[From Litha to Lammas]: Covet, Harry/lots of people, R, 3/4
Part Two.
Part One.
Title: Covet (3/4)
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and associates own these characters. I am writing this story for fun and not profit.
Pairings: Harry/Theodore, Harry/Blaise, Harry/Draco/Astoria, Draco/Astoria, Harry/Zacharias, Harry/Luna
Content Notes: Humor, not epilogue-compliant, polyamory, harem fic, magically powerful Harry, screwed-up wizarding law, angst, brief violence
Rating: R
Wordcount: This part 6700
Summary: It turns out that, when various people begin asking Harry for legal and magical shelter, he has the power to marry them all as per an ancient Ministry law that says the conqueror of a Dark Lord can have multiple spouses. Harry knows the marriages are in name only, and it’s not like they require sex, just a magical oath. He thinks he’s doing very well at resisting temptation, not realizing what a temptation he is himself.
Author’s Notes: This is one of my “From Litha to Lammas” fics being posted between the summer solstice and the first of August this year. As you can see from the summary, this fic is not meant to be taken entirely seriously. It should have four parts.
Thank you again for all the reviews!
Part Three
“So, why are we here?”
Harry turned away from the fireplace mantel that he’d have liked to lean on until the flames consumed him. “Luna said something last night that I-maybe I was wrong about. Maybe she was right about. Maybe I’ve been ignoring for too long.”
They all looked at him from the middle of the great drawing room on the second floor of Grimmauld Place. Kreacher had redecorated this particular one in purple and black, and Harry thought Theodore’s pale face and Luna’s hair in particular shone against it. Blaise had a heavy black robe on as if he was cold, and Harry frowned. He’d told Kreacher to add healing herbs to his food. Maybe he needed a Pepper-Up.
Draco and Astoria were sitting in heavy oak chairs next to each other, hands entwined. Harry bit his lip as he looked at them. If Draco hadn’t been the one to come and tell him that he and Astoria were thinking about sharing Harry-shit, that memory made it hard to concentrate-than Harry would have been sure he was mistaken. They looked so content and in love as they sat there together. How could he come between them?
I’ll tell you how, said what sounded like an alien voice in his mind, and he pictured himself thrashing on the bed that he’d never slept with Luna on last night, Astoria riding above him like Luna had, Draco between his legs-
Harry had to avert his eyes, coughing, but not before he saw something like hope on Astoria’s face and Draco nodding significantly to him.
“Wrong about what?”
Zach was the one who had asked the first question, and he was asking this one. Harry turned to him with some relief. Zach just wanted someone who would care for him. That couldn’t make Harry have fantasies as dirty as he’d just done about Draco and Astoria.
Then he remembered the part about Zach telling Draco he wanted to suck Harry’s cock, and had to close his eyes.
“Harry, are you all right?”
It was Blaise, concerned but not as frantic as Zach might have sounded, and Harry took a deep breath and managed to open his eyes. “Yes, I’m fine, but like I said, I may have made a mistake. I need you to tell me if I did.”
“What mistake?” Theodore asked, shifting a little in his own chair. Harry didn’t dare glance at him. He’d had fantasies about Theodore several days longer than the rest of them. They’d make him react in front of everyone.
Several days longer.
Harry wanted to laugh like mad at the thought of that-that his life had changed so much in only a few weeks, with only a few days between the weddings-but he choked it back. They would think he was mad if he started, because he wouldn’t be able to stop.
“He thought that he was being good and noble, and resisting the temptation to throw you on the bed and ram it in,” Luna said helpfully from her place near the fire. “He only slept with me because I stripped off my robes in front of him and he could pretend that he hadn’t married me out of some sense of obligation. He’s convinced that that’s what it is with the rest of you. That you don’t really want him.”
There was a long silence. Harry glared hard at Luna. She smiled back and sipped from a cup of tea Kreacher had brought her.
“It’s not fair.”
Harry pivoted to face Zach, burning with shame and yet also with relief. “I also agree. Just because Luna said that doesn’t mean you should feel obligated to sleep with me.”
