Harry's Sexual Awakening

AN: This was written in response to a request by my dear friend pandora1322 – who also beta’d. She challenged me to write mostly smut with little romance....hope I succeeded


‘Pop’

Harry looked around the apparition point to make sure no one had seen him arrive and walked the three blocks to Grimmauld Place with his head swimming. He’d just left Ginny at the Burrow after having finally broken up with her.

“Gin, it’s not that I don’t love you, I do. It’s just that my feelings for you are more like family than romantic. I would love nothing more than to say screw it and get married, but you and I both know that would be a lie and unfair to us both.”

“I know you’re right Harry. I guess I just always figured we’d be together.”

Harry kissed Ginny once more, trying to fill it with the feelings he knew should be there. “Anything?”

“No, you’re right. It was like kissing Bill.”

“When the hell has Bill slipped you the tongue?”

“Who do you think taught me how to kiss, Ron?”

Harry was still smiling as he walked into the house quietly, closing the door so as not wake any of the guests he had.

The war may be over now that Voldemort was dead but his house was still full of people who just wouldn’t go away. It had been weeks since he’d had any peace and quiet and no matter how many hints he dropped, no one would get the point and leave.

Harry walked into the kitchen and got his evening tea before heading for the Library to sort through his accumulating mail and get the important stuff taken care of. He heard noise behind the door and sighed knowing he was not going to get anything done if the Twins were indeed behind the door.

Harry pushed to door open and stopped dead. Work forgotten, as was the tea in his hand, Harry stood transfixed by the sight that greeted him.

George was sitting on the couch, his head resting against the back, and Remus was sitting in his lap with his back resting against his chest. As Harry watched, Remus aligned himself and slowly mounted George’s engorged cock, causing the men to moan sinfully, as George was sheathed.

“Gods Remy, you’re killing me.”

“You’re so much thicker than Fred is, George. You feel so good.”

George wrapped his hands around the wolf and ran his them up his furry torso to pinch the tawny pebbled nipples in a vain attempt to get the man to start moving.

“Wait George, not yet,” he breathed as he rolled his hips over the ginger boy.

“Now for me,” Fred said settling on his knees in front of the pair and taking Remus’ hardened length into one hand while smiling at the prize before his watering mouth. Fred ran his tongue over the purple mushroom, gathering the beads of moisture that had started leaking, and hummed before saying, “George, you have to taste him. He’s amazing.”

Remus groaned and bucked his hips when Fred suddenly swallowed him whole and George gasped at the motion and grasped his hips to help him move.

Remus was suddenly very thankful he was taller than the beautiful boys worshipping him, because it allowed him to wantonly fuck them both. He opened his legs wide and placed them on either side of George’s while stretching himself back so his hands were planted on each side of the freckled body pushing into him. He used this position, and his strength, to thrust into Fred’s warm, wet cavern and then back down onto the rod impaling him. Each thrust forward brought him almost off George and each backward brought him out of Fred. It was the best of both worlds.

Fred ran his hands up the George’s legs, taking his time caressing his brothers’ hips before palming Remus’ sack with one hand, lightly squeezing and tugging, while the other hand slid under George’s to tickle the skin just behind his bollocks.

Both men were panting louder than ever at the silky hand manipulating them as Remus continued his pace, slowly speeding up as he felt his groin begin to tighten.

“Oh Gods boys I’m getting close.”

Fred looked up and met George’s eyes, holding the gaze as he deep throated Remus and swallowed around the intrusion causing Remus to explode.

George couldn’t hold back as he felt Remus tighten around him and emptied himself into the spasming channel.

Remus settled into George’s lap as Fred gently ran his finger over him, gathering the last of his release before offering the finger to George to taste.

George swirled his tongue around the finger as though it was the cock he was hoping for and agreed, “Fred, you were right, our wolf tastes amazing.”

Remus shifted off George and settled next him as he cast cleansing spells over them.

“Uh, don’t mean to be rude, but would someone like to give me a hand with this little problem?” Fred inquired drawing the men’s attention to his raging hard on which was glaring an angry purple at them.

Harry stood rapt as George answered, “Why brother, I’d be delighted to help.” He smiled wide as he drew Fred onto the couch between himself and Remus and leaned down, taking him into his mouth while Remus began to passionately kiss him.

George gently ran his teeth up and down Fred’s incredible length, taking as much as he could into his mouth, making sure to dip his tongue into the slit with each pass.

Fred was always wonderfully verbal when being sucked off, and this time was no different. Gasping and moaning, Fred writhed under his brother’s skillful ministrations. George knew exactly how to draw his tongue up the vein on the underside of his cock and knew just where to flick his tongue at the head to make him whimper.

Remus pinched Fred’s nipples and sucked his tongue in time with the bobbing head in his lap and Fred could finally hold back no longer. He opened his eyes and locked eyes with Harry, screaming his name as he came, hard, down George’s throat.

Harry’s quickly retreated from the room, though awkwardly due to the redwood current housed in his trousers, and stood leaning against the closed door to catch his breath. He’d never seen anything quite so beautiful and now knew without a doubt that he was one hundred percent gay.

“You alright Harry?” Charlie asked scaring the boy and causing the blush that had been gracing his face to glow brighter.

“I’m, yes, uh, okay, fine, tired…” Harry babbled, backing away from the intoxicatingly beautiful Weasley.

Hearing laughing from behind the door Harry had just stepped away from, Charlie opened it and leaned it, “Ah, I see.” He closed the door and turned to Harry, “How much did you see?”

Harry’s only answer was to blush harder and look down.

“Right then, okay, so you’re probably a little squicked out and that’s okay, but I wouldn’t stay out here with your little problem or you might not get the chance to decide how it gets taken care of,” Charlie said as he motioned toward the obvious bulge in Harry’s trousers.

“Tea,” Harry said trying to cover himself with the far too small cup.

Charlie laughed as he guided Harry toward his bedroom, “Thanks Harry but I’m pretty sure your cup is empty. Now if you want help filling it, come see me. You know where I am.” He leaned in and gave Harry the barest hint of a kiss and walked across the hall into his own room, closing the door behind him.

An insistent throb in Harry’s groin grabbed his attention, and he slipped into his own room as the ghost of a smile began to form on his lips. He absentmindedly set the cup on the table and began to throw his clothes off as he climbed onto his bed.

He reached into the bedside table and removed the lube and early birthday present Ginny had given him, “It’s called a vibrator Harry and it’s made to bring pleasure by moving inside you at various speeds. This one also has a pulsing feature that I thought you might like to try.”

He foolishly thought she meant for him to use it on her, but she meant for him to use it on himself. This was the first time he’d even touched it since she put it in the drawer and he didn’t give it any thought as he slicked the phallus with his strawberry flavoured lube and then ran his fingers across his sack and slid them into himself.

“Ungh,” he panted as he stretched his fingers and scissored them to prepare himself. He slowly inserted the toy, while picturing Charlie kneeling above him, until he felt it rub against his prostate and then clicked it onto the lowest setting.

“Oh Gods,” he groaned as the vibrations began to hum through him and cause his body to quiver with pleasure. “More,” he moaned quietly as he increased the speed and began to rock the faux cock in and out of himself as he babbled in pleasure. His panting increased as the sensations flowed through his groin and he increased the motion and speed of the vibrator.

“Oh…Gods…yes…” he gasped as he felt his abdomen tighten with his impending orgasm. He tried to increase the speed on last time, intent on his release but hit the ‘pulse’ button and his orgasm rocked him from head to toe when the toy hit his prostate with the first pulse. He covered himself with cum as it shot from his cock onto his belly and he layed boneless on his bed.

Charlie watched Harry reach his peak from the door and smiled as the boy feel asleep, still covered in cooling liquid, toy underneath him and lube on the floor. He waited until he heard Harry’s breathing even out and then cleaned him up and put the vibrator and lube away. He tucked the cashmere blanket around the brunette, kissed him on the forehead and went back to his own room to sleep. After releasing himself from the tortuous hard on he’d gotten when he realised that Harry was calling his name in pleasure.


“Oomph.”

“Eloquently spoken Potter,” Draco said.

Harry was lost in thought trying to remember when he’d cleaned up and put everything away from the night before. He’d remembered the orgasm and then nothing else until this morning, when the sunlight caressed his face, waking him from an incredibly erotic dream.

So of course, when he walked into the kitchen, he walked into his dream’s hard chest, hence the eloquent, Oomph. “Sorry.”

“No problem Harry,” Charlie said quietly. He slipped his finger under Harry’s chin and raised his head so their eyes met, “Morning.”

Harry smiled, blushed and quickly went to the table. He sat down and tried to keep his cock from joining the conversation.

