Ventus Aqua Terra Ignis 3/?
Title: Ventus Aqua Terra Ignis 3/?
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are definitely not mine, nor is the Harry Potter Universe. I am only borrowing them for my own perverted amusement. No money is made.
Summary: Draco needs an O on his Potions N.E.W.T. to even think about a Potions Mastery, which means he has to go back to Hogwarts for the "eighth year." He has plans to keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and just survive. Enter the Golden Trio who decide that's a bad idea and drag Draco right into the middle of their secret.
A/N: Elemental fic. Lots of magic. Some misuse of magic because I'm pretty sure JK Rowling did not intend for magic to make sex kinky. There are some master/sub themes and some light bondage.
This belongs in the category of EWE (Epilogue? What Epilogue?). It is Book 7 compliant. Mostly. It's been a long time since I read book 7.
I wanted to wait until this was done to post it, but it's turning out to be much longer than I expected and I'm getting bored with not posting stuff. Enjoy!
This is cross-posted on my Ao3 "ddelusionall" account: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11926701/chapters/26956032
Part 3: Sexy Secrets
Potter remained unresponsive. And quiet. His body was thrashing in turmoil. But he made no noise. No screams. No moans.
And he didn’t wake up no matter what Draco tried. The movements became even more violent, knocking Draco in the arm and then the head. He shouted again and again at Potter, and then desperately screamed, “Weasley! Granger!”
He had no idea if they heard him, so he shouted it again, and then again, until the door slammed open.
Weasley was there first, pulling both Potter and Draco into his arms. Almost immediately, Potter stilled, whimpered and then shivered. The violent quaking stopped, and just smaller jerks twisted between them.
“Thank, Merlin,” Draco breathed even though Potter was not awake yet.
“What happened?” Granger asked.
Draco shook his head, realizing he was leaning against Weasley’s shoulder and not really caring. “I ... I don’t know. He just started thrashing.”
“What were you doing?”
Draco turned his head to the desk. “Writing my mother a letter to post tomorrow.”
Granger slipped from the end of the bed. Her paler skin glowed in the dim green light, showing her wearing nothing more than what looked like one of Weasley’s Chudley Cannons T-shirts. And Weasley was naked.
Circe’s tits, and here was Draco practically pressed up against him. His body stiffened and he tried to pull away, but Weasley held on, tightening the hold around his shoulder.
“Don’t,” Weasley said. “Harry needs you right here.”
Draco seriously doubted that since it was Weasley’s touch that finally calmed him.
“Do you mind?” Granger asked, gesturing at the letter.
Draco tried to remember if what he had written was something horrible.
Potter took a deep breath between them. “Draco?” he whispered.
Draco swallowed and couldn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Potter twisted in Weasley’s strong arms and ended up with his face pressed to Draco’s silk pajama top, messy hair tickling Draco’s chin.
“Are you all right?” Potter mumbled against his chest.
Draco snorted. “Me?”
Weasley shushed him with a noise and used one hand to rub up and down Potter’s bare back. “You sort of freaked out, mate.”
Potter stiffened and then pulled away, or as far away as he could get with Weasley still trying to cling to him. “Bugger,” he whispered, leaning his head on Weasley’s shoulder.
Draco felt the ache in his knees from the strange position and he turned, sitting cross-legged instead of half-kneeling and half-leaning over. He was very aware of Weasley’s naked skin, and very aware of the way his hand was sliding over the front of Potter now, fingertips light against his breast bone, palms sliding over muscle and nipples.
Potter’s breathing changed. Just enough, and Draco swallowed and bit his lip hard against a whimper when Potter mewled. His hips were moving, pressing back against Weasley.
An incredibly feminine hand slid over Draco’s shoulder and hooked loosely around his neck as Granger settled in behind him, breasts against his back.
“We are not playing with you, Malfoy.”
“Should be,” Potter grumbled, sighing when Weasley twisted a nipple.
Chuckling, Granger leaned against his shoulder, her bushy hair tickling his neck. “We are not setting you up. We do want to be friends with you. We promise.”
Potter mewled again, drawing Draco’s eyes to Weasley’s hand pressing hard against the bulge in his boxers.
“Harry has ... well, he needs to let out a bit of ... power,” Granger tried. “You were upset while writing that letter, and Harry picked up on it. We need to take care of him. We’ll take him to Ron’s room so you can get some sleep.”
Potter protested, his eyes and the room flashing bright green for a moment and then fluttering shut at Weasley’s bite to his neck. The bites from before had gotten darker.
“He ... he doesn’t ... mind. Draco doesn’t mind,” Potter said, almost pleading for it to be true.
Draco swallowed, very aware of the way his silk bottoms were tented.
“Please, please.” Potter gripped Weasley’s arm and pressed back against him firmly. “Please.”
“He is asking you,” Weasley suddenly said.
Draco’s eyes went wide. “I ... what? This ... huh?”
“Eloquent,” Granger said with a small laugh. “Harry does not do well being surrounded by so much magic without a way to release it sometimes. We thought the night before classes was enough for the week, but obviously, we underestimated the amount of magic Hogwarts has when full of students and not just a few witches and wizards rebuilding. We are the only ones that can corral it.”
“Don’t leave, please, don’t leave. Stay. I need ... please.”
Granger sighed at Potter’s desperate whispers. “It’s too soon, Harry.”
“He isn’t going to understand reason in this state, ‘Mione,” Weasley said.
Granger buried her face against Draco’s shoulder again, her breath warm on his neck, and then she straightened. “Harry wants you here. Even if you don’t touch him ....” She trailed off and crawled over to the other two. She kissed Potter first, and Potter groaned into her mouth. He reached for her, but Weasley held his hands back, a forceful tug, and the three of them shifted.
Potter ended up on his knees, facing Draco, bent over from the firm grip Weasley had on his wrists. Granger trailed her hands over Potter’s skin.
And Potter stared at Draco, a hungry light in his eyes. A green light in his eyes. He whimpered.
A firm slap of skin on skin had both Potter and Draco jumping.
“Come on, Harry. Restraints.” Weasley spanked him again.
Potter whined. “Touch. I want to touch him.”
“No. Not until your head is clear.”
Potter whined again.
Draco had no idea what was going on, but a moment later, Weasley let go of his arms, and Potter’s hands stayed behind his back.
Weasley yanked him upright by the shoulders and wrapped his arms around Potter’s chest and stomach. The closest hand slipped into his pants and gripped his cock, and Draco felt his own cock pulse in his clothes.
Bugger.