“No, that’s not what I meant.” Zach was scowling at Luna in a way that made Harry scramble to remember if he’d been among the students who bullied her when they were all at Hogwarts. It looked very personal. “Why did you sleep with her and not me? Or her and not the rest of us?”
Harry stared at him. Luna clucked her tongue and shook her head. “I don’t think you’re very attractive with your mouth open like that, Harry.”
Harry shut his mouth and dragged a hand over his face. “Because you married me for protection, Zach. What kind of monster would I be if I tried to drag sex into it?”
“Someone who’s finally seen what we’ve been trying to tell him for days?” Blaise volunteered. “I tell you, it gets cold wandering around without my shirt in the mornings. I thought you’d give in and shag me long before this. But if it’s finally out in the open, I can work with that.” He looked at Harry and licked his lips, then glanced around the drawing room. “What kind of schedule is fair to all of us and yet also fair to Harry? We don’t want to wear him out.”
Harry stared at him. “You can’t want me.”
“He only has the one mirror in his room,” Draco told Blaise. “You can’t blame him.”
“Yes, I can.” Blaise folded his arms. “He has to have noticed the way that most of us kissed him at our weddings and the way I practically swooned whenever he does wandless magic.”
“I thought you were getting a cold!”
Blaise leaned so far back that he was staring straight up at the ceiling, and then knocked his head gently against the back of the chair. Harry glared at him in silence. “Well, I did.”
“We want you,” Astoria said. There was a blush on her cheeks, and Harry experienced a momentary relief that she at least wasn’t going to say it as openly as Draco and Luna had. But she did say, “That was another factor in marrying you, for the two of us, besides the opportunity to get out of Malfoy Manor. We would be happy to have you come to our bed. To come to yours. Both at a time and one at a time.” She ducked her head. “My lord.”
“But why?” Harry asked, and he hoped that he didn’t sound as plaintive as the words felt in his head. “Draco, we loathed each other in Hogwarts. Astoria, I didn’t know you at all. Zach, we didn’t get along. Theodore and Blaise-”
“You didn’t know us, I know, except as Slytherins who irritated you,” Theodore said quietly. “But you’re forgetting our side of the equation, Harry.”
“What do you mean?”
“Some of us,” said Theodore, with a quick glance at Draco that made Draco turn his head away, “could see you as more than an annoying Gryffindor. We could admire your skill on a broom, and your magic. And when you won the war, that admiration only grew. I would have happily gone to bed with you when we were back at Hogwarts for our eighth year, but you didn’t notice anyone except Weasley then.”
Harry shrugged. He wasn’t going to apologize for his fling with Ginny, “fling” though it had turned out to be. They’d only drifted apart because Harry had wanted to become an Auror and Ginny had wanted to play Quidditch, and those careers required so much intense concentration that they didn’t have much left for each other.
Besides, Harry had wanted someone who would be home every night, since he didn’t always know if he would be.
That jolted him into another realization. He’d been coming home every night for the past weeks and shutting his front door with a deep jolt of satisfaction.
And the satisfaction had only grown deeper as more people asked to marry into his-family, he thought of it that way. He could sense all their different gifts, their auras.
Stepping into a full house sowed contentment in his bones.
Harry wondered if he should admit that or not. But he had better things to concentrate on, so he said as gently as he could, “You didn’t have to ask me to marry you, though. I probably would have been open to most of you just coming to me and asking…”
He trailed off. Theodore was smirking at him. “Asking you to please throw us on the bed and fuck us? You haven’t done that even though we are legally married now. And you wouldn’t have wanted to interfere in Draco and Astoria’s bond. And it might have ended up a fling like you had with Weasley.”
Harry hesitated, but he had to ask. “And would that have been so bad?”
Theodore sat down abruptly and glanced around. “Who wants to explain it to him? I’m out of patience.”
Harry narrowed his eyes, but Luna spoke up and saved the day again. “We want something permanent with you, Harry. We want protection and friends and sex and being all together. Maybe even more literally than just being friends.” She rolled over on her stomach and looked with interest at Astoria.