Draco was busy getting himself and his guest, former housemate Blaise, some tea. Charlie was leaning on the counter talking quietly with Fred and glancing occasionally at Harry. George and Remus were standing just outside in the back garden talking and no one had seen Severus or Lucius yet.

Bill walked in and asked, “Hey, anyone know where the peanut butter is? I want some for my toast.”

“Cupboard,” was all Harry could say because Charlie had just chosen that moment to run his finger through the whipped cream from the top of his waffle and lick it off his finger while staring at Harry.

“Found Sev and Luc,” Bill said as he reached past the snogging couple for the peanut butter and closed the door.

The pair exited the cupboard with grace as though they hadn’t just been caught in a heated snogging session. Harry looked at the two and smiled to himself when he noticed that Severus’ shirt buttons were done up unevenly.

“Waffle Harry?” Charlie asked, breath caressing the curve of Harry’s ear. In front of him was a plate holding a waffle that had been topped with a small mountain of whipped cream which housed a single cherry nestled at its peak.

“’Scuse me,” Harry said, quickly leaving the room and heading into the nearest loo to clean himself up. Charlie’s breath on his ear had caused his first orgasm of the day. What the hell was happening to him when something as innocent as a question could cause him to cum?

He washed his hands and went back to the kitchen. He took his seat again, Charlie on one side and Fred on the other. Directly across from him were Draco and Blaise. Charlie’s leg brushed against Harry’s and Harry shifted away, bumping into Fred, who leaned in and whispered, “Don’t worry Harry he won’t bite unless you ask him to.”

Harry seemed to be the only truly observant person at the table this morning. He watched as Severus slipped his hand under the table toward Lucius’ leg; he watched Blaise’s eyes shift toward Bill a couple of times; and he really started to pay attention when he saw George look at Fred and raise an eyebrow. That never meant anything good.

Sure enough, about sixty seconds later, the handles flew off the taps and water started spraying everywhere. Bodies flew from the table trying to dodge the plume of water flying from the broken faucet while simultaneously trying to stop the flow.

Harry was the only one to remain seated and calm so he was the only one to hear the ‘pop’ under the table indicating someone had just apparated. While he considered checking to see who had just arrived, he didn’t think he really needed to as he could clearly see there was only one person not accounted for as everyone settled back at the table. The tap had been sorted out and drying spells cast all around.

Within moments, conversations had started up again and Harry waited to see how the missing person would show himself. He didn’t have long to wait though. As he was trying to follow the potions debate raging between the Malfoys and Severus, he noticed Blaise stiffen suddenly in his periphery and tried not to be obvious when he looked in that direction.

Blaise inhaled sharply as he felt hands sliding slowly up his legs and centering on his groin. He almost groaned as he felt the hand glide over the quickly growing bulge in his lap and he grasped the edges of his chair to keep from making noise and drawing attention.

The mystery hands undid the button of his trousers, sliding the zipper down as they reached in and took possession of Blaise’s weeping cock. He desperately wanted to know whose hands were softly caressing him and whose fingers were teasing his slit, but lost the will to care when he felt his cock being encased in a warm, wet mouth.

The mouth moved up and down his cock while the tongue swirled around the throbbing head like an ice cream cone, occasionally dipping into the slit.

A lovely tantalizing pattern was emerging; up, down, swirl – up, down, swirl, suck. The suction is what was really pulling Blaise closer to the edge. This gifted mouth was taking it’s time on his pulsing head, sucking on it like a lollypop.

The noise in the room increased, thanks to the Twins arguing over whom had the faster wand in duels, and Blaise quietly moaned while a hand took hold of his balls kneaded them and lightly tugging. He felt his impending orgasm begin to rise straight from his toes and tried to signal to the lovely mouth surrounding him by thrusting slightly. The unoccupied hand pressed on his hip and the mouth slid down his swollen shaft all the way to the base, deep throating him. Blaise couldn’t help the groan that escaped his lips as he poured his seed into the obliging cavern.

The tension melted from his body and his hands hung loose at his side. The hands gently put him back into his trousers, having cleaned him completely, pulled the zip, leaving the button undone and disappeared.

Harry saw the sated look on Blaise’s face, glanced at the Twins, who were winding down the debate and was about to ask them what was really going on when Charlie got his attention.

“So Harry, did you sleep well last night? I heard you talking in your sleep a little.”

“Oh, sorry if I woke you. Yeah, I slept fine. I was a little tired last night.”

“Ah, isn’t it nice when you can find a way to wear yourself out enough to fall asleep so easily. There’re only a few things that can make me that tired. How about you?”

Harry blushed and said, “Just what did you hear me saying Charlie?”

Charlie laughed in response and turned to Severus asking about an ingredient that had just been mentioned.

Breakfast over, everyone drifted out to start their day and Blaise blushed furiously as he passed the Weasleys. Harry raised an eyebrow at the red-headed gang, and tipped his head toward Blaise, questioning the blush.

“I told him his button was open,” Bill replied.


Harry needed to find a place to relax and soon or he was gonna jump on the next Weasley he saw. How had he never noticed how sexy Bill and Charlie were? And the Twins – well deviousness certainly was a turn on where they were concerned.

He wandered out into the garden knowing it was the only place he could relax and just find the peace he needed to get himself under control. He lazily walked through the rose bush maze, occasionally stopping to smell a bud or prune a leaf, feeling his pulse slow and his breathing coming more under his control.

That was until he rounded the final corner, coming into the center of the maze. There, spread on the ground was a lovely blanket completely covered in a writhing Hermione, who was blissfully reaching her peak under the ministrations of the talent tongue and fingers of one Luna Lovegood.

Luna lay between Hermione’s spread legs slowly lapping at her dripping core, pumping three fingers in and out of the brunette, while Hermione pinched and pulled at her own nipples moaning and gasping in ecstasy.

Luna kissed and caressed her partner through her toe-curling orgasm and then turned and smiled at Harry, “Want to join us Harry?”

Harry blushed and stammered, “Uh…Oh….Right, sorry….Didn’t mean to interrupt,” as he stumbled backward away from the pair and headed back into the house.

“So much for relaxing in the garden,” he said, walking back into the kitchen. He set about cleaning the kitchen, the muggle way, as the monotonous task was great for letting his mind clear and wander.

Dishes gathered by the sink, Harry filled the sink with water and soap and set to washing. Circling the plates with the flannel to clean them was oddly relaxing, and he found his mind wandering to the question of the inhabitants of the house.

He wondered who was with whom and for how long he’d been missing it. For example, since when were Hermione and Luna a couple and when had they arrived. When had Bill developed a liking for Blaise and how in the hell had he missed Severus and Lucius becoming so close?

Harry was so lost in his musings that he didn’t feel Charlie slip up behind him until he was wrapped in the strong embrace of the man, effectively trapping him against the counter.

Charlie wrapped his arms around Harry’s waist and he dipped his head, planting a kiss on Harry’s neck where it met his collarbone.

Harry jumped and tried to pull away, but Charlie held him tighter, “Relax, we’re the only two in here. Everyone else has gone about their day. You’re all mine now.”

“What does that mean?” Harry asked, annoyed at the shaking in his voice.

“That means I get to do exactly what I’ve been wanting to since last night,” he began. He kissed the back of Harry’s next before explaining, “I’ve wanted to wrapped myself around you since I saw your blushing face outside that door last night.”

Harry tried to protest, but couldn’t get the words to form as Charlie continued to nibble on his neck. He managed a weak squeak when Charlie took an earlobe between his lips and suck on it with a light tug.

Charlie laughed, “Harry I need to ask you an important question.” He pulled back and let Harry turn around to face him. “Harry, are you a virgin?”

The blush was really the only answer he needed but he wanted to hear the answer from Harry’s delicious lips, so he waited until the boy gathered the courage to answer.

“Well, I never…with Ginny I mean. We just didn’t…” Harry sighed and looked at his feet.

Charlie tipped Harry’s chin up and smiled, “Harry it’s okay. It just changes how fast we move.”

“Char…” Harry began before being cut off by the eager lips of his captor.

Charlie took advantage of Harry’s open mouth to slip his tongue into the unsuspecting cavern and explore freely. He ran his tongue over Harry’s teeth, roof of his mouth and backs of his lips before caressing Harry’s tongue into moving against his.

He wrapped his arms around the young man’s back and just in time, as Harry uttered a deep moan and his knees gave out as Charlie’s tongue first touched his.

“Oh Gods,” Harry breathed when the kiss broke.

Harry’s eyes remained unfocused as Charlie moved his attention from lips to jaw line and up to Harry’s plump earlobe, where he sucked and pulled while running his hands over the muscled back of his prey.