There was a flare of red light, not green, and a faint hint of smoke. Potter gasped and cried out Ron’s name. Weasley chuckled and used his longer fingers to curl around Potter’s now bare cock.
Did Weasley ... just burn his pants off?
Draco swallowed. He had no other explanation and didn’t rightly care, eyes glued to the way that Weasley worked at Potter’s cock. Slow strokes. A firm grip. A harsh drag. Pausing to pinch the tip on every other upstroke. Potter wasn’t long, but had some girth to his prick. Potter was already leaking, the stream of liquid glowing green in the light.
“‘Mione,” Potter whimpered.
Granger kissed his shoulder. “Sh, love. This is about you.”
He whined again as Granger moved in front of him, and Draco frowned, having his view blocked. It gave him just enough mental capacity to realize that Weasley’s shirt did not quite cover the curves of Granger’s ass, or the slope of her thighs. He swallowed deeply.
Granger put her arms around Potter, probably to keep him steady. By the movement of her arms, she was kneading his ass while they kissed.
Weasley sat back against the headboard, legs stretched on either side of Potter and he put his hands on Potter’s hips. “Come on, baby. Come on. You need this.”
“I need Draco,” Potter said with a pout, and it was almost cute how his eyes sought Draco’s again, how his lower lip protruded for a moment before his eyes shut in bliss with an open-mouthed sigh.
Granger moved again, settling right against Weasley’s body, and Draco gasped at the vision the three of them made, Granger mostly naked, Weasley completely naked, his cock jutting from a wild mess of deep red curls, and Potter was naked.
Except for the green vines that snaked around his hips, coiling over his thighs. Another two curled over his shoulders, the tips twisting just enough to snag at his nipples with dull thorns. A small tendril went to his cock, wrapping it up, spreading his balls apart and tightening, before wiggling its way into the slit and the small hole at the tip.
Harry moaned and sagged back, almost falling, but the vines tightened, keeping him up.
“Beautiful, baby,” Weasley said. “‘Mione’s already got you all cleaned out and slick for my dick. Come sit on me.”
Potter gasped and shuffled back, legs spreading as he went. It was an odd angle, but neither really cared when Potter was pressed against him. The vines let him shift enough to get his legs in front of him, knees bent. Weasley’s hands kept him up, and Potter’s head rolled against Weasley’s shoulder.
Potter shivered in anticipation.
Draco held his breath.
Weasley had a nice cock, which was so not fair. Tall, muscular and hung? Draco fought not to be envious. His own dick was rather long, but nowhere near as thick as Weasley’s.
“Come on, baby,” Weasley said again, kissing Potter’s shoulder.
Potter took a heavy breath and then spread his legs and lifted his ass. Everything was still for a moment, and Draco licked his lips, eyes on Weasley’s cock.
Weasley must have noticed because he suddenly moved, gripping behind Potter’s knees and hefting him up until Potter wasn’t on the bed at all, just supported against Weasley’s chest and the firm grip on the back of his thighs. Potter cried out and then shivered when Weasley’s cock slid between his arsecheeks.
Draco gaped at the way Potter’s hole tightened in anticipation, clenching around nothing. The green light flickered over the lubricant dripping from him, and a single tendril of a vine slipped over the rim of his body. Granger wrapped her hand around Weasley’s dick and held him steady while guiding Potter to it with a hand on his hip.
The wide head squelched into Potter, and Potter cried out, tensing and pushing down all at once, and taking more than half of Weasley’s long prick into him.
Draco whimpered, and his hand went right to his own dick when Weasley pulled out, stretching the red rim of Potter’s body before thrusting back in. Slowly. Too slowly. Another small thrust and Potter sank down further.
“So good, baby,” Weasley whispered. “Are you watching Malfoy? He’s touching himself because you’re so sexy.”
Potter’s eyes flew open. They were even greener than before, and the desperate look on his face turned into one of wildness. A flare of magic twisted around Draco, and he shivered.
“That’s why his arms are behind his back,” Granger said. She waved her hand, and Draco could suddenly see the magic. Green swirled around Potter, intermingling with red streaks of what looked like flame. Granger, with her hand high, pulled all of it toward her, swallowing it up in a rippling portal of blue.
“Draco, Draco, Draco,” Potter said again. Pleading again.
Draco whimpered and shifted forward. But Granger held out her hand. “Don’t. I don’t ... I don’t know what he’d do to you right now, and he rather likes your magical signature. I’d hate for him to drain it.”
Drain ... what?
Draco swallowed.
Potter screamed his name again.
Draco did not move forward, but he shifted enough to push down his pajamas and pants, enough to free his cock, stroke himself off to the sight of Weasley splitting Potter open, the sight of that green glow on the wet and swollen rim of Potter’s arsehole. He wondered if Potter could take them both if he shoved his dick in next to Weasley’s, kissed Potter breathless while they fucked into him. Magic swirled around him, ratcheting up his pleasure, pulling his orgasm through him faster than he thought possible.
Draco shuddered, falling to sit on his feet, his other hand firmly planted on the bed behind him. He threw his head back with a cry, hips jerking up into his hand, and pulsed his release all over the bedspread.
Potter whimpered for him again.
Draco opened his eyes, just in time to see the vines slide off Potter’s dick, and pulses of come shoot from the slit, spraying all around them.
Weasley growled and moved, shoved Potter forward, and with his hands still tied, he fell to the bed, turning his face, pressing it into the bed. Weasley gripped his hips too tight and thrust, fucking into him, making the entire bed shake. Potter whimpered and his body shuddered again, more spunk splattering from his dick. He sagged boneless into the mattress and Weasley groaned, his hips faltering, head thrown back as he filled Potter up, still moving, the messy noise echoing around them.
And then Granger was there, shoving Weasley back to his ass and straddling his lap. Their lips met just as Granger sank down on him, and Weasley groaned, knees bending, fucking up into her. One hand supported her back and then other went to her front, arm moving like he was rubbing her clit. She moaned and then broke away from him with a cry, collapsing all at once as she came.
Draco was the first one to talk in the following silence.
“Bugger me,” he whispered.
Weasley opened an eye and smirked at him. “Give me five minutes and I will.”
Draco laughed. “What the fuck was that?”
And his smile fell when Weasley moved his hand and there was a very obvious burnt handprint right in the back of the T-shirt.
His eyes widened. Vines. Fire. Ripples of blue magic. Water?
“Fuck,” Draco said and would have scrambled off the bed if he had any energy. And if a shaking hand had not settled on his ankle. He looked down at Potter who was no longer spewing magic, though his eyes were almost spinning with green. He had a grin on his face. Happy and content.