Harry hadn’t even finished blushing when Zach blurted out exactly, “Yes! That’s it! I told you why I wanted to be here, Harry.” He was flushing himself, probably because he thought that the details about his family were a bit too intimate yet to repeat in front of the others, but his eyes remained steady. “Why do you think I’d want to give that up, even when the immediate danger passes?”
“Did any of you lie about why you wanted to be here?” Harry asked.
His voice had gone low. His spouses exchanged glances. Then Draco shook his head. “No. At least, Astoria and I didn’t. I didn’t find Mother and Father’s interference and insinuations as irritating as she did, but I did want to get away from them.”
“You know I didn’t lie,” Zach said.
Harry had to nod. The breaking of Zach’s mask had been too violent for that. “I know.”
“I was really in danger from Umbridge,” Blaise said. “And you’re-your power, Harry. Merlin, I want to feel you above me, fucking in, looking down at me and-”
“Blaise.”
Blaise shot him a smile so filthy that Harry had to stiffen all his muscles so he wouldn’t make an unfortunate movement. “I didn’t lie,” Blaise added. “But it’s true that I might not have thought of this if Theodore hadn’t already married you.”
“You know I was telling the truth,” Luna said, and smiled at him from where she was lying so that her face was upside-down. “I just don’t know why all the others tried to manipulate their way around you instead of approaching you with what they wanted.”
“We already said that,” Theodore muttered. “Because he would have had a nice little fling with us, and not given us even half of what we wanted.”
Harry turned to face Theodore, the one who in some ways had started all of this. “I know that you weren’t lying,” he said quietly. “The way you talked about your father conveyed real fear. But-why in the world did you want to marry me instead of just asking for a place under the Fidelius and my protection?” Now that he thought about it, he should have been more suspicious about the amount of research Theodore had done on the ancient law that the conqueror of a Dark Lord could have multiple spouses.
“Hasn’t anyone else convinced you yet?”
“You all have your own reasons. And I thought yours hinged solely on fear of your father.”
“I already did tell you that I would have fucked you in our eighth year-”
“Which was seven years ago.”
Theodore tilted his head in recognition, and leaned forwards in his chair. Harry found himself bracing, which was weird. He didn’t think Theodore was a danger to him. And even if he had wanted to stab Harry in the stomach after getting close or something, then Harry’s wandless magic, drifting around him, would have flared like it did with the dog-man and thrown him across the room.
Harry’s cock suggested some of the ways that Theodore could get close to him that would involve only a gentler kind of stabbing. Harry told his cock to shut up.
“Sometimes attraction doesn’t fade with the passing years,” Theodore murmured. “Sometimes it only deepens and grows, and it turns out that your younger self knew more than your older one.” He raked his gaze up and down Harry’s body and shivered like Blaise tended to for a second. “Sure, you had your fame, but that rather obscured most people’s view of you. It was after the war, when you didn’t feel like you had to live up to your fame or fight a Dark wizard trying to destroy you anymore, that I really saw you.
“And I realized that you were loyal to people not because you needed allies or because that was what was expected of you as a Gryffindor, but because that was the kind of person you were. You’re powerful, you’re honorable-”
“So honorable it’s kind of annoying,” muttered Draco.
Theodore glared at him. “Shut up. You can tell him why you fell for him later. It’s my turn right now.”
Draco slumped lower in his chair, face red. Astoria put her hand on his shoulder and said in her clear voice, “Yes, but it’s our turn at six tonight.”
“Why?” Blaise demanded. “Why is it their turn then? That’s not fair.”
“We claimed it,” Draco said. “Deal with it.”
“When is it my turn?” Zach asked, frowning. “Tomorrow? I don’t mind that, but I think we should discuss it instead of just assuming.”
“Wait,” Harry tried to say, but Luna was talking.
“Is this the way they handle it in houses with a lot of marriages? We make a schedule? I don’t think it should be so automatic. Perhaps we can set it by phases of the moon. That would give Harry some time to recover in between.”
“I was trying,” Theodore said in a strained voice, “to tell him something.”
“Yes, yes, very romantic, but this is more important, now that he’s finally woken up and understood that we do want to shag him,” Blaise said, and turned to Draco, who was smirking at him. “Is this like the time in sixth year all over again, Draco?”