Harry had never studied anatomy, but he was pretty sure his neck was directly connected to his groin. However, when Charlie sucked on the sensitive spot below Harry’s ear, his cock responded as though it was being sucked into the wonderful mouth.

Charlie let the skin pop from the suction of his lips, leaving an impressive love bite behind, and moved his kisses down Harry’s neck. He began unbuttoning Harry’s shirt, taking the time to give due attention to each section of skin that was revealed.

Harry’s breathing increased as Charlie slid down his torso, and when his right nipple was suddenly caught between the red lips covering his chest, he had to grip the counter to keep from falling over. His nipples pebbled quickly under the skilled fingers, which pinched and rolled the tan peak not currently being nibbled on.

Shirt thrown to the side, the ginger predator continued on his path down the tan body and spent some time laving the well defined abdominals before his eyes before dipping his tongue into the bellybutton that was heaving up and down before him. The reaction was a gasped, “Fuck,” from above that allowed him to get the pants undone and to the floor before it was noticed.

Harry’s cock bounced up to attention when his trousers fell and Charlie couldn’t resist the organ, swallowing it to the hilt immediately, moaning around the girth. He traced the large vein on the underside of Harry’s cock with his tongue, placing slight pressure at the tip, below the head and again at the base, causing Harry to shake.

Charlie slid his mouth almost off the weeping length, so just the head was between his lips, and sucked hard on it. Each time his cheeks hollowed, he was treated to more of the gloriously sweet pre-cum leaking from Harry.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” was being chanted above him before the hands of his meal grabbed his hair, pulling him off the swollen organ with a pop and up into a fierce kiss. Charlie ground his bulging erection into Harry’s hip while pushing him back against the kitchen counter.

Harry broke the kiss gasping for air, so Charlie moved his mouth down Harry’s neck and his hands down his back to cup his arse. “Harry, you’re amazing. I can’t wait to be inside you, watching your cock bounce as I pound into you over and over,” garnering a tortured moan from the young man in question.

He began to knead Harry’s cheeks and separate them, as he lifted Harry onto the counter before wrapping the Quidditch toned legs around his waist and moving his left hand down Harry’s thigh to insert a finger into Harry.

He slid the single finger slowly in and out of the wriggling body to allow Harry the opportunity to stop him. When no protest came, he inserted another digit, receiving an answering, “Oh Gods, Oh please,” as he caressed the bundle of nerves that made Harry suddenly see stars.

“Harry, I want you so much,” Charlie huffed, his control beginning to slip.

Harry threw his head back and demanded, “Oh Charlie….pleeeease. I can’t wait anymore. Please now,” as he ground himself against the scissoring fingers. “I want to feel you inside me now.”

Charlie lifted the boy off the counter, and took him to the empty kitchen table. He layed the panting wizard down and remained between his legs, “Now Harry, this will hurt as I enter you,” Charlie softly said while licking Harry’s neck and the arc of his ear, “Just relax and the pain will give way to bliss.”

Charlie muttered a lubrication charm on his cock and Harry’s channel, as he positioned himself to enter.

Harry wiggled at the sensation of the charm and locked his eyes on Charlie’s to distract himself from the feeling of the purple head of Charlie’s rock hard cock entering him. The pain was instantaneous and Harry gasped, inhaling sharply through his teeth. Charlie paused to allow Harry to adjust and then slowly pushed forward inch by inch until he was fully sheathed, “Ungh, Gods you’re so tight. So hot.”

Harry nodded and wiggled his hips indicating he was ready and Charlie began to pump his hips slowly at first and then speeding up. Harry kept his legs wrapped around Charlie’s pistoning hips and gripped the side of the table with his hands.

Harry didn’t want to come to fast, but when Charlie started talking again, he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer.

“Harry, you have no idea how gorgeous you are layed out like this. I’ve wanted you below me for so long,” Charlie said. He pulled Harry’s hips up slightly, changing the angle enough so he was hitting Harry’s prostate with each thrust.

Gasping and writhing in pleasure, Harry couldn’t form a reply. A blush began to spread up his sweating torso and Charlie knew his orgasm would follow. “You feel so amazing,” he said as he grasped Harry’s weeping cock and began to pump it in rhythm with his thrusting.

The firm, rough grip of Charlie’s hand pumping his straining cock was all it took for Harry’s orgasm to explode through his body. He shook from head to curling toe as he shot his release across his abdomen and the skilled hand, while screaming Charlie’s name and grabbing onto his arms.

Charlie was able to hold out for a couple of thrusts before the clenching of Harry’s channel brought his orgasm, his seed coating the tight tunnel. He fell forward onto spent body below him, panting and kissing every inch of skin he could reach, as the aftershocks of bliss ran through their joined bodies.

Harry carded his fingers in the soft ginger hair and said, “When did you get naked?” bringing laughter from his lover.

Minutes later, as breathing had returned to normal and energy had returned to limbs, Charlie slid out of Harry’s body and cast cleansing charms on them both. He helped Harry from the table and pointed out where his clothes had fallen.


“Commando huh? That was a nice surprise. Do you always go sans shorts?”

Harry smiled as he buttoned his trousers, “No, I had to chuck them after you delivered my waffle this morning. No cleansing charm was going to save them after this morning.”

Charlie laughed heartily as he brought his shirt over his head, “And after last night too. Impressive.” He walked over and brought a willing Harry into his arms, “Anytime you would like to explore other areas of the house or each other, let me know,” and softly kissed Harry’s swollen, red lips.

Harry sighed and smiled, watching Charlie settle at the table with the morning Prophet before immersing himself, elbow deep in newly reheated dish water. He was scrubbing the residue of breakfast off a pan, when the back door opened and two very rumpled, sated women walked in.

Charlie nodded to the women before saying, “Morning Ladies, when did you two get here?”

“About half nine; just as everyone was leaving. We thought we’d be able to catch you all at breakfast so we were coming through the garden,” Hermione explained.

Charlie looked at the clock and smiled, “And what have you been doing for the last hour and a half?”

Luna smiled as she poured tea for them all, “Admiring the gardens. How have you been enjoying your morning Charles?”

“Touché,” he answered with a laugh. “I have a few things I need to get done before lunch. Will you ladies be joining us?” Charlie asked as he walked to the sink to deposit his cup in the sink.

Hermione didn’t miss the way Charlie stood next to Harry, casual but obviously restraining himself, and answered, “I believe we will. It will be nice to catch up with what everyone’s been up to.”

Charlie leaned close to Harry and whispered, “I’ll be back in a bit, love. It’s our secret if you want it to be.” He pecked a kiss on Harry’s cheek and discreetly caressed his bottom as he left the room.

“So what would you guys like for lunch?” Harry asked as he finally turned around to face the girls.

Luna smiled at the flush in Harry’s cheeks and looked at Hermione, “Hermione, what are you in the mood for?”

“There’s a wonderful Chinese take-away about two blocks down. Do you think everyone would like that?”

“That should be brilliant. I doubt Severus and Lucius will be here and they’d be the only two who wouldn’t eat that. They always bitch that it’s too greasy for their tastes,” Harry related. “Here’s the menu, let me know what you would like and I’ll run over there and get it.”

Luna quickly said, “Oh no Harry, you mark what I should get and I’ll go. You and Hermione don’t get a lot of time together and I know you have some catching up to do.”

Harry thanked her and marked the various dishes on the menu. After trying, and failing, to get the blonde to take his money with her, he settled on getting her something special for the next time he saw her. Given that she appeared to be an important part of his dearest friend’s life now, he knew he’d be seeing her often.

“Why don’t we relax in the sitting room until everyone’s back,” Harry suggested.

Hermione followed him into the cozy room and watched as he lit a fire and finally came to rest on the plush, crushed velvet couch. She had wanted to talk to him about his break up with Ginny but could see now, that wasn’t a problem.

“So, you and Luna huh? How long’s that been going on?”

“So you and Charlie huh? How long’s that been going on?”

They laughed and relaxed, Hermione tucking herself into Harry’s side and resting her head on his shoulder, “We saw each other a few times over the last half year and then about two months ago, we ended up at a fundraiser together. We started talking and laughing and before I knew it, I was asking her to tea. We’ve been a couple for about a month now.”

“I didn’t realise that you felt that way about women. I guess I always thought you’d be with Ron.”

Hermione sighed, “Well, I think everyone did, including me at first, but after the fighting was done, we saw that the relationship wasn’t going anywhere and decided friends was what we were meant to be. He’s been seeing Pansy for about three months now. They got matched together on a case and that was that. As for women, well, it’s only the one and I didn’t know until her. I guess I would say, bi-sexual, not lesbian, as is Luna. We talked about it a lot at first and then it just seemed to happen. It feels right. Now, about you?”