“Fuck. Potter. Fuck. You guys are elemental wizards. What ... how ... what ... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Potter frowned and tried to crawl to him and only managed to get his head on Draco’s thigh.
Draco buried his face in his hands and tried to breathe. This was huge, Granger had said.
“Bullocks, bugger, and tit bags. This ... what ...”
“Malfoy, please ... just ...” Granger shut her eyes. “Harry, did you do this on purpose?”
Draco glanced down at him, at the very satisfied smile on his face. He buried his face up closer to Draco’s hip, where his cock was still dangling from his bottoms. He hastily put it away, biting his lip against a smile from the pout on Potter’s face.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Potter said sweetly.
“Baby,” Weasley admonished.
Potter’s arm went around Draco’s waist and he curled up against him with a happy hum, face pressed to his stomach.
“Damn it, Harry,” Granger said.
“I didn’t have a nightmare on purpose. I didn’t do it on purpose,” he said, voice muffled. “But I’m not going to complain about the results. I wanted to tell him on the train.”
Draco swallowed and put his hands on Potter’s bare skin. One at his side. The other ... well, the other found its way from the back of Potter’s neck and into that messy, soft hair. He scratched, and Potter almost purred in contentment, curling even closer to him.
Granger sighed. “You manipulative, almost-Slytherin.”
“Huh?” Draco asked.
Weasley laughed. “Harry-mate was almost Sorted into Slytherin his first year.”
Draco sat stunned, because that was easier to contemplate than the three of them being elemental wizards. The Sorting Hat wanted him in Slytherin? How different would their lives be now if that had happened?
“We should explain,” Granger said, settling against Weasley’s chest. His arms went around her, one up the shirt to cup at a breast. Draco watched his fingers twist and tug at her nipple. She was breathless as she spoke. “We ... we weren’t going to come back to Hogwarts. During the rebuilding, we found ...” She glanced at Potter. “Well, we found some books, historical documents and artifacts, and ... the Founders, all four of them, were elemental wizards. They ... before they built Hogwarts, they formed a bond, the strongest one they knew--”
“Ventus Aqua Terra Ignis,” Draco breathed. “The Bond of Elements. That ... that’s a ...”
“Myth?” Granger said. “So I thought too. Until ...” She shut her eyes. “It was the most powerful bond, the most permanent, the most perfect. I wanted it. We all wanted it. After the war, we needed it, to just ... So many people died and left us. So many more will. We vowed that if one of us went, all of us would go. A magical pact was not strong enough.”
“That’s why you went to Turkey,” Draco said. “The theories surrounding Whetle’s research are always about elements.”
Granger nodded. “The books and notes I found here led me there, and then back here again. The Founders made the oath, long after Diamber Whetle was gone. They were all connected, until ...”
“Salazar Slytherin left,” Draco whispered. “He left ... how did he leave the bond?”
Granger met Draco’s eyes. “He severed himself from it. I do not know how. The bond continued in the other three. When I learned that, I knew it was possible. That the three of us could do it.”
“We almost died,” Weasley said suddenly. “Harry is the only thing that kept us together while our souls knitted, while our powers changed, while our magic warped. I have never felt pain like that before. Harry is so strong. His magical core is like a beacon of green. Hermione thinks that he has always been connected to Terra, to the ground, to the Earth.”
“Fire,” Draco said and nodded at Weasley and waved at Granger, “Water.”
Granger smiled and held out her hand. A spinning ball of clear water rose above her palm. Potter whimpered in his lap and turned his head. Granger sent the water there and held it until Potter had sucked and swallowed it.
“It worked. And ... the three of us are now connected forever. It is what we have always wanted.”
“But?” Draco said.
Granger took a deep breath and tilted her head back. “My power and Ron’s power balance each other. Harry doesn’t have a balance, not in the same way. It takes both of us to keep him calm sometimes, like tonight.”
“You’re missing your Ventus,” Draco whispered.
Granger nodded. “The bonding hurt so much and almost failed because we tried it with three and not with four. Harry has had horrible nightmares since then, that I’m sure you saw tonight. His plants rip him apart, rip us apart, or he loses control and buries us in mounds of soil. So far, they are just dreams, but in a few of them, there’s someone there, something there, something silvery and grey, like the morning fog on the ocean, that keeps Harry from destroying us all.”
“He has said from the beginning that something, someone, is missing,” Weasley said, staring pointedly at Draco.
Draco looked down at Potter in shock.
“Harry was determined. We just barely kept him from invading Malfoy Manor. He’s even more impetuous and careless now, without a balance to his Terra. We weren’t going to come back to Hogwarts,” Granger said, “not until we learned that you were going to. He wanted you. He needs you.”
“I can’t ... I ...” Draco tried to move, breathe, get away.
Potter whined and clung more tightly to him.
“Baby,” Weasley whispered and tugged at his arm. “You knew he might say no.”
Potter hid his face in the blankets and finally released Draco with a heavy sigh.
No? Draco hadn’t said no, but said no to what? To ... a fourth. Their fourth? The ...
“Blimey,” Draco said and his body finally realized he was not breathing properly and his eyes rolled back and he toppled off the bed.
---
Draco woke up, groggy and muffled, and noise was too loud and the green glow of light was too bright. Almost as soon as he thought that, it dimmed.
“Drink,” a soft voice whispered, and he swallowed a few heavy mouthfuls of the purest water he’d ever tasted.
A weight on his chest had him looking down when his vision was clear. He saw nothing more than a black mess of hair.
Potter.
Draco smiled, hand falling to Potter’s head without really thinking about it.
“You okay?” Weasley asked, leaning over him from behind him.
Draco shut his eyes. “I don’t know. Was that a dream?”
“Nope.”
“Then I’m not okay.”
Potter stiffened against him.
“Why me?” Draco whispered. “Why ... why not ...”
“Because you’re the only one that Harry sees in his dreams,” Granger said.
Potter shifted against him and Draco opened his eyes. His hand was still in Potter’s hair. He smiled, and Potter grinned back. “I ... I’m sorry. I thought I could control it. Hermione said not to tell you until ... until we were friends. I really want to be friends with you, Dra-Malfoy.”
Draco sighed and put his other hand behind his head, but he had forgotten that Weasley was there and his hand hit warm hot skin, and Weasley shifted a bit closer until Draco’s head was on his thigh, his arm wrapped around Weasley’s waist. A still very naked Weasley.