Draco sniffed. “What time was that, Zabini? The time when I pleased more lovers than you in one night, or the time when I snatched up the woman you were maybe sort of someday contemplating marrying?”
“What?” Astoria asked, a blush starting to life in her cheeks. “You-you wanted to marry me, Blaise?”
“It was a thought,” Blaise said, and gazed at her in a way that made Astoria glance down at her lap.
“A thought he didn’t act on fast enough.” Draco flicked a strand of hair over his shoulder. Even that, he found attractive, Harry realized in a little fit of despair. “I got the one girl you ever thought about marrying, Blaise. And the first shag from our husband.”
“I mean, technically I had that,” Luna pointed out.
“Yes, but I married him first,” Blaise retorted, and Draco’s eyes darkened.
Harry saw nothing for it, and coiled his power around him and then aimed a bolt at the ceiling. The drawing room shook, and dust drifted down from somewhere, which frankly amazed Harry, given how dedicated Kreacher was to cleaning now. He hoped he hadn’t conjured the dust to make it more dramatic. His magic did that sometimes, and frankly it was a bit embarrassing.
But then, so many things about this situation made him want to go hide in a hole and pull the hole in after him, he thought, as his spouses turned to stare at him in shock.
“Have you asked me whether I want to shag you?” he asked.
“Oh, please, Harry, it’s been all over your face for ages,” Blaise said impatiently. “We married you for protection and independence and all the rest, sure. But-why not share a bed? Theodore was explaining what we found appealing about you-”
“Yes, I was, so if you could let me get back to that-”
“Put in something about how his sense of honor is appealing, too,” Zach interjected, giving Harry a soft smile that he couldn’t help returning.
“Yes, but there’s so much of it,” said Blaise, with a small pout.
“He also has a big cock,” Luna chimed in.
“Argh,” said Harry, or some noise that would probably be written that way, as he dragged his hands down his face.
“Anyway,” said Theodore, repressively enough that everyone else actually fell silent. They were probably just startled, but Theodore spoke hastily. “Why not have everything we wanted? I thought about approaching you and asking for marriage, but besides the fact that I knew other people wanted to marry you-”
“Oh, as if you’re that unselfish, Theo,” Draco snapped.
“If someone would let me get three words into a sentence before interrupting me,” Theodore said, “they might find that unselfishness is a very small part of my reasons.” He turned back to Harry, and Harry staggered where he leaned against mantel. He felt as if he were looking into Theodore’s eyes for the first time, as if they were back in the shadow of the oak tree where they’d married.
“I know you want a big family,” Theodore said softly. “I grew up almost alone in my parents’ house. My mother died when I was a baby. My father was kind to me when he thought he could control me, but he abandoned me entirely when the Dark Lord came back, and then when he wanted to control me, he…did what I told you about. Why not have a big family? I enjoy it.”
“Yeah, if that was true, that little muscle beneath your eye wouldn’t be twitching,” Blaise said.
“I didn’t say I enjoyed all the consequences of it,” Theodore said, frowning at him. Then he turned back to Harry with a sigh. “But some of them. And-I’ve been happier in the last two weeks than I ever have in my life.”
“Even though you’re in hiding from your father? Even though he could hurt you?” Harry glanced around. “Even though apparently you wanted to share my bed, and wandering up and down the corridor shirtless was the best way you could think to do it?”
“Next time,” Theodore said tightly, “I’ll be more direct.”
“Why was Luna the first one to ask me directly?”
“Some of us did. And you ignored us.” Blaise had his arms folded.
Harry swallowed. That was true. And now that he thought about it, now that he let himself realize it, it had been entirely deliberate. He glanced away and found himself wishing the window showed a more interesting view so he could stare out of it.
“Harry? What is it?”
That was Astoria, her voice gentle. Harry glanced back at her and said what he was thinking before he could stop himself. Now that he knew they were serious, his spouses had been more than direct enough. The least he could do was be forthright himself. “I didn’t want to let myself take it seriously.”
“Why not?”