Harry returned the sigh as he kissed Hermione’s head, “I’m glad you’re happy. As for me, well, Gin and I realised that it wasn’t happening and we split last night. We’d really been done for over a month though, just didn’t say the words. I’m pretty sure she’s got a thing for one of Krum’s teammates. She knew about me before I knew about me. She made a comment a couple of months ago about me only watching Quidditch matches for the guys in the uniforms and I told her any uniform was nice, not even thinking about what I was saying. I really came to last night when I got home and caught the Twins in the Library with Remy. I walked out of the room after watching them with a raging hard on and almost came on the spot when Charlie offered to help me with it. I ended up having myself off instead but I was thinking about him. Then this morning, he licked whipped cream off his finger and I had to go to the loo and clean up when I couldn’t hold back.”

Hermione leaned up to look at her friend’s face. They had always been so much closer than anyone knew, so for them, nothing was off limits. “Harry, was Charlie your first?”

Smiling, Harry nodded his head, “About twenty minutes ago in the kitchen.”

Hermione squealed and hugged him tightly around the neck, “Oh Harry, I’m so happy for you. How was it? Did it hurt? I want to know everything.”

So Harry set about telling her about the whole morning, in detail, along with admitting to seeing her and Luna in the garden. She wasn’t upset, per se, that he’d seen. Just that she hadn’t told him before he discovered it.

By the time they finished talking, Luna was back with the food and everyone else had returned. As they left the sitting room to head for the kitchen and the chaos that was lunch, Hermione asked one more question, “Harry, does this mean you and Charlie are a couple now?”

Harry thought for a moment and shook his head, “No I don’t think so. We both wanted each other but I don’t think it’s any deeper than that. I know for me it isn’t. I mean he’s bloody hot and all, but I’ve been having feelings for someone else for a while now, and now of course, it makes sense. Charlie wanted me, now he’s had me, I’m gonna say that’s about that. Unless, of course, we get randy and no one else is around.”

Hermione swatted him on the arm and they headed in for lunch.


Lunch was a subdued affair as the group enjoyed catching up with the girls. It had only been about a month since they had all last seen each other but it seemed like so much longer.

“Why don’t you two stay tonight with us?” Harry suggested as lunch was ending. “The Twin’s room is available as they are staying with Remus for the next couple of days. You can stay there.”

The girls shared a look and Luna answered, “That would be lovely Harry, thank you for asking. And how is Professor Lupin doing these days?”

Harry rose to throw out the take-away containers and put the leftovers in the fridge, “He’s doing as well as can be expected. The Twins are staying with him through the transformation this month. They want to try and make it a little more comfortable for him.”

“How nice for them to do that. I believe you’ll want to have everyone here though when they come home next time. And some champagne.”

Harry looked at Hermione with raised eyebrows and Hermione just shrugged. Luna had always been a little dreamy, but since the war, her true seer talents had really evolved. Without the ever present dark force holding people back, everyone’s magic had evolved and Harry, Hermione, Luna and Draco had all come into their majorities.

The afternoon flew by as everyone settled into their routine. Severus, Lucius and Draco were all buried in the potions lab, that had previously been the basement, working on perfecting some new creation; Hermione was installed in the vast Library cataloguing the newest books that had been moved into Grimmauld; the Twins had taken Remus to another location, where he would be free to change without fear of hurting anyone; Charlie and Bill were off to Hogwarts to help wrangle the animals that had been appearing at the school and Harry and Luna made their way into the garden to work in the dirt.

Harry could lose hours in the garden, and often did, so he wasn’t entirely surprised when Luna interrupted his work telling him it was time to head in for dinner. “What time is it?”

“Half five, you’ll just have time to get showered before supper.”

“Who did the cooking tonight?”

“Dobby had the elves take care of the meal tonight so we can all relax.”

“Okay, thanks Luna. I’ll be right in.” Harry rose and put his gardening supplies in the shed before heading up to the shower. He took his time letting the hot water beat over his back and pound out the aches from his afternoon bent over his flowers. He smiled to himself as he remembered the other reason for his aching body, shivering with remembered pleasure.

The last of the soap rinsed away, Harry stepped from the shower and grabbed a fluffy, warm towel to dry himself off. After rubbing most of the water from his hair, he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed for his room to get dressed.

As he walked out the door, he walked face first into Draco, coming in to freshen up. “Oi, watch where you’re walking.”

“Sorry Harry, I…” Draco began to say before he found he couldn’t complete his thought. In front of him was a very naked and wet Harry, whose towel had fallen when they ran into each other.

Harry followed Draco’s gaze, and bent quickly to retrieve the fallen towel, “Scuse me, gotta finish getting ready for dinner.” Harry shifted to the side and slipped around Draco and bolted through his door, slamming it behind himself. He leaned against the door and groaned when he realised he was hard again.

“What the hell is it with you?” he asked his cock, “It’s Draco, for gods sake.” He moved around his room getting dressed and trying not to think about how cute Draco was staring at Harry’s naked form, and blushing.

Draco walked into the bathroom slamming the door and breathing hard. He, too, found himself hard as a rock at the sight of Harry and wanted nothing more than to stalk into the room across the hall and plunge into the man’s arse and have his way with him. “Shite,” he muttered glancing at his watch, “Cold shower it is.” He made the water as cold as he could tolerate and sighed in relief as his erection waned.

After drying himself off, he slipped into his fresh clothes and left the bathroom, walking into Harry again, "Sorry about that.”

“No problem,” Harry replied. “Shall we?”

Draco gestured for Harry to lead so he could watch the man’s arse all the way into the kitchen.

Hermione and Luna were the last to come in for dinner and Hermione’s hair appeared to be slightly singed. “Uh Harry, I don’t think staying the Twin’s room is going to be possible. It appears as though they have some safe guards in place, so we can’t get it.”

“Are you okay?”

“Just a little crisp around the edges. We can transfigure the couch in the Library and stay in there, if that’s okay with you.”

Draco quickly spoke up, “Ladies, why don’t you stay in my room and I can share with my father.”

Lucius turned to his son with an eyebrow raised in question and Draco replied, “Why shouldn’t they have some privacy? There’s no reason you and I can’t share. I’m sure all these gentlemen would have offered as well.”

Lucius nodded and smiled at the girls, “My son is correct. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your privacy in a house full of men.”

Luna smiled, “Thank you Draco. That’s very kind of you.”

After dinner, Draco showed the girls to his room, gathered his own pajamas and headed for his father’s room.

Lucius was still surprised by his son’s willingness to give up his own comfort, but also somewhat proud that he was the first to offer.

“Son, while I’m fine with this, next time, please check with me first.”

“Yes sir.”

The men climbed into bed and settled in for the night.

Dreams have a funny way of running away on people, tonight was no different. There wasn’t a room in the entire house that didn’t have an occupant caught up in the passion of their dreams.

Draco lay curled on his side with an arm draped over the side of the warm body in front of him, he moaned as the body snuggled closer and his burgeoning erection slid against the taut cheeks of the his sleeping companion.

Lucius was trapped in his own dream and found himself enjoying the feeling of having someone between his cheeks. He’d never been a bottom and only in his deepest dreams did he ever give up the control to have the experience.

He desperately wanted to feel the tan skin warm against his own, so he wandlessly vanquished the offending garment, enjoying the feel of the skin to skin contact.

Draco ran his hand over Lucius’ hip and across his abdomen gently caressing the tight muscles and slowly moving down to the nest of curls surrounding Lucius’ very large erection. He wrapped his fingers around the rigid length and squeezed, pulling a groan from the slumbering Lucius. He pumped his hand a few times before settling himself closer to his father’s back, allowing his own erection to settle at Lucius’ entrance.

Both men groaned at the contact and Draco slid his leg between his father’s, moving his upper leg forward, giving him easier access. He quickly cast a stretching and lubing charm over himself and his father, then slowly pressed his cock into the puckered opening, working himself into the tight channel. “Ungh, Gods you’re so tight,” he whispered, pressing his lips against the back of the long neck in front of him.

Lucius pressed back against the intrusion and moaned loudly as the cock inside him brushed his prostate. “Oh gods, faster…move faster,” he begged.

Draco kept his grasp on his father’s weeping cock, pumping it in time with his thrusting hips. Draco’s speed increased as he started to wake up and realised he wasn’t dreaming. He ran his finger up the vein on the underside of his father’s cock and then ran his fingernail across his slit, causing Lucius to rocket away as his orgasm rocked his body and he coated the bed with his release.