“We definitely do not want to dupe you. We don’t want you to think we’re lying. We ... we need you,” Granger whispered. “Harry ... he can control it mostly now, but the power is getting stronger and the nightmares worse, and ...”
“They’re afraid I’m going to go bonkers and land myself in St. Mungo’s.”
“All three of you should be there,” Draco almost snapped. “An elemental bond? Seriously? You’re all crazy messing with that amount of magic.”
Potter laughed and snuggled back up against his chest, his fingers slipping under the silk pajama top. “Crazy, yes, but together. Together is what is important.”
“Wait,” Draco said. “So you’re a plant wizard and you complained and whined in Herbology?”
Potter laughed. “Just for show. It was so hard not to just fall into a Devil’s Snare and let it keep me.”
“Our magic is different now,” Granger said. “Some of it is more powerful than before, but I still am pants at Potions. So while you were our main goal in coming to Hogwarts, we decided--”
“We?” Weasley muttered.
Granger huffed. “Yes, we decided to get our N.E.W.T.s anyway.”
Potter shifted again, this time going up Draco’s chest until they were eye to eye, and Draco bit his lip against a moan knowing that Potter was still fucking naked and splayed out over the top of him.
Potter grinned and then leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Draco sat stunned for a moment and then kissed him back, pulling at the mop of hair that was just in bunches all around them.
Granger made a noise of protest, but Weasley told her to shut it. “It’s fucking gorgeous. I love watching Harry kiss you, but this ... I just want to shove my dick between their lips and let them fight over my spunk while I cover their faces in it.”
Draco turned his head and blushed.
Potter smiled. “Any chance you’ll call me Harry now?”
Draco swallowed and tugged at his hair. “Any chance you’re going to tame this mop?”
Potter laughed. “I’ll try. If you call me Harry.”
Draco pulled Potter back to his chest and hugged him. It still felt so weird. Everything was off kilter, but perfect. Potter’s breath was warm on his neck. A hot hand was suddenly in his hair, just playing, not pulling, and a cool wave of magic wrapped around all of them.
It was ... just so perfect. So welcoming. So secure. Acceptance. He understood. Wanting to keep this forever. This feeling of being together.
And Draco squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cry and failing.
Concerned, Potter rubbed at his chest and kissed his cheek and down his neck.
“Harry,” Draco said and licked his lips. “I ... I can do that. But the Weasel better not call me baby.”
Weasley laughed and tugged on his hair. “We already have a pet name for you, remember, Ferret?”
Draco tilted his head up and looked at him. “Yeah.” He wondered if Weasley was going to kiss him, or Granger too. He ... he definitely didn’t want to ... well, mostly didn’t want to. It’s not like either of them were hideous, but he was more okay with turning his head and sucking Weasley’s cock into his throat than kissing him.
But Potter. Harry. Draco pulled Harry back to his mouth for another longer, proper snog.
---
They slept together, on Draco’s bed. And Draco woke up to blazing heated skin on one side of him, and teasing touches of fingertips on the other. He opened an eye and met the green glow of Potter’s eyes.
Harry’s eyes.
He smiled.
“Good morning,” Harry whispered.
Weasley grunted behind him, putting an arm around his waist. Draco stiffened and then relaxed when Weasley did not wake up.
“He’s so sexy,” Potter said, still whispering. “Gods, sometimes he accidentally burns me and the pain is always more than enough to have me coming long and hard without even being touched.”
Draco groaned and buried his face into his pillow. His dick was hard.
“We have time,” Potter said, fingers playing with the top of his pajama bottoms.
Draco thought about that and shook his head. “I ... I want your mouth on me, Harry, you know I do, but ...”
Potter pouted, and that was just so cute. Draco smiled and leaned forward enough to kiss him lightly on the lips.
“I know it’s too soon,” Potter said. “But I’m impatient. I want you to belong to us. I want you to be connected to us. I want ... I want you so much, my magic is just spinning and ...” Potter shut his eyes. “It makes me dizzy to be near you, and it’s so orgasmic how my magic reacts to you, how my body craves your touch, and ...” Potter bit his lip and kissed him again. “But I understand. I do ... I ...”
Draco chuckled. “Weasley is prodding at my back with that fire poker of his. You could go suck on him. Let me watch. I bet you can deep throat him.”
Potter smiled. “I can.” He climbed over Draco, pushing his erection against Draco’s side. Gods, Potter was still naked.
Weasley did not want to be moved in his sleep, but Potter twisted around his hips until he was able to lick at Weasley’s dick. Potter got a hand around the base and there was still enough left over. Weasley moaned in his sleep and rolled to his back, giving Potter access.
Potter kept his licks small, curling his tongue around the ridge and then down the thick shaft. He sucked on Weasley’s balls for a moment and then went back up. He held Weasley up and just settled the soft head against his lips. Like a long kiss. His tongue sneaked out and pushed into the slit. He moaned and pulled away, a string of glistening precome snapping between them. His lips were already red and shiny. He licked the flavor from them, and then went back to Weasley’s cock, sucking just on the head for a moment and then going down. All the way down, in one go.
Draco groaned and slipped his hands into his pants, rubbing his dick while Potter stopped with Weasley’s prick all the way down his throat.
Weasley moaned, his hand going to Potter’s head. “Harry. Good. So good, baby.”
Draco wondered at the nickname and then Potter was moving, sliding back up, letting Weasley almost fall from his lips before bobbing his head up and down. Slow, so slow.
Draco’s hand was not enough. Not like this. He cleared his throat and Potter glanced over at him, not stopping in his movements. Biting his lip against nervousness, Draco shucked off his clothes and started pumping his cock.
Potter’s eyes gleamed and he kept his eyes on Draco while sucking Weasley off.
Weasley was mostly awake, tugging at his hair, more whimpers and moans of, “Baby” and “Baby’s mouth is so pretty.”
Draco wanted. Gods, he wanted. He didn’t want just Potter’s mouth on his. He wanted his mouth on Potter’s, and with Potter’s, licking at that dick, and he shut his eyes, trying to control himself.
“Fuck,” Draco whimpered and stilled his hand.
Potter protested, the noise muffled around dick. With a deep breath of courage, Draco moved, sliding down the bed and not looking at Weasley. Just at Potter. Whose eyes were glimmering again.
“Fuck,” Weasley gasped.
Draco took one more breath of courage (who knew if he had a bit of Gryffindor in him? Gods, he wanted a Gryffindor inside him) and then he licked the base of Weasley’s cock, up to Potter’s mouth and they kissed around the head, licking at each other’s mouths and licking precome off Weasley’s cock. Fingers tangled in his hair, and Weasley whimpered something that sounded like, “Blimey, Ferret.”