“I-I want it so much.” Harry closed his eyes. He couldn’t look at them right now, even if he was facing in the right direction. “The idea that I could have a house full of people who want me, who care for me?” He wasn’t going to speak of love yet. He had no idea if it was the right word. “And who care for each other?”
He actually didn’t know if that was true except in the case of Draco and Astoria, but it was irrelevant to the point he wanted to make. He took a shaky breath, and continued. “I wanted it. But I knew that if I let myself believe in it, I would be crushed when it ended.”
“Why should it end?” Theodore asked.
Harry did have to stare at him, because he remembered the reassurances Theodore had spun for him when he first brought the idea of the marriage to Harry. “You said, over and over, that it would only last a year and a day. That’s the term of all the marriages. You said it so many times I was pretty sure that you were relieved it would only last that long.”
“I said that over and over again because you looked like you were about to bolt,” Theodore said. “It was a way to entice you into the marriage. And, of course the rites we undertook only last a year and a day. But there’s no reason they can’t be renewed.”
“It’s a good thing, really,” said Blaise, and stretched in a way that made Harry look at him and let his eyes roam over Blaise’s muscles. Finally, the way Blaise apparently wanted. “We get to see how we deal with each other, and whether some people can keep their mouths shut about things that happened in sixth year that are frankly none of their business-”
“Whether we can tolerate people who are just jealous of what we managed to secure,” Draco said.
“Whether we can stand living in a house with this many people,” said Zach.
“Whether we all make friends,” Luna said brightly.
“Whether we still want the marriages at the end of the year and a day,” said Astoria. She was sitting upright in her chair and radiating what might be pure happiness. Harry didn’t know her well enough to say. “Really, it’s perfect when you think about it. We don’t have a permanent bond that might end in divorce. We can evaluate again and again.”
Harry locked his hands together behind his back. It was let them tremble in plain sight otherwise, and he didn’t think his spouses would like that. They were counting on him to be strong.
Maybe. Maybe there’s all sorts of things they’ll like, that you’ll figure out together.
That actually didn’t sound much like the voice of his cock, but it was also one that Harry wasn’t inclined to listen to at the moment. He licked his lips and said, “I really need-it’s stupid, but I need to hear you say it. That you want, at least for now, to stay with me, and sleep with me, and you don’t need me to be as honorable as I was.”
“Please be dishonorable all over me,” Blaise said, and spread his legs.
“I want you,” Theodore said. “Like I said, this is the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”
“You just needed a little push.” Luna sounded kind.
“We have an appointment at six,” said Draco, and Astoria nodded right along with him, leaning her head against his shoulder and looking at Harry with a look that now he could let himself recognize as hunger.
“And can I ask for one for five tomorrow?” Zach was nervous, but he smiled in a way that was probably intended to be flirtatious when Harry met his eyes.
Harry laughed, and a few of his spouses froze, but then they seemed to realize he wasn’t laughing at them.
“Six it is,” he said to Draco and Astoria, and glanced at Zach. “Five it is.” He glanced at Theodore and Blaise. “If you-whenever you want to. If you really want me-I can’t tell you what kind of joy that is.”
It seemed he didn’t need to. From the smiles he was getting from all over the room, they felt their own version of it.
*
“Harry. Please come in.”
Harry studied Draco’s face for a second as he stepped into the bedroom Draco and Astoria had been sharing. For a moment, he wondered if Draco wanted to call this whole thing off. His hands were shaking and he was looking away from Harry as he went to stand by the fire.
“Don’t mind him, he’s just nervous,” Astoria said, from where she was sitting up in the middle of the bed. She was partially wrapped in a white nightgown that flickered as transparently as Luna’s robes with the fire behind them. Harry stood there and admired the curve of her breasts, and Astoria tucked her chin against her collarbone and smiled at him. “He’s never been with a man before.”
Harry started and turned back to Draco. That was something he’d assumed without thinking about it. Then again, if someone had asked him before yesterday, he would have thought Luna had had sex, too. “Do you need to wait? Or just watch?”
“Damn it,” Draco muttered to the fire, and turned back with a sigh. “No. I really want to be with you.”