Draco woke as his cock was gripped and milked by Lucius’ convulsing channel and he screamed, “Oh God Harry,” as he coated the warm tunnel with his seed. He continued pumping his hips and his father’s cock until both men had come down from their orgasms.

Draco kissed his father’s shoulder as he opened his eyes, hoping to get Harry to agree to another round of wake-up sex. His eyes slowly focused on the body he was nuzzling and he registered that it was much paler than it should be.

Lucius cast a cleansing charm on himself and the body behind him and began to roll over, “Mm Severus, such a nice way to….”

When gray met gray, their eyes widened to the size of saucers and they both yelled and leapt from the bed.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod…” Draco kept repeating like a mantra, hoping something would suddenly make sense about what he suspected had just happened.

“Shut up. Now,” Lucius said while pacing next to the bed.

Draco stood, staring at his father and tried to slow his breathing. “I just fucked my father,” he said quietly before suddenly falling to the floor and vomiting.

“Merlin, you can be so useless,” Lucius said as he cleaned the mess and helped Draco into a chair. He threw a blanket over the boy and pulled his own sleep pants on before sitting down next to the pale, sweaty boy.

“Draco, we were both obviously asleep and not in our right minds. We will not speak of this to anyone. The incident did not happen. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.”

“Good. Now, am I wrong or did you call me Harry?”

Draco blushed before confirming that he did indeed call out Harry’s name.

“Yes, well, I suppose I should ask why but to be frank, I don’t want to know.”

“Father, you called me Severus,” Draco pointed out.

“Something else we will not speak of again. Correct?”

Draco nodded and walked into the loo. “I need a shower; a very hot shower.”

“I agree. I’ll use the spare loo,” Lucius said as he left the room.


Having scrubbed his skin with everything he could get his hands on, Lucius knew the only way he could erase what had happened was to find something to take its place. He knew there had to be a spell or potion he could take that would erase that time without him having to have someone Obliviate him. He couldn’t bear having to explain to anyone why he needed to be obliviated.

Lucius went straight to the lab where he’d left his potions journal along with Severus’, hoping to find something. “I’ll invent one if I have to. I will not be saddled with this memory for the rest of my days,” he vowed to himself.

Hand on the door knob, he stopped, suddenly being hit with the full reality of what had occurred, “Holy Merlin, I bottomed for my son.” He leaned his head against the door feeling nauseous and understood why Draco had vomited.

Suddenly the door opened and Lucius found himself falling into Severus’ firm chest.

“Good evening Luc, something I can do for you?” Severus asked chuckling, as he helped Lucius regain his balance.

Lucius looked at the smiling man and without saying a word, grabbed Severus and pushed him back into the lab, bending him back against the work bench. “You’re mine,” he growled as he captured the thin lips with his own in a brutal kiss that took the other man’s breath away.

When breathing became a necessity, Lucius broke the kiss and tore open Severus’ shirt. Sending buttons flying, he latched on to exposed neck and sucked with vigor at the skin, leaving his mark, before continuing on to capture a nipple between his teeth.

“Oh gods Luc,” Severus gasped in response to the assault, by hand and mouth on his torso. He brought his hands up and curled his fingers in the blonde mane, as it moved across his chest to devour the other neglected peak.

Lucius trailed a hand across Severus’ heaving abdomen and firmly grasped the throbbing bulge in Severus’ pants, rubbing hard.

Severus’ breath hitched as he groaned loudly. With a flick of his wand, the door slammed shut and locking and silencing charms were erected.

Lucius stood and spun Severus around and with a silent, wandless spell he vanished their clothes and rubbed himself against the tight arse presented to him. He ran a hand up Severus’ spine, pushing him forward and holding him there, while using his foot to move Severus’ legs into a wide split, allowing him access to the puckered entrance that was his target.

Dispensing with the niceties, Lucius cast a silent spell the stretch Severus and lube them both before plunging himself into his lover.

Both men gasped at the contact, but Severus wasn’t given the chance to adjust to the intrusion before Lucius was pounding furiously into him.

Lucius flicked his wrist and a tight leather strap was suddenly around Severus’ heavily leaking cock, “No Luc,” Severus gasped.

“Yes, you will come only when I want you to and not before,” Lucius grunted. He surreptitiously cast a spell on himself to help stave off his orgasm as well. He slowed his thrusting, finding a new rhythm, making sure to hit Severus’ prostate with each stroke. He pulled himself almost completely out before plunging back in over and over.

The building tension in Severus’ groin was becoming too much and he moaned for release.

Lucius growled and began pounding him harder as he ran his tongue up Severus spine to his neck and down to his shoulder causing Severus to shiver.

“Now, now, when I release this beautiful cock from its binding,” Lucius said, stopping the pounding but continuing to grind against his captive, “you will explode and I’m not ready for that yet.” He reached around and took the engorged, purple organ into his hand and began to slowly stroke it, thumb running up the pulsing vein and across the mushroomed head.

Severus threw his head back groaning and bucking his hips at the friction.

Lucius began to pump himself into Severus, matching the pace of his hand, “Gods you’re so tight and hot.”

On the precipice of his own orgasm, Lucius couldn’t wait, “Tell me,” he demanded as he thrust forward.

“I’m yours,” Severus gasped.

“Again,” Lucius shouted as he released himself and his lover from their confinements.

“I’m yours,” Severus screamed as his orgasm roared through his body, sending hot ropes of come from his pulsing cock onto the table in front of him, and his arse to clench around the invading organ.

Lucius could hold back no longer and howled as he coated Severus’ insides with his seed before collapsing forward onto the sweaty back before him.

Both men stayed in that position, Severus bent over the table and Lucius bent over him, gasping and trying to slow their breathing. Lucius’ milked cock slipped from its sheath and only then did find the strength to move.

He stood and cast cleansing charms over them and he helped Severus right himself, before conjuring their clothes.

Severus turned as he slipped into his pants and surveyed his lover, “Something you want to tell me Luc?”

Lucius looked at him for a moment before responding, “No,” and walking out the door leaving a very confused and sore Potions Master in his wake.

Severus waited only a moment before storming after Lucius, catching him in the kitchen. “Lucius you will stop and tell me what’s wrong.”

Lucius spun and answered, “I am not one of your students who can be so easily intimidated.”

“Luc,” Severus began, lowering his voice, “something obviously happened to cause this…reaction. I think I deserve an explanation.”

Lucius looked at Severus as though he was just noticing him. His eyes suddenly widened and he ran from the room.

Severus caught him in the hall outside the kitchen, “Lucius, talk to me.”

Lucius gave a strangled sob and cried, “I bottomed for my son.”

Severus caught Lucius as he slowly sank to his knees and looked around to make sure no one had entered the hall, “Lucius, let’s go to my room and talk. We don’t want to wake the whole house. You can tell me what’s going on and we’ll figure this out.”

Severus was sure Lucius was wrong. There was no way he would have slept with his son or that Draco would have wanted that. Besides, hadn’t Lucius always insisted that “Malfoy’s don’t bottom for anyone.”

The men walked into Severus’ room and Lucius dropped onto the couch while Severus set Silencing charms on the room and a perimeter alarm to alert him if someone was outside the door. He summoned Dobby and asked for chamomile and lavender tea for them and then settled on the couch next to the stricken man.

Dobby reappeared with the tea and served two cups before leaving the room. Noticing the distress of his former Master, he added a charm of his own to alert him if the men were in need of anything and then silently left.

Severus handed the cup to Lucius, who’s shaking hands gratefully accepted and waited for the man to compose himself enough to explain just what had brought on the nights activities. He hadn’t been subjected to that kind of domination since the Death Eater days and was very disturbed by what had happened.

Lucius took a shaky breath, place his tea on the side table and looked at his lover, “Severus, I cannot tell you how sorry I am about what just happened. I need to tell you, but…” Lucius stopped and ran into the loo, Severus hot on his heels and threw up the contents of his stomach.

Severus got a lukewarm flannel from the sink and wiped the man’s face and neck then helped him back to the couch.

“Pensieve,” Lucius said, “it’s the only way to make you understand. I can’t say it.”

Severus retrieved the pensieve that had been left to him by Albus and placed it on the table while Lucius recovered the memory he so badly wanted to bury.

Severus fell forward into the memory and watched as Lucius woke to the realisation that he was being buggered by his son and the moments after. When he resurfaced, Lucius had straightened himself up and poured fresh tea for both. He appeared more comfortable now that the memory had been extracted, so Severus bottled the silvery string and set it on the table.

“So, were you dreaming of me then?”

“As I do each night,” Lucius replied. “This night was no different and I had no idea it wasn’t you behind me until I woke to being called ‘Harry’ of all things. Apparently my son has taken a liking to Harry.” Lucius sighed.

