were to have a semi-bond then nothing untoward would happen to me if I were to take my pleasure with you. And I will.” Draco says the last part in a deeper, more sultry voice. “I will have you after this one time, and you will beg me for it and seek out my pleasure. However if we do not complete this semi-bond then our enjoyment shall be short lived.”

Harry sucks in a deep breath before turning his head to look at Dudley. Dudley just shrugs his shoulders in nonchalance. He has already spoken with the Draco about the bond and doesn’t mind sharing Harry with the other blond. When Dudley remains silent Harry realizes that Dudley is leaving the whole decision of adding Draco into their already strange relationship up to him. “What does a semi-bond mean exactly?”

“It means that we will feel a light attachment for each other. Harming the other person will be greatly discouraged due to the bond but it is not impossible. It is, after all, not a full bond.”

Harry nods his head in understanding as he stands, back flushed against Dudley as he runs the idea through his brain. Having Draco in his bed was enough of an incentive on its own and the thought of the rivalry between the two ending is like the icing on the cake. The childish bickering between him and Draco was actually getting kinda old.

“Ok,” Harry says softly.

Draco stares at Harry blankly, believing that he has heard the dark haired boy incorrectly. “Pardon?”

“I’m willing to do this semi-bond thing.”

“Excellent,” Draco breaths out, a smirk on his lips. Harry can’t help the slight shiver that goes through his body as he gazes at Draco. Though Draco and Dudley are both blonds that is the only similarity between the two boys. Dudley, because of his giant inheritance is taller and broader than Draco though Draco’s build is nothing to sneeze at. Draco is broad shouldered and tall, though standing next to Dudley he appears much more slender than he actually is. Draco, however, will probably grow in height as his Father is still a few inches taller than him and like Lucius, Draco features were more aristocratic and pointy than Dudley’s rugged appearance.

The two blonds’ appearances are almost polar opposites and Harry is happy to have both of his fantasies met in two very nice packages.

“You need to drink this potion first.”

Harry brow furrows in confusion. “Why? As I’ve told you I’m not a virgin. Besides,” Harry adds cheekily, smirking at Draco, “I’ve been buggering Dudley so I’m sure I can handle you.”

Draco lets out a deep chuckle before taking the stopper off of the glass vial. “Be that as it may, Harry, I am almost positive that you haven’t taken two cocks up the arse at once.”

“What?”

“The only way for the bond to work is for Dudley and I, as the dominants, to be equal. That means that we have to fuck you at the same time. Due to the fact that you aren’t a girl we will both have to bugger you up the arse.”

“Just wait a second. There is no way that two cocks are going to fit up my arse. That is impossible.”

“True,” Draco says, the smirk broadening on his face. “However, once you drink this potion you’ll be looser than a veteran hussy.”

Harry bites his bottom lip in thought as he mulls over the semi-bond and the possibilities that the liaison can bring. After a few more seconds of silence Harry lets out a resigned sigh, “Will I really be relaxed to take two up the arse?”

“Yes, of course, Harry,” Draco utters, wrapping his pale hand under Harry’s chin. “You will be loose enough to take it, and dare I say, enjoy it as well.”

Harry returns Draco’s smirk with one of his own before turning in Dudley’s arms so he can face the soon to be giant. “Is this really ok with you, Dudley? This semi-bond thing, this sharing, that I know will eventually go against your giant instincts?”

“It is fine, Harry. It is not as if our relationship is monogamous and after our brief time with Pierce I know how much of a cock whore you are.”

Harry lets out a laugh before wrapping his arms around Dudley’s shoulders, ignoring the strain in his back to do so as he gives Dudley a soft kiss of gratitude. “Thank you,” Harry says, whispering the words into Dudley’s mouth. Dudley just deepens the kiss before pulling back from Harry, giving a small nod to the slightly shorter blond.

Draco takes the nod as his cue, handing Harry the potion vial. “Drink up, Potter. There is no way in hades that you will enjoy this without the use of a narcotic.”

Harry nods his head in agreement before downing the potion in one gulp. It is a few seconds before the powerful potion begins to take effect and once it does Harry can feel his limbs going slack. A few seconds more and Harry realizes that the only reason he is still standing up is because of the two boys holding him by the waist. “Oh, thanks you two,” Harry mutters in a slight drawl of one who has ingested way too much firewhiskey.

Draco lets out a short laugh before him and Dudley drag Harry to the bed. “Should we get him off first?” Dudley asks Draco as the two boys begin to strip naked. Draco shakes his head in the negative as he unbuttons his robe.

“No. Potter isn’t in the best state right now to appreciate any kind of four play. He downed twice as much of the potion as one usually does because he will be taking twice the cock.” Dudley and Draco chuckle a bit as they continue to take of their clothes. “No, the potion will take care of his pleasure. For now it’s best to focus on the semi-bond. I don’t want you trying to rip my head off in a few weeks if I have Potter bent over a table.”