“And he wants it one specific way,” Astoria tattled, unwinding her hair so that it hung in a long cascade down her back. Harry came forwards and lifted a curl of it with his fingertips, smelling it. It had a distinct apple smell that he supposed came from her shampoo.
“What specific way?” Harry asked.
Draco was silent, and so was Astoria. Harry sat down on the bed beside her and beckoned Draco closer. Draco walked over to him and stood there, worrying his lip with his teeth.
“Hey,” Harry said gently, looking up at him. “In a way, this is as new to me as to you.”
“You said that you’d been with both men and women before.”
“Sure. But never with two people at the same time. Of whatever combination.”
Draco’s eyes widened, and he turned to Astoria for a second, silently communing in the way that married couples sometimes did, in Harry’s experience.
Probably the way that Theodore and I communicate, too.
Well, now that some things had been hashed out in the conversation earlier, Harry thought that he could hope for silent conversations with the rest of his spouses, too.
“Oh, dear.” Astoria was stroking her thigh with a rippling motion of her fingers. “Maybe what Draco wants isn’t going to be possible, then. We were more or less counting on you to take the lead. My lord.” She ducked her head. “We assumed that you were much more sexually experienced than either of us.”
“Once we cracked that damn noble armor,” Draco muttered.
Harry rolled his eyes. “Why don’t you tell me what you want, and I’ll tell you whether I would be comfortable with it?”
Draco and Astoria exchanged glances and shrugs, followed by a decisive nod from Astoria. Draco turned to face Harry. “Astoria would like you to-to lick her,” he said, his cheeks turning so brilliant a red that Harry would have thought he was about to start yelling if it had happened in Hogwarts. “Luna told her you’re brilliant at it, evidently. And then-”
“Yes?” Harry kept his voice low, but let them hear the arousal in it. Then again, they could probably already see him stirring and lengthening.
“I’d like to fuck Astoria while you fuck me.”
Harry smiled slowly as he sat up. “I think that would be more than acceptable,” he said. “I really enjoy getting my mouth between a woman’s legs. And you have a magnificent arse, Draco. Now that we’re all grown-up and I can let myself appreciate it.”
Draco shuddered, but Harry thought that was far more about finally having got out the words and not having been rejected for it than Harry’s wording. “You’re pretty magnificent yourself,” he said, his eyes lingering on Harry’s erection.
“Now that we’re all part of a mutual admiration society,” Astoria said, leaning back expectantly, “are we going to start?”
For all her impatience, she didn’t appear to have expected it when Harry bent down, spread her legs, lifted up the nightgown, and licked her from her clit down.
Astoria shrieked, and then tried to clamp her legs around his head. Harry allowed it, but only part of the way. He did need to breathe, after all. And then he snaked his tongue out and began to lick her a lot more relentlessly than he’d licked Luna. He had the feeling that Astoria might like this better.
And if she didn’t, well, they could always talk about it.
The feeling of triumph that followed that thought was complemented by his triumph at the way Astoria struggled with her pleasure. She wanted it, Harry could feel that in the tightening and surging of her muscles, but at the same time, she seemed to think she had to be demure about it. Harry glanced up through her legs to see her stuffing her fist in her mouth, turning her head away with her cheeks flushed like autumn leaves.
Harry smiled and angled his tongue to make sure that he was lightly touching her clit, then hummed.
Astoria shrieked again. Draco came to sit on the bed next to her, naked, holding her hands away from her mouth as he kissed her palm.
“Come on, love, let yourself have this,” he whispered.
Or Harry thought he said that. He was rather busy burying his mouth deep and might have missed something.
Astoria took a few more moments to come apart around him. She was quiet when she did finally come, but Harry looked up at her as her muscles pulsed around his tongue and saw her lips parted, her chest lifting with one great breath. He licked her until she made a movement of discomfort, and then pulled back and smirked at her.
“You look so self-satisfied right now,” she muttered, clenching her hand in Draco’s hair and peering down at Harry through the tangles of her own.