Severus chuckled, “At least it wasn’t a Weasley.” He paused before continuing, “Lucius, neither one of you was aware of what was happening and there is no reason to be ashamed of it. It’s not as though it was purposefully done.”

“Severus,” Lucius said moving closer to the weary man, “I have done many horrible things in my days but being fucked by my son was never on that list and shouldn’t have been. If the Dark Lord himself had commanded it, I would have gladly taken my punishment for saying no.”

Severus embraced the grieving man and brought Lucius’ head to rest against his chest. He slowly ran his fingers through the luxurious hair he’d always loved and allowed Lucius to become comfortable before resuming the discussion, “Luc, from what I saw, neither you or Draco were pleased with what occurred and I see no reason for either of you to keep this memory. I will Obliviate you both if that is what you wish and no one need know about it.”

He ran his hand down the long back and rested his hand at the cleft of Lucius’ rounded arse, “Luc, I understand why you felt the need to assert your dominance and regain the control you believe you lost, but I wish you would have spoken to me before simply taking me. I would have willing submitted to you and you know that.”

Lucius layed a hand over Severus’ heart answering, “I know you would have and I’m truly sorry I did not give you the opportunity to do so. I wasn’t thinking about anything and in fact wasn’t even looking for you. I was going to find a way to rid myself of this memory, which is why I went to the lab. When I saw you, I gave no thought to what I was doing. I just reacted. I never wanted to cause you this pain or have you know my shame.”

Severus felt his shirt getting wet and knew Lucius was crying, something he’d never seen before, not even when Narcissa was killed by Voldemort in retaliation for Lucius and Draco’s defecting to the Light. He reached his hand up and tilted Lucius face upward, “You are forgiven my love. You do not need to cry.” He leaned down and kissed the trembling lips softly, waiting for Lucius to respond.

Lucius felt the love in the kiss and ran his hand up into Severus’ hair as he opened his mouth in invitation. When Severus accepted the invitation, deepening the kiss, Lucius knew he was forgiven and everything would be fine.

The men fell asleep curled up on the couch together and Dobby popped in and conjured a pillow for Severus and covered them with a soft blanket. After cleaning up the tea service, he set a charm to wake them at nine, giving them five hours of sleep and warded the room from intruders, then popped out.


Draco emerged from his shower, finally feeling clean after scrubbing many layers of skin off and vowing to rid himself of the memory as fast as possible. He’d ask Blaise to Obliviate him as he knew the boy wouldn’t question him as to the reason for it.

He cast a Tempus charm and saw that it was just two in the morning but knew he wouldn’t sleep the rest of the night. Much as he would like to take care of this now, he couldn’t, so a distraction was what was needed.

He left his room and headed for the Lab. Potions was always an easy way to lose himself and he really wanted to tweak the sleeping draught he’d been working on. He mumbled to himself about what was needed to ensure that the potion remained non-addictive but would still be effective as he walked the halls of Grimmauld Place.

He thought about the people behind each of the doors and how his life was now intertwined with theirs. He smiled as he passed Hermione and Luna’s room, hearing a soft sigh from inside. Then there was Bill’s room, where he heard more than he wanted to as he passed. At least he wouldn’t have to go far to get Blaise’s help in the morning. He couldn’t walk anywhere near his Godfather’s room, and while that bothered him some, he figured Severus wanted privacy, so he didn’t try to break the charms.

He stopped in front of Harry’s door. Obviously, his feelings for Harry were more than he’d been willing to admit. They’d been friends since his shift during the war and he’d never given it any thought beyond that.

He opened the door and looked inside. Harry was sprawled out on his back with only a sheet over his lower half. His torso was naked, uncovered and was illuminated nicely by the moonlight flowing in his window.

Draco’s breath hitched and he walked inside, closing the door. It felt a little wrong to be sneaking into Harry’s room like that, but he was drawn in and couldn’t help himself.

If he was completely honest with himself, he’d been having feelings for Harry that were far more than just friendly for that last few weeks. His happiest moment in the last month was when he’d heard that Harry and Ginny had finally split for good. He was pretty sure Harry had slept with Charlie Weasley, if the looks exchanged by the two were any indication, but they didn’t seem to be in a relationship.

He stood beside the bed watching Harry sleep. He fought the urge he had to move Harry’s hair from his brow for fear of waking the brunette, and after a few minutes, he quietly left the room.

“Draco, what in the hell were doing in Harry’s room at this time of night?” Hermione asked.

Draco blushed and released the door knob before answering, “I was looking around his room.”

“Why?”

Draco stepped closer so he wouldn’t have to raise his voice, and to give himself time to think, “His birthday’s next week and I’m trying to figure out what to get him. I thought if I could get a look around his room, something would come to mind. Unfortunately, this was the only time I could manage it, and, it didn’t work. I’m still stumped.”

Hermione was torn as to whether he was telling the truth. By all appearances he was being honest, but he’d always been a skilled liar. Still, he and Harry had been getting along for so long now that she couldn’t help but give him the benefit of the doubt.

“Well, as Harry never really had a birthday until he started coming to Hogwarts, anything you get him would be great.”

“Wait, what do you mean he didn’t have a birthday?”

“His relatives, and I use that term loosely, didn’t like to acknowledge his presence so they would either ignore the day all together or give him something horribly nasty.”

Draco was very upset at hearing this. He couldn’t imagine not having his birthday be a huge event. His parents had always made sure he felt as though he was the only person who existed in the world on his day.

So many things suddenly fell into place for him in that moment that he quickly hugged Hermione before running back to his room to firm up his plan. He knew exactly how to make Harry’s birthday special.

Hermione shook her head as she walked back into her room and curled up with Luna.

“Something wrong love?” Luna asked as she wrapped herself around Hermione.

“No, I believe I might have just done something really right,” she said kissing Luna’s head before drifting back to sleep.

The next week passed quickly and had many surprises tucked into it. First, the Twins and Remus came back, post full moon, to announce that the modified Wolfsbane potion had been a huge success.

“When Remus transformed, his body changed but he didn’t,” Fred explained.

“Severus, I don’t know what you did to the potion, but whatever, thank you so much,” Remus said as he embraced the Potions Master. The embrace broke when the sound of the Champagne cork popping from the bottle broke the silence in the room.

Remus and Severus sat in a quiet corner of the dining room sipping their champagne and discussing the specifics of the transformation.

Fred and George were discussing their plans for their new house and living situation with Lucius, as he was the only one they knew of who had ever been in a committed triad.

After a case of the bubbly had been consumed, everyone finally gave their congratulations to the trio on their commitment and Severus for the perfection of his potion and retired to their rooms.

The second surprise came the morning that Severus and Lucius finally told everyone in the house that they were indeed a couple and had been for many years. Narcissa had been their third, and while both had been committed to her, their real love had been for each other all along.

Draco was ecstatic for his father and Godfather, as it gave him hope.

The latest surprise was a prediction made by Luna at dinner two nights before Harry’s birthday.

Dinner was a less formal affair then usual that night, soup, sandwiches and ice cream for dessert. All the conversation was about Harry’s upcoming birthday and how to celebrate.

Harry didn’t want a big deal made, but everyone seemed set on having a party with decorations, cake and presents. Remus and Hermione were leading the call with the Weasley’s right behind.

Draco smiled to himself as he listened to the arguments, because he knew how the night was going to go. He and Harry had been talking during the week about what he really wanted and Draco had every intention of making sure he got it and then some.

Harry had been enjoying his mint ice cream, savoring each spoonful as he licked it out of the bowl of the spoon and rolled it around on his tongue – driving Draco crazy and causing Bill and Blaise to make a hasty retreat from the room – when Luna suddenly snapped into a rigid posture and her eyes clouded over.

Hermione, knowing her girlfriend was having a vision, calmly moved the dishes from in front of them and walked behind Luna ready to catch her when the vision released her.

“There will be new life in this house and all will be welcome. Love will change it both inside and out. Dark will become light and the old will fall.”

As the last words left her mouth, Luna collapsed into Hermione’s waiting arms and sighed.

Severus walked over, took the diminutive blonde into his arms and carried her into the Study, where he gently placed her on the couch.

Hermione followed with tea and some biscuits for Luna when she woke. She summoned any books from the Library on magical pregnancies, settled into the chair next to Luna and began to read.

“Children?” Harry said after the girls had left the room. “I guess that makes sense. I always knew Hermione would be a great mum and I suppose Luna will too. Guess that means they’ll be here for a while.” Harry was busy cleaning up the dishes from the meal and didn’t see the looks exchanged by the men at his dialogue.