Draco smiled and Harry moved away enough to let Draco take Weasley into his mouth. Just the wide head, his lips stretched around the ridge. He sucked softly, humming at the sharp taste of his release. Weasley’s hips moved, and he sort of pushed and Draco let a few centimeters into the back of his throat. There was no way he was going to deep throat this cock. Not like Potter could. He bobbed his head, sucking and moaning. He noted that the moaning riled Weasley up almost as much as his mouth did.
His jaw ached too soon and he pulled away for a deep breath, letting Potter back to it, their tongues twisting on the head again. Draco jerked when fingers curled around his dick and he pulled away, meeting Potter’s eyes.
But Weasley yanked at both of their hair and said, “No. Me first. Then you can stroke each other off.”
Draco shivered and huffed a bit, because fuck, he felt a wave of fire with that command and he was more than eager to obey. He and Potter fought over Weasley’s dick and bit at each other’s lips and tugged on Weasley’s balls. Potter deepthroated him again a few more times before letting Draco bob his head up and down just about half of his length.
Weasley’s breath sped up, his stomach twitched, and Draco tugged at his balls, licking at the head with Potter until Weasley was jerking, pulsing his release over their mouths and faces, and Draco moaned, sucking on the head for a few drops just of his own to swallow, and his hair was pulled for the effort. He winced and then Potter was kissing him, his tongue slipping over Weasley’s dick and into Draco’s mouth.
“Good, so good, my baby. Ferret. Shite. That was so good.” He tugged on their hair, and Draco followed the pull just as Harry did. His hands fell to their shoulders and pushed. “Stroke each other off. Come all over me.”
Draco immediately fell into Potter, hand on his dick, the other around his waist for support. Harry wasn’t as long as he was, but he was wide, like Weasley. He wanted it in his mouth. But well, he had an order.
Potter did not seem to mind and the two of them kissed, messy and sloppy and full of moans and curses.
Weasley’s warm hand landed on Draco’s ass and he shivered as the cheek was cupped and fingers slipped into his cleft. His cock throbbed and he jerked his hips back. Potter pulled him forward, their cocks sliding together, and when he had them both in his hand, Draco was coming, crying out and spraying his release all over Weasley’s chest and stomach.
Potter hummed in happiness and after just a few more strokes, added his own mess to Draco’s. Potter fell over Weasley’s body immediately, chasing after the puddles of come even as his body shuddered through the end of his orgasm. Draco only watched for a moment and then joined him, licking come from Weasley's stomach and from Harry’s face.
And that’s when Granger walked in, dressed for classes. “Circe’s tits. What the bloody hell?”
“Language,” Potter said around Weasley’s dick. “You told me to wake them up.”
Granger sighed. “You all are going to be late for classes.” With a wave of her hand, she doused them with cold water that was also a cleaning charm and all three sprung up with a shout. “Hurry. Harry, you need to eat and soon.” She spun with a swish of robes and left them.
Shivering, Potter curled up into Weasley’s warm body and Draco decided that was a good idea and joined him.
“Can’t wait for winter,” Draco said. “Personal heating pad.”
Weasley laughed. “Shut up, Ferret. And yeah, get up. We really can’t be late on day two of classes.”
Potter grumbled a bit, stole a bit of a kiss halfway on Draco’s lips and then pulled away. He stood up, knees shaking, and used the bed and then the desk to stagger toward the shower.
Draco smiled and tried to slide away, but Weasley tightened his hold on his side and used his other hand to tilt Draco’s face up. Draco held his breath in anticipation, but he wasn’t kissed. Weasley licked at his chin and then over his cheek, licking up the fat globs of come.
“Your mouth is so pretty on my cock, Ferret.”
Draco flushed and tried to bury against Weasley’s neck. He had wanted to be kissed. “A compliment for a compliment, Weasley. You have one of the nicest ... no, you have by far the nicest dick I have ever had the joy of sucking.”
Weasley smirked. “I know. I’m going to let you suck on it whenever you want until you can take it all down your throat like my baby can.”
Draco smiled widely. “I look forward to the training.”
Weasley laughed. “Prat. Go on. I have to get up before Hermione comes back and starts throwing freezing rain at me.”
Draco rolled off the bed, an actual happy bounce to his step and he entered the warm bathroom. Potter was already in the shower, and Draco used the loo quickly before joining him, wrapping his arms around Potter’s shoulders and pulling him in close.
“I know it’s still too soon,” Potter said, “but I want you so badly. I ... there’s this gaping hole in my soul where you belong, and while Ron and Hermione don’t feel it as strongly as I do, they do know that someone is missing from our elementals. We were stupid to think that having the three of us was enough.”
“How do you ...” Draco stopped and thought about the question he wanted to ask. “Me, I mean. How ... Blimey, Harry, hodo you know that it’s me that’s missing?”
Harry breathed against him for a long time and then finally pulled away, not answering the question. Silently they washed each other, trading kisses every now and then. Granger’s voice floated to them that they were going to miss breakfast. They hurried a bit faster, drying off and then dressing in their school clothes.
“Shite, I forgot I have to talk to Professor Slughorn this morning.”
“We better hurry,” Potter said.
He bit his lip and looked away, holding out a shaking hand. Draco stared at it for a moment and then took it, entwining their fingers.
“I’m not ... I’m not comfortable doing this in the hallways yet.”
Potter smiled at him. “I know.”
Granger shouted at them to hurry.
“Blimey, she’s bossy,” Draco said.
“Until she’s naked. She loves it when Ron orders her around.”
Draco swallowed roughly because he knew exactly what that was like.
Granger smiled at their entwined hands and led them out of the common room. “Ron will be late. He said not to wait for him.”
“He won’t fall back to sleep?”
Granger shook her head. “No, I think he’s spiraling a bit.”
Potter frowned. “And we left him?”
“Just a bit,” Granger repeated. “Apparently, Malfoy is super hot with a dick in his mouth.”
Draco flushed and let go of Potter’s hand when they saw students in front of him.
“He really, really is,” Potter said and nudged him with a shoulder.
“So are you.”
“So am I,” Granger said and winked at Draco.
Draco definitely preferred cock, but well ... Hermione Granger was awfully pretty. She’d definitely grown into herself since the bushy headed know-it-all from first year.
They entered the Great Hall about halfway through breakfast. Draco did not sit, but set his bag down.
“I need to talk to Professor Slughorn.”