“I really enjoy that,” Harry confessed. He knelt up and began to undress. He’d worn just a set of loose robes and his pants, because he could walk barefoot around their own house if he wanted to and he knew he’d be getting naked when he arrived. “And I have the impression that you liked me sort of…diving in without discussing it.”
Astoria’s cheeks turned brighter pink than they had when she orgasmed. Draco chortled. “She does, but it’s not the sort of thing she discusses, herself.” He gave Harry a speculative look. “I didn’t expect you to be that insightful, Potter, given how long it took you to realize that we wanted you.”
“A lot of that was about my own hang-ups,” Harry said. Some of it was about the Dursleys and having trouble, even now, believing that someone would want to be close to him and love him for his own sake. But this wasn’t the right time or place to discuss that. “Now.” He stripped himself fully and gripped the base of his cock. “We’re all sitting around naked, but it occurs to me that I haven’t even kissed you except when we were getting married and when Draco kissed me at my door this morning. Can I kiss you?”
Astoria stared at him as if hypnotized. Harry licked his lips and found her wetness there. Oh, she liked that, too, did she?
“Yes,” Astoria said faintly.
Harry moved in and did it. This time, Astoria was bolder, grabbing him around the neck and hauling him closer. Harry was more than happy to lean in and really snog her, and by the time she released him, she was panting and her thighs were glistening with what Harry suspected wasn’t just spillover from him bringing her off. He winked at her and turned to face Draco.
He’d thought Draco might be hesitant, since he’d seemed to be holding back while Harry kissed Astoria, but the way he met Harry’s mouth said nothing like that. He was the one who bent back on the bed and dragged Harry down, spreading his legs so that they could grind their cocks together. Harry found a growl bubbling up in his throat. It was a while since he’d been with a bloke, and hell, when Draco rolled a little to the side and displayed that he already had lubrication on his arse, Harry wanted inside him right that minute.
But he remembered what Luna had said about ramming it in, and how he didn’t want to be compared to an Erumpent the first time he made love to his new husband and wife. Harry pulled back and asked, as calmly as he could, “Draco, you said you wanted to be inside Astoria and you wanted me inside you?”
Draco blinked dazedly several times. Harry waved a hand in front of his nose. Draco leaped back into awareness and scowled at him. “You’re really a git.”
“Draco, you said that you weren’t going to call him names in bed,” Astoria snapped.
“That was before he turned out to be stupidly good at kissing,” Draco said, and eyed Harry. “And even discussing this kind of thing, when you get right down to it. How can you be so good at that, when you didn’t even know why we were all marrying you?”
Harry smiled and hoped that conveyed some of the happiness he felt just being in bed with them. From the way Draco fell silent, maybe it did.
“This is like a dream that I had one night and woke up and never stopped having,” Harry said. “To have a house full of people who really do want to sleep with me, and by the way, they’d like to make a family, too? Even if they did marry me in a really weird way. Even if it had to do with my power and the status that I have as a conqueror of a Dark Lord, in some ways.” He tilted his head to the side and shrugged. “To have a chance to love all these people? It’s a wonder, Draco. I’m more than willing to talk as long as we need to about it, and do whatever it takes to make you happy.”
“What would make you happy?” Astoria asked. Draco looked too stunned to speak.
“Bringing you off the way I did,” Harry said. “Getting to watch both of you come. Being inside Draco.” He nudged his cock up against Draco’s entrance expressively.
“So we can do all that.” Astoria’s face was soft and gently flushed. “Come on, Draco.” She settled back and spread her legs again, and slid her fingers between her folds. Harry swallowed hard, and she glanced at him. “You’ll get your chance to be inside me, my lord. Right now, I think we ought to indulge our husband.”
“You are absolutely right,” Harry said gravely. “Draco, do you want me to show how you’d like it?”
Draco nodded. It seemed he got nonverbal when he was really deep in the throes of passion, which amused Harry more than he could say. Draco shuffled up on his knees towards Astoria, who eagerly hitched up her hips. When he sank into her, then Astoria gave a fluttering gasp and Draco finally made a sound, a guttural moan.