“Hey guys,” he said turning to the Twins, “can you guys take the spells off your room and clean it out for the girls to use. I don’t think we can expect the Malfoys to continue sharing. Wouldn’t be fair.”


“So Harry, your birthday’s tomorrow and I was wondering if you had given any thought about what you want?”

Harry shook his head and chuckled, “I hadn’t even realised.”

“Well, I was thinking maybe we could go and have dinner somewhere nice.”

Harry looked at Draco sideways and smiled, “Draco, since when do you go for romance? I mean, I’ve seen you watching me for a couple of weeks now and not once have you asked me out. What gives?”

Draco blushed and looked down sheepishly at the floor below his feet and squirmed in his chair, “Well, at first you were with Ginny. Then it seemed like you and Charlie were a thing. When I figured out you weren’t, I didn’t think you’d really be interested in me. I mean, I figured your ‘situation’ with Charlie was a little experimentation.”

“Draco, I never experiment. I just dive in head first and figure it out as I go.” Harry sat in his favourite chair in front of the fire in the Study looked at the blonde. He had been having feelings for Draco since the Malfoys had moved into Grimmauld just after the war. “Draco, I would love to have dinner with you,” he said smiling bigger than Draco had ever seen.

The smile mad his stomach flutter like it was full of butterflies and he knew in that instance that his idea would work.

“Good, we’ll leave around half six then. Dress casual as we’ll be eating outside.”

Harry stood and leaned over Draco’s chair and placed a kiss on his cheek, “I look forward to it.”


Harry was awakened on his birthday by an insistent elf. “Dobby it’s too bloody early.”

“Mister Harry Potter sir, it’s being your birthday and Dobby is wanting to be giving you your present now.”

Harry cast Tempus and rolled over to look at the bouncing elf, “Dobby, it’s half twelve in the morning.”

“Mister Harry Potter sir is always staying up. Dobby is thinking it is being okay to give him his present now.”

Harry sighed and sat up, reaching for his glasses from the night table, be pushed up to lean against the headboard, “Sure Dobby. I’d love my present. Thank you.”

Dobby bounced up and down before climbing onto the bed. He shyly handed Harry an envelope and a box.

Harry opened the envelope thinking it was a card only to find a map, “Dobby, what is this map for?”

“I is not knowing. I is being told to give you these at your birthday sir.”

“By who?”

“Dobby is not saying who. Dobby would have to punish himself if he is saying.”

The last thing Harry wanted was for Dobby to have to punish himself so he stopped him, “That’s okay Dobby, I’ll figure it out.” He set the map aside and opened the box. Inside were bunches of cookies and tarts that had quite obviously been homemade. “Dobby, did you make these?”

Dobby bounced and smiled largely, “Dobby and the other elves is making Mister Harry Potter’s treats. We is happy to be working for Mister Harry Potter and is wanting him to know.”

Harry hugged Dobby and laughed when the elf gasped and popped from the room. He grabbed a random tart from the box and went back to studying the map. When he opened the parchment fully, a small slip of paper fell out.

Harry –

This is a map to our dinner tonight. You only need to bring yourself. Everything else will be taken care of. I’ll be waiting.

Draco

Harry smiled and studied the map for a bit before settling in to sleep. He was looking forward to his dinner with Draco more than anything he’d ever anticipated. He fell asleep with a lovely smile on his face and woke up hours later with the same smile.


Presents covered the kitchen table for Harry and he loved sifting through them all. His friends knew him so well, that he wasn’t surprised by the amount of sweets and jokes he got. The Twins, of course, supplied the jokes and they had really gone all out.

Hermione and Luna had given Harry a series of books to add to his Library about Light and Dark Magic as well as Earth Magic.

Severus and Lucius had given Harry a new set of dress robes and a potions set that would be a nice addition to the basement lab.

Remus had given Harry a box of mementos of his parents and Sirius’. It included photo albums, his baby books, old school texts and Lily’s diary from Harry’s first year of life.

Charlie, Bill and Blaise gave Harry Quidditch supplies and broom mending kit. His lovely Firebolt had been neglected as of late since he’d been occupied by other things.

After a wonderful breakfast, Harry settled down in the Library to shelve his new books and spend some time with his map. Charlie came in and sat down watching Harry handle the books with a reverence he’d only seen Hermione use.

“So Harry, how’s your birthday so far?”

“Great. Thanks again for the great Quidditch stuff. I can’t wait to get out on my broom again.”

Charlie smiled and said, “I think there’s something else you’re anticipating more though.”

Harry blushed and sat on the couch next to him, “Charlie, I um, I sort of have a date tonight.”

“I know. I helped him plan the night for you.”

Harry was surprised, “You did? Why?”

Charlie laughed and pulled Harry into a one armed hug, “Harry, your happiness is all any of us has ever wanted. Now that you have that chance, how can I not help?”

Harry sat back and looked at the smiling Weasley who went on to explain, “He came to me about a week ago to ask if we were dating and when I told him we weren’t, he asked if I thought he had a chance. I told him I thought he was the only one who had a chance. That the way the two of you had been looking at each other made me think neither one of you would be looking at anyone else anytime soon.”

He leaned in and kissed Harry softly on the mouth, “Have a wonderful night love,” and left.

Harry arrived at the map’s end at exactly seven, as expected and discovered he was in a place he knew well, the gardens of Malfoy Manor. The house had been leveled during a fierce battle, but the Gardens remained intact and gorgeous. Roses of every colour and variety were easily cultivated there and filled the air with their rich bouquet. Harry found himself stopping to ‘smell the roses’ as he wound his way through the garden. He gently caressed the petals of the flowers as he poked his nose into the buds and inhaled deeply.

He was mumbling to himself about the beauty inherent in the simplicity of nature when he heard a throat cleared behind him. He turned to see Draco, standing in front of a blanket, surrounded by candles.

Draco was dressed casually in dark grey linen slacks and a lighter grey linen button down shirt with the top two buttons left open. In his hand, he held a single red rose, extended toward a stunned Harry.

“Happy Birthday Harry,” Draco said, sounding very nervous. “I had Dobby make some of your favourites for dinner and thought we could enjoy the clear night by eating outside. If you’d rather…”

Harry had begun walking toward Draco the minute he heard the tremor in the blonde’s voice and interrupted his nervous rambling by taking the rose and softly saying, “Thank you. This is a wonderful surprise.”

Draco sighed in relief and said, “I’m glad you like it. I was afraid you’d be disappointed that we weren’t in a restaurant.” He took Harry’s hand and led him to the blanket and sat down.

Harry set his rose down and accepted a glass of wine while looking around them at the garden. “Draco, this garden is amazing. How is it untouched?”

Draco smiled and looked around as he handed Harry a plate of food, “Well, its got its own magical protections thanks to the fairies that inhabit the gardens, but I have also been coming back and working on it once a week. This is my favourite place and is where I go when I need to relax or need to think. I’ve been growing these roses since I was six.” Talk continued easily while the boys ate and they found they had much more in common than they would ever have believed.

The bottle of wine was finished with dessert and Draco stood, helping Harry up and suggested a walk around the gardens. Holding hands while they walked, Draco kept a running commentary about each type of rose – name, meaning, growth rate, when it was planted – and Harry had to wonder if there was more to this dinner than just a date.

“Draco, what’s wrong?” Harry asked quietly pulling the boy to a stop.

Draco looked at the joined hands and took a deep breath before looking into Harry’s emerald eyes. He found himself looking into a beautiful, if not shy, smile and couldn’t help himself. He leaned into Harry and placed a soft kiss on his lips. When he began to pull back, Harry took his free hand and pulled Draco’s head in closer, running his hand through the soft, silky tresses, and renewed the kiss.

Draco stepped into Harry and wrapped his free arm around the brunette’s waist, holding him firmly against his body and traced his tongue along Harry’s bottom lip seeking entry.

Harry welcomed the motion and opened his mouth, allowing Draco to explore the warm cavern.

Draco’s tongue began its quest to map every surface of Harry’s mouth, and when it finally connected with Harry’s, both men moaned in pleasure at the electricity of the moment.

Unfortunately, air became a problem and Harry broke the kiss, breathing heavy as he slid his hand from Draco’s hair. “That was the best birthday gift I’ve ever gotten.”

Draco chuckled, “Glad you liked it. We should probably head back home now.”

“Draco, answer me something first. Why did you and your father actually come and stay at Grimmauld? I mean you’ve got lots of properties from what I’ve heard. Why stay in a house full of randy wizards that you’ve never really gotten on with?”