Harry frowned. “Good luck, mate.”
Draco heaved a huge breath and headed up toward the teacher’s table. Halfway there, he realized that Potter had called him “mate.” Harry Potter was his friend. Almost. Maybe. A smile found its way to his face, unbidden, welcome. His chest felt lighter. He almost laughed.
He was bloody mates with Harry bloody Potter.
More than mates, really. He still could taste a lingering hint of Harry in his throat.
Professor Slughorn sat at the end of the table, talking with Professor Flitwick. It did not take long for all of the teachers’ focus to turn to him.
Professor McGonagall smiled at him. “Mister Malfoy. I hope everything's going okay.”
Draco nodded and almost bowed. “Yes, Professor. No problems yet.” Except, you know, the huge one of the Golden Trio wanting him to join their crazy-mental elemental bond. “I came to talk to Professor Slughorn about assistant teaching.”
Professor Slughorn smiled. “Ah, yes, Mister Malfoy. I do apologize for the miscommunication. I had thought you had been contacted about teaching.”
“It isn’t a problem, sir,” Draco said carefully. He knew a liar when he met one. “Granger was talking all through lunch yesterday about how exciting it was to teach. I am hoping to get the experience.”
“Normally, we offer first and second year classes only,” he continued almost as if Draco hadn’t said anything. “But your schedule is full on those days. I have third years, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, on Friday afternoon for Double Potions. It may cut into your own study time.”
An excuse.
Draco did not take it. “I am sure that I can keep up.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I will have a class schedule for you on Friday, so you know what I will be focusing on.”
Draco nodded. “Thank you, sir.” He turned to leave, but Professor McGonagall called him back.
“Madam Hooch is teaching Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors flying on Thursday mornings. She was hoping you could assist her.”
Draco’s eyes widened and he nodded. “Yes, Professor. I would like that.”
“I am aware of your Astronomy class on Wednesday nights, but--” She smiled at him. “--it’s flying.”
Draco smiled back.
“We have also been discussing the option of having Quidditch coaches for each House team. Since the eighth years are not allowed to play, it might be a good idea to at least keep you involved. The only problem so far is that only you and Mister Potter from the eighth years are adept enough on a broom to coach. Although, Terry Boot and Hannah Abbott may consider it. They were on their House teams before the disastrous middle of the school year last year. Anyway. I will keep you posted. The last thing, Mister Malfoy, is that I do not believe you were given the password to the Slytherin common room.” She glared over at Professor Slughorn.
Draco shook his head.
“They are still your House,” she said. “And you are more than welcome to be there.” She scratched a word on a corner of a parchment and handed it over to him.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“One day, maybe not one day soon, but one day, the Wizarding World is going to realize that you did nothing wrong during the war.”
“That is certainly debatable, but I am doing my best to keep out of trouble.”
She smiled at him again. “I know. I keep waiting to wake up when I see you walk in here with those three. It’s quite ...”
“Unbelievable,” Draco said. “I take no credit for it. Harry is the one that decided we were going to be friends. He’s a stubborn bloke.”
Professor McGonagall laughed. “Indeed he is. Mister Malfoy. And I do have to warn you, that hanging around with them will probably get you into more trouble. I swear I haven’t had such problems with students since the Marauders.”
“Who?” Draco asked.
She only smiled. “Ask Harry. We’ve taken enough of your time. Have a good day in classes.”
“You too, Professor.” Draco turned around and headed back to their table. Harry watched him all the way there and he had a feeling that Harry had been watching him the entire time. The Ravenclaw table grew silent as he walked by, and he heard someone call him a Death Eater under their breath. But he didn’t care, kept his head high, and his eyes and smile on Harry.
“That went well,” Granger said.
Draco’s plate filled with food and he almost salivated like an uncouth beggar. He shrugged and started eating. “Professor Slughorn was very apologetic that he forgot to offer me a teaching position. And McGonagall said that Madam Hooch wants me to help teach first-year flyers, like Harry is doing.”
“Will you have time for that?” Granger asked.
“I will.”
“Maybe I should make you a work schedule, just in case,” Granger mumbled.
Harry chuckled. “As soon as she does, you’re stuck with us. No turning back. ‘Mione taking an interest in your schoolwork is almost like a marriage vow.”
Draco smiled against the rim of his tea cup. “Part of me doesn’t mind so much, but it is ... really really soon.”
“Too soon,” Harry groused and plopped his head on Draco’s shoulder. “I was impatient before. Now it’s just ...”
“Unbearable,” Granger muttered.
Weasley suddenly sat next to Draco on his other side. “I’m so hungry.”
Granger pondered him for a moment and then said, “Hurry up and eat. We have to get to classes.”
“Are you okay?” Harry asked Weasley, leaning over Draco.
He mumbled something around his fork in his mouth that sounded like, “Fiaksjalkdajjdk.”
Draco snorted. “What was that?”
“He said he was tired, hungry, but in control,” Harry translated.
Granger inhaled and exhaled slowly, before standing and grabbing her bag. “You three be careful. I can see this turning into something bad.”
Harry glared at her. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Your impatience, his ...” She pointed at Weasley, but did not say what word she obviously wanted to. “... Don’t do anything stupid outside of your room.”
She turned around and left.
Draco turned to Harry, an eyebrow raised.
Harry shrugged. “She’s bossy and in control. I know what she means. These new sensations are driving me mad. Most of them are just spiraling right down to my cock and I have to physically keep myself from begging you to bugger me on this table.”
Draco swallowed and jumped when Weasley put his arm around Draco’s shoulders.
“We love ‘Mione. She’s amazing and a perfect balance to me and the power inside me. But my favorite part is breaking down that control she has. You only saw a little bit of it last night, but man, she can be wild.”
Draco shivered and stood up. “We better head to class.”
Harry huffed. “I hate Ancient Runes.”
“Are you looking forward to any of your classes?” Draco asked.
Harry smiled up at him. “Maybe. But I already got what I came to school for.”
“Orgasms,” Weasley said and winked at Draco.
Harry laughed.
Draco spun around and headed for the doors. He was so glad that school robes were closed and so loose. The image of Harry spread out and fucked open on one of the Great Hall tables was going to plague him all day long.
Part 4: A Few of My Favorite Things
Part 2: School Days
Part 1: Home Sweet Home
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Pairing: Harry/Draco/Ron/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: These characters are definitely not mine, nor is the Harry Potter Universe. I am only borrowing them for my own perverted amusement. No money is made.