“Alright,” Dudley says in agreement.

Once the two boys are stripped bare they climb on the bed with Harry who is rolling around fitfully, making long moans and other pitiful noises from his throat. “Please,” Harry gasps out, grabbing Draco’s forearm in a painful grip, “please! I—I…”

“Shh, Potter, you will have what you are seeking soon enough.”

Harry moans again and Draco isn’t sure if it’s in agreement to his previous statement or if the drugged out boy had even heard what he had just said. Truthfully though, it doesn’t matter which one it is because one touch to Harry’s skin is all it takes to get Potter to cream himself in his own pants.

“Hmm,” Draco says, chuckling to himself, “perhaps I have administered too much of the narcotic?”

Dudley just shrugs in indifference as he and Draco pull Harry out of his clothes, which is much easier than either boy had thought due to the unnatural lifelessness of his limbs. When Harry is as naked as the other two boys Draco pulls out his wand, tracing a quick pattern on Dudley’s and Harry’s skin before repeating the move on himself. Once that is complete Draco hands Dudley a jar of lube while he continues setting up the ritual.

While Dudley loosens up Harry, just to be safe of course since the potion had already taken care of that, Draco draws the eight point star in a circle on the bed. The design is sealed by magic so even when the bed covers wrinkle from Dudley’s and Harry’s exertions it does not disrupt the magical circle.

“Is he ready?” Draco asks Dudley as he stares down into Harry’s green eyes clouded by lust. Harry is flushed a bright red and indeed the drugged boy looks slightly delirious though that does not take away from the relaxation of his limbs or the second batch of cum drying on his belly.

“Yes,” Dudley grunts out, rubbing his wet hand from the lube onto the dark coverlet.

“Excellent,” Draco says with a smirk on his lips.

As Draco strokes his cock in one hand he instructs Dudley to lie down on his back and to put Harry on top. Dudley complies, holding Harry still so that Draco can climb atop Harry. Harry stares down at Dudley in a lust-filled gaze as he begins flopping around like a fish, trying to get his pleasure though neither boy has penetrated him yet.

“Be still,” Draco says in a commanding tone, and even he is surprised when Harry stops his movements. Draco lets out a breath of relief before meeting Dudley’s blue eyes. At the slight nod both boys slowly sink their hard cocks into Harry’s arse.

Even with the potion in his system Harry arse is tight enough that he gasps out sharply when both heads pop inside. There is pain, and it is only due to the potion that Harry body remains lax. Dudley and Draco grunt at the tight heat as well as the feel of another’s cock brushing against their own as they slowly sink further and further into Harry.

“Ah,” Harry yells out when both cocks are balls deep in his arse. “Shit! Fuck! MERLIN!!” Harry’s eyes roll in the back of his head as his cock expels seamen all over Dudley’s chest.

After that quick orgasm Harry passes out and Dudley moves as if to leave the tight heat of Harry’s arse but Draco shakes his head in the negative, instead telling the blond that they should just finish the ritual. Dudley agrees and somehow the two boys end up thrusting into Harry in unison, both gasping out sharply at the incredible heat of Harry’s tightly clenching hole.

“Please,” Harry says after comes back to consciousness after the first few thrusts. “Oh, shit! Please, please I need you two to fuck me, harder!” Harry moans out as the boys brush against his prostrate. Harry feels lax and lightheaded and even with two cocks up his arse Harry feels slightly removed from the whole thing. The fucking was good, but not as good as it usually was and Harry is sure if it wasn’t for the potion then he probably wouldn’t have cum as much as he did.

“Please,” Harry moans out again when the two boys hit his prostrate once more. Harry lets out another loud moan, laying his head on Dudley’s chest, biting the sun kissed flesh as his cock twitches back to life from the pounding to his prostrate.

Harry can’t possibly imagine cuming anymore but when Draco and Dudley near their completion, their hips thrusting harder and faster, Harry’s arse clenches tightly as he milks the two boys of their cum.

As the two blonds empty their seed into Harry the eight point star lights a glittery gold before dispersing in the air, coating the three boys in it’s magic. “It is done,” Draco says, flopping off of Harry so that he will not smother the boy.

When Draco turns his head to eye Harry he notices that both boys have passed out and, snuggling against Harry’s backside, Draco concludes that the move must be something that runs in the family because there is no way in hades that Dudley will be a Gryffindor. Dudley had, like Draco, spent most of his time tutoring one Harry James Potter, and is currently, like Draco of course, buggering the boy.

Yes, Draco can finally ditch the dead weight that consists of Crabbe and Goyle, and replace the two boys with a war monster. The fact that Dudley is Harry’s cousin is just icing on the cake as it gives Draco the perfect excuse to be seen with Harry once they, of course, return back to Hogwarts.

Tbc…