Draco pulled Harry back toward the picnic area by their still joined hands as he answered, “Because of you and Severus. You see, my father and Godfather have been in love longer than he and my mother knew each other, hence the triad. My mother didn’t really have a problem with it once she had me, but didn’t really want it getting out about their arrangement. No they don’t have to hide, so since Sev was going to be at Grimmauld, my father said he would be.”

They returned to their picnic area, noting that everything had been cleaned up while they had taken their walk. Draco grabbed the small box that had been left inside the candlelight perimeter and pulled Harry along to the apparition point as he continued, “When father told me where he was going, I told him he wasn’t going without me. He asked why and I told him if it gave me the chance to be closer to you, then I was going. We had a talk and I confessed my feelings for you and he told me if it made me happy, he would help me in any way he could. So there we were.”

“So that’s why you were so quiet when you first got there; because I was still with Ginny.”

Draco nodded.

“And then with Charlie.”

Draco nodded again.

“Charlie was my first. I hadn’t even realised I was gay until I walked in on the Twins and Remus the night I finally split with Ginny. I was too nervous to approach you myself when I realised how I felt and I have always been so comfortable with Charlie, so when he started making his advances, I just went with it.”

They arrived at the apparition point and Draco stopped, “I can understand that. My first was Oliver Wood. We had met outside of Hogwarts after our second year at a Quidditch match. We got into a heated debate over the skill of one of the players and the next thing I knew we were snogging each other’s lips off. The match lasted the weekend and by the end of it, he and I had shagged.”

Harry laughed and leaned in, planting a kiss on Draco lips, “So where to now?”

“Home. There’s more to this night than just this picnic. It’s only nine after all, and your birthday isn’t officially over for three hours.”

As the door opened to Grimmauld, Harry was greeted by the shout of “Surprise” and confetti and balloons falling from the ceiling. He was grabbed by hands and drawn into the crowd of people in the house and given kisses, hugs and congratulations on his birthday.

Draco watched as Harry was swallowed by the crowd flowing into the living room and moved around them to find his way into the kitchen. He found Dobby and thanked him for the amazing dinner and then headed back to the party.

Harry was enjoying the party when Draco walked back in. He was accepting a huge bag of treats from Honeydukes from Ginny before she wandered over to him.

“Draco, I gather from the fact that Harry has snog face and you two came in together that you are together now. I’m happy if that’s what he wants but if you hurt him, I’ll hex your bollocks off faster than you can blink,” she said before smiling and walking away.

Draco blushed hoping no one else had heard her and made his way through the gathering to talk to Blaise and Bill.

The party was still going strong two hours later when Draco decided he wanted the last hour of the night with Harry, so he discreetly signaled the birthday boy and stepped out of the room. Harry followed suit, excusing himself from the conversation he was in with the Twins.

As he stepped out of the room, Draco took his hand and led him up the stairs, without saying a word until they reached Harry’s room.

“Harry, I wanted this day to be perfect for you.” He handed Harry the box he’d been carrying since dinner and when Harry opened it, all air left his lungs.

Inside the box, nestled in the softest silk, was a beautiful necklace holding an exquisite Hungarian Horntail with Emerald eyes. Draco slipped it out of the box and around Harry neck explaining, “This is the moment I knew I wanted you. When I saw the Horntail begin to attack, I wanted to hex it from the stands to protect you. When I saw this, the eyes reminded me of yours and I knew I had to give this to you. I’ve been hiding it for the past four years.”

Harry had no words to express his feelings so he simply pulled Draco into his body and kissed him until they both pulled away gasping.

Draco opened Harry’s door and Harry gasped. The entire room with lit with dozens of candles and rose petals were scattered over the floor and bed.

Draco led Harry into the room, closed and warded the door, and pushed him back to sit on the bed. “Harry, I know this is a little presumptuous of me, but I really hoped we could end this night together. I was hoping we could start this new year of your life as a couple.”

Harry was thrilled and in answer, pulled Draco to stand between his legs, “Nothing would make me happier.” He leaned in and kissed Draco, softly at first and then slipping his tongue into the waiting warmth of Draco’s mouth.

Hands began to roam over both bodies as the men divested each other of the clothes that were keeping them separated. Shirts and pants quickly found their way to a pile on the floor and when finally only clad in boxers, they climbed up onto the bed getting settled in the center after getting rid of the petals from the bed.

Draco propped himself up on one arm, looking down at Harry’s flushed face, and traced a finger down his jaw, “Gods you are beautiful.” He leaned down and ran his lips across the trail his finger had blazed and nipped Harry’s chin before moving down to his neck and sucking on the sensitive skin at the juncture with his collar bone.

Harry moaned as Draco raked his fingernails over his pebbled nipples and pinched each peak before soothing them by running his tongue over the pinked skin. He slowly ran his tongue down Harry’s torso to his bellybutton, circling it before dipping his tongue in.

He looked up at Harry as he slipped his fingers below the waistband of Harry’s silk boxers, questioning whether he should continue. Harry read the question in his eyes and nodded, so Draco slid the material down slowly, releasing Harry’s hard length. He placed a kiss on the tip, causing Harry to hiss in his breath and buck his hips, before moving down his legs to fully remove the impeding material.

With the offending material on the floor, Draco stretched out next to Harry and ran his hand down to the neglected organ. He wrapped the purpling skin in his hand and pumped up and down a couple of times before running his thumb over the tip gathering the pre-cum and spreading it down the shaft.

Harry held onto Draco as though his life depended on it. He just about levitated when Draco slipped his fingers over his sack and down to his puckered entrance, sliding back and forth teasing the hole.

Draco took Harry’s earlobe in his mouth and sucked on it before saying, “Harry, I want you inside me. I want to give myself to you in every way.”

Harry looked at Draco and said, “Are you sure? I’ve never topped and I don’t want to hurt you.”

Draco smiled and caressed Harry’s face, “I’m positive. I’ve never bottomed for anyone. I want you to be the first. The first and only.”

Harry leaned up and kissed Draco passionately, sending all the nervous energy he was feeling into the kiss as he slipped Draco’s boxers off and threw them to the floor. He tried to remember everything Charlie had done, so as not to hurt Draco, but when his erection brushed Draco’s, all thought left his head and he could only feel.

After rolling them over so he was above Draco’s exquisite body, he summoned his Strawberry lube from the bedside table and coated his fingers before wrapping them around Draco’s cock and pumping it until it was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum. Not wanting to lose any, Harry bent down and captured the purpled head in his mouth and sucked on it, causing Draco to moan and buck his hips.

While his tongue teased the thick organ, Harry slid his slick fingers over Draco’s tightening sack to his pink hole. He ran his finger tip around the entrance before slowly sliding it in and pumping it a couple of times.

As Draco lay writhing under his ministrations, Harry admired how his skin, pale and glowing in the candlelight, contrasted his own tan. His angelic face lost in the pleasure Harry was giving him, eyes closed, mouth slightly open and hands clutching the blanket below him. When Harry inserted a second finger, Draco gasped and brought his hips up off the bed.

Harry positioned himself at Draco’s entrance before saying, “Dray are you sure?”

“Gods yes…please don’t stop now,” Draco panted.

Harry slowly breeched the virgin hole and pause to let Draco’s body adjust to him, before pushing in further. Each push was paired with a pause until he was fully seated. He leaned down and kissed Draco with everything he was worth as he began to pump his hips, both bodies, glistening with sweat, sliding against each other.

Harry raised Draco’s hip slightly and wrapped his legs around his hips, causing Draco’s eyes to roll back in his head when Harry hit his sweet spot time and again.

“Draco, you’re so tight and hot. It’s amazing.”

Draco moaned and thrust his hips up, meeting Harry, while his impossibly hard cock leaked on his stomach waiting for attention.

“Oh gods Harry, I’m so close. Harder….more….deeper.”

Harry followed his request and sped up his pace. He grasped Draco’s lonely cock and pumped it in time with his hips. Feeling his lover ready to climax, he ran his thumb over his slit and sent the blonde to heaven. Draco’s orgasm crashed over him and sent his seed shooting from him, onto his stomach and coating Harry’s hand.

As the clock struck midnight, Harry followed, after being squeezed mercilessly by Draco’s clenching muscles. He howled as he coated the hot tunnel he was encased in and then collapsed on the gasping body below him.

“Did I hurt you?”

Draco kissed Harry and wrapped his hands in his hair, “You were amazing. I hope your birthday was everything you wanted it to be.”

“It couldn’t have been better. Thank you so much for trusting me,” Harry stretched out against Draco and rested his head over his heart.

Draco ran his fingers through Harry’s tangled hair and as they quietly layed together. As Harry’s breathing started to slow, Draco flicked his wrist, extinguishing the candles and giving the room to the darkness.

“Draco?”

“Yes love?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too Harry.”