Summary: Draco needs an O on his Potions N.E.W.T. to even think about a Potions Mastery, which means he has to go back to Hogwarts for the "eighth year." He has plans to keep his head down, stay out of trouble, and just survive. Enter the Golden Trio who decide that's a bad idea and drag Draco right into the middle of their secret.
A/N: Elemental fic. Lots of magic. Some misuse of magic because I'm pretty sure JK Rowling did not intend for magic to make sex kinky. There are some master/sub themes and some light bondage.
This belongs in the category of EWE (Epilogue? What Epilogue?). It is Book 7 compliant. Mostly. It's been a long time since I read book 7.
I wanted to wait until this was done to post it, but it's turning out to be much longer than I expected and I'm getting bored with not posting stuff. Enjoy!
This is cross-posted on my Ao3 "ddelusionall" account: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11926701/chapters/26956032
Part 3: Sexy Secrets
Potter remained unresponsive. And quiet. His body was thrashing in turmoil. But he made no noise. No screams. No moans.
And he didn’t wake up no matter what Draco tried. The movements became even more violent, knocking Draco in the arm and then the head. He shouted again and again at Potter, and then desperately screamed, “Weasley! Granger!”
He had no idea if they heard him, so he shouted it again, and then again, until the door slammed open.
Weasley was there first, pulling both Potter and Draco into his arms. Almost immediately, Potter stilled, whimpered and then shivered. The violent quaking stopped, and just smaller jerks twisted between them.
“Thank, Merlin,” Draco breathed even though Potter was not awake yet.
“What happened?” Granger asked.
Draco shook his head, realizing he was leaning against Weasley’s shoulder and not really caring. “I ... I don’t know. He just started thrashing.”
“What were you doing?”
Draco turned his head to the desk. “Writing my mother a letter to post tomorrow.”
Granger slipped from the end of the bed. Her paler skin glowed in the dim green light, showing her wearing nothing more than what looked like one of Weasley’s Chudley Cannons T-shirts. And Weasley was naked.
Circe’s tits, and here was Draco practically pressed up against him. His body stiffened and he tried to pull away, but Weasley held on, tightening the hold around his shoulder.
“Don’t,” Weasley said. “Harry needs you right here.”
Draco seriously doubted that since it was Weasley’s touch that finally calmed him.
“Do you mind?” Granger asked, gesturing at the letter.
Draco tried to remember if what he had written was something horrible.
Potter took a deep breath between them. “Draco?” he whispered.
Draco swallowed and couldn’t speak. He didn’t have to. Potter twisted in Weasley’s strong arms and ended up with his face pressed to Draco’s silk pajama top, messy hair tickling Draco’s chin.
“Are you all right?” Potter mumbled against his chest.
Draco snorted. “Me?”
Weasley shushed him with a noise and used one hand to rub up and down Potter’s bare back. “You sort of freaked out, mate.”
Potter stiffened and then pulled away, or as far away as he could get with Weasley still trying to cling to him. “Bugger,” he whispered, leaning his head on Weasley’s shoulder.
Draco felt the ache in his knees from the strange position and he turned, sitting cross-legged instead of half-kneeling and half-leaning over. He was very aware of Weasley’s naked skin, and very aware of the way his hand was sliding over the front of Potter now, fingertips light against his breast bone, palms sliding over muscle and nipples.
Potter’s breathing changed. Just enough, and Draco swallowed and bit his lip hard against a whimper when Potter mewled. His hips were moving, pressing back against Weasley.
An incredibly feminine hand slid over Draco’s shoulder and hooked loosely around his neck as Granger settled in behind him, breasts against his back.
“We are not playing with you, Malfoy.”
“Should be,” Potter grumbled, sighing when Weasley twisted a nipple.
Chuckling, Granger leaned against his shoulder, her bushy hair tickling his neck. “We are not setting you up. We do want to be friends with you. We promise.”
Potter mewled again, drawing Draco’s eyes to Weasley’s hand pressing hard against the bulge in his boxers.
“Harry has ... well, he needs to let out a bit of ... power,” Granger tried. “You were upset while writing that letter, and Harry picked up on it. We need to take care of him. We’ll take him to Ron’s room so you can get some sleep.”
Potter protested, his eyes and the room flashing bright green for a moment and then fluttering shut at Weasley’s bite to his neck. The bites from before had gotten darker.
“He ... he doesn’t ... mind. Draco doesn’t mind,” Potter said, almost pleading for it to be true.
Draco swallowed, very aware of the way his silk bottoms were tented.
“Please, please.” Potter gripped Weasley’s arm and pressed back against him firmly. “Please.”
“He is asking you,” Weasley suddenly said.
Draco’s eyes went wide. “I ... what? This ... huh?”
“Eloquent,” Granger said with a small laugh. “Harry does not do well being surrounded by so much magic without a way to release it sometimes. We thought the night before classes was enough for the week, but obviously, we underestimated the amount of magic Hogwarts has when full of students and not just a few witches and wizards rebuilding. We are the only ones that can corral it.”
“Don’t leave, please, don’t leave. Stay. I need ... please.”
Granger sighed at Potter’s desperate whispers. “It’s too soon, Harry.”
“He isn’t going to understand reason in this state, ‘Mione,” Weasley said.
Granger buried her face against Draco’s shoulder again, her breath warm on his neck, and then she straightened. “Harry wants you here. Even if you don’t touch him ....” She trailed off and crawled over to the other two. She kissed Potter first, and Potter groaned into her mouth. He reached for her, but Weasley held his hands back, a forceful tug, and the three of them shifted.
Potter ended up on his knees, facing Draco, bent over from the firm grip Weasley had on his wrists. Granger trailed her hands over Potter’s skin.
And Potter stared at Draco, a hungry light in his eyes. A green light in his eyes. He whimpered.
A firm slap of skin on skin had both Potter and Draco jumping.
“Come on, Harry. Restraints.” Weasley spanked him again.
Potter whined. “Touch. I want to touch him.”
“No. Not until your head is clear.”
Potter whined again.
Draco had no idea what was going on, but a moment later, Weasley let go of his arms, and Potter’s hands stayed behind his back.
Weasley yanked him upright by the shoulders and wrapped his arms around Potter’s chest and stomach. The closest hand slipped into his pants and gripped his cock, and Draco felt his own cock pulse in his clothes.
Bugger.
There was a flare of red light, not green, and a faint hint of smoke. Potter gasped and cried out Ron’s name. Weasley chuckled and used his longer fingers to curl around Potter’s now bare cock.
Did Weasley ... just burn his pants off?