Harry eased up behind Draco and twisted his fingers for a second in the lubrication running down Draco’s arse and onto the top of his legs. It had dried a little since he’d put it on, and some of it looked to have rubbed off on the sheets, so Harry snapped his fingers and created some more, leaping onto his hand from nothingness. When he smeared it on, Draco turned to stare over his shoulder. Surprise warred with pleasure on his face.
“Wh-I didn’t realize you had your wand on you.”
“I don’t. That was wandless magic.” Harry created another snap of lubrication and smeared it over his cock, watching Draco’s eyes follow the motion as if magnetized.
“That is so bloody hot,” Draco moaned.
“I can feel you getting harder in me,” Astoria said. “Draco.” And a breath later, “Harry.”
“Then I suppose we shouldn’t keep either of you waiting, in case Draco comes,” Harry said, and eased himself into Draco gently.
It was tight enough that Harry was really grateful Draco had worked himself over with his fingers earlier-well, he must have if he’d put the oil inside himself, but Harry had to stop thinking about that image or he would be the one coming earlier than he wanted to. He sank slowly into the warmth, a heat that threatened to fry his brains, while he slid his hands up and down Draco’s sides, over and over again, and Draco gasped and moaned and whispered that he was ready long before Harry felt ready, himself.
But at last he thought he should probably move or neither Draco nor Astoria would get the satisfaction they were due, and thrust gently. It was still hard enough to send Draco surging into Astoria, and they cried out in tandem. Harry groaned and rested his head on Draco’s back.
“Are you all right?”
“F-fucking incredible.” Draco’s voice was more sound than words. “Go on.”
“I’m fine,” Astoria said.
Harry nodded and began thrusting again, carefully, trying to guide Draco so that he would have to ability to fuck Astoria, too, if he wanted, or at least not hurt her if he didn’t want to move. From the look of rapture he caught on Astoria’s face as her hand slid between her legs, he was at least making it good for her.
But as the sex went on, his focus narrowed more and more to Draco. He said hardly anything, and that meant Harry had to keep his focus on him, to make sure he wasn’t missing some silent cue.
When Draco tensed all over and gave a massive sigh, Harry kissed his shoulder blades and began to fuck him harder. Draco had passed some invisible line in his personal world. Harry knew he could trust him more, now.
Draco reached backwards, groping. Harry caught his hand and guided it as low as he could, almost to the point, but not quite, where his cock was steadily plunging in and out of Draco.
“Almost there,” he whispered.
“Yeah,” Draco said, with a deep grunt, and came, squeezing and twisting and-
Harry followed him in a rush of brilliance that completely overwhelmed his momentary guilt that Astoria might not have come, too. He grabbed Draco’s shoulders, leaving red fingernail marks, and gasped, “Bloody hell,” and felt all the tension that had been caused by the conversation earlier that day and fears that he might be hurting them now unwind and scythe through him. Pleasure griped him and wiped him up.
He came to lying on his side next to Draco, still buried in him, Draco petting him backwards. Astoria had drawn free and was lying and watching their tangle with a smug smile.
“Did you come?” Harry asked her, trying not to be embarrassed as a yawn as massive as Draco’s sigh immediately overwhelmed him.
“Twice,” Astoria said, extending her legs and wriggling her toes. “Once by my own hand, and once when Draco did. I always do.”
Harry smiled at her, sleepy and sated and overcome by the realization that they had at least a year to find out about this. Maybe longer, if Draco and Astoria wanted to stay. Harry was pretty sure he’d want to be married to them longer than that.
A soft snore puzzled him until he could turn his head and find Draco asleep beside him. He shook his head. “Does he always fall asleep that fast?”
“Yes.” Astoria crawled up the bed and then over and said, “Budge.” Harry did his best to move where she was pushing him, although it was hard when all his muscles felt like mud. Then she curled up partially between him and Draco, with her head resting on Draco’s hip, and sighed up from the soul.
“Pretty good?” Harry whispered.
Astoria was already asleep too, though, or didn’t hear, because she didn’t answer. Harry snorted. It was going to be trying having two spouses who could fall asleep that quickly. He never did.
But he came close, dozing off between them, while the fire on the hearth crackled and his happiness leaped and soared within him. There were good dreams.
Part Four.