Draco swallowed. He had no other explanation and didn’t rightly care, eyes glued to the way that Weasley worked at Potter’s cock. Slow strokes. A firm grip. A harsh drag. Pausing to pinch the tip on every other upstroke. Potter wasn’t long, but had some girth to his prick. Potter was already leaking, the stream of liquid glowing green in the light.
“‘Mione,” Potter whimpered.
Granger kissed his shoulder. “Sh, love. This is about you.”
He whined again as Granger moved in front of him, and Draco frowned, having his view blocked. It gave him just enough mental capacity to realize that Weasley’s shirt did not quite cover the curves of Granger’s ass, or the slope of her thighs. He swallowed deeply.
Granger put her arms around Potter, probably to keep him steady. By the movement of her arms, she was kneading his ass while they kissed.
Weasley sat back against the headboard, legs stretched on either side of Potter and he put his hands on Potter’s hips. “Come on, baby. Come on. You need this.”
“I need Draco,” Potter said with a pout, and it was almost cute how his eyes sought Draco’s again, how his lower lip protruded for a moment before his eyes shut in bliss with an open-mouthed sigh.
Granger moved again, settling right against Weasley’s body, and Draco gasped at the vision the three of them made, Granger mostly naked, Weasley completely naked, his cock jutting from a wild mess of deep red curls, and Potter was naked.
Except for the green vines that snaked around his hips, coiling over his thighs. Another two curled over his shoulders, the tips twisting just enough to snag at his nipples with dull thorns. A small tendril went to his cock, wrapping it up, spreading his balls apart and tightening, before wiggling its way into the slit and the small hole at the tip.
Harry moaned and sagged back, almost falling, but the vines tightened, keeping him up.
“Beautiful, baby,” Weasley said. “‘Mione’s already got you all cleaned out and slick for my dick. Come sit on me.”
Potter gasped and shuffled back, legs spreading as he went. It was an odd angle, but neither really cared when Potter was pressed against him. The vines let him shift enough to get his legs in front of him, knees bent. Weasley’s hands kept him up, and Potter’s head rolled against Weasley’s shoulder.
Potter shivered in anticipation.
Draco held his breath.
Weasley had a nice cock, which was so not fair. Tall, muscular and hung? Draco fought not to be envious. His own dick was rather long, but nowhere near as thick as Weasley’s.
“Come on, baby,” Weasley said again, kissing Potter’s shoulder.
Potter took a heavy breath and then spread his legs and lifted his ass. Everything was still for a moment, and Draco licked his lips, eyes on Weasley’s cock.
Weasley must have noticed because he suddenly moved, gripping behind Potter’s knees and hefting him up until Potter wasn’t on the bed at all, just supported against Weasley’s chest and the firm grip on the back of his thighs. Potter cried out and then shivered when Weasley’s cock slid between his arsecheeks.
Draco gaped at the way Potter’s hole tightened in anticipation, clenching around nothing. The green light flickered over the lubricant dripping from him, and a single tendril of a vine slipped over the rim of his body. Granger wrapped her hand around Weasley’s dick and held him steady while guiding Potter to it with a hand on his hip.
The wide head squelched into Potter, and Potter cried out, tensing and pushing down all at once, and taking more than half of Weasley’s long prick into him.
Draco whimpered, and his hand went right to his own dick when Weasley pulled out, stretching the red rim of Potter’s body before thrusting back in. Slowly. Too slowly. Another small thrust and Potter sank down further.
“So good, baby,” Weasley whispered. “Are you watching Malfoy? He’s touching himself because you’re so sexy.”
Potter’s eyes flew open. They were even greener than before, and the desperate look on his face turned into one of wildness. A flare of magic twisted around Draco, and he shivered.
“That’s why his arms are behind his back,” Granger said. She waved her hand, and Draco could suddenly see the magic. Green swirled around Potter, intermingling with red streaks of what looked like flame. Granger, with her hand high, pulled all of it toward her, swallowing it up in a rippling portal of blue.
“Draco, Draco, Draco,” Potter said again. Pleading again.
Draco whimpered and shifted forward. But Granger held out her hand. “Don’t. I don’t ... I don’t know what he’d do to you right now, and he rather likes your magical signature. I’d hate for him to drain it.”
Drain ... what?
Draco swallowed.
Potter screamed his name again.
Draco did not move forward, but he shifted enough to push down his pajamas and pants, enough to free his cock, stroke himself off to the sight of Weasley splitting Potter open, the sight of that green glow on the wet and swollen rim of Potter’s arsehole. He wondered if Potter could take them both if he shoved his dick in next to Weasley’s, kissed Potter breathless while they fucked into him. Magic swirled around him, ratcheting up his pleasure, pulling his orgasm through him faster than he thought possible.
Draco shuddered, falling to sit on his feet, his other hand firmly planted on the bed behind him. He threw his head back with a cry, hips jerking up into his hand, and pulsed his release all over the bedspread.
Potter whimpered for him again.
Draco opened his eyes, just in time to see the vines slide off Potter’s dick, and pulses of come shoot from the slit, spraying all around them.
Weasley growled and moved, shoved Potter forward, and with his hands still tied, he fell to the bed, turning his face, pressing it into the bed. Weasley gripped his hips too tight and thrust, fucking into him, making the entire bed shake. Potter whimpered and his body shuddered again, more spunk splattering from his dick. He sagged boneless into the mattress and Weasley groaned, his hips faltering, head thrown back as he filled Potter up, still moving, the messy noise echoing around them.
And then Granger was there, shoving Weasley back to his ass and straddling his lap. Their lips met just as Granger sank down on him, and Weasley groaned, knees bending, fucking up into her. One hand supported her back and then other went to her front, arm moving like he was rubbing her clit. She moaned and then broke away from him with a cry, collapsing all at once as she came.
Draco was the first one to talk in the following silence.
“Bugger me,” he whispered.
Weasley opened an eye and smirked at him. “Give me five minutes and I will.”
Draco laughed. “What the fuck was that?”
And his smile fell when Weasley moved his hand and there was a very obvious burnt handprint right in the back of the T-shirt.
His eyes widened. Vines. Fire. Ripples of blue magic. Water?
“Fuck,” Draco said and would have scrambled off the bed if he had any energy. And if a shaking hand had not settled on his ankle. He looked down at Potter who was no longer spewing magic, though his eyes were almost spinning with green. He had a grin on his face. Happy and content.
“Fuck. Potter. Fuck. You guys are elemental wizards. What ... how ... what ... fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Potter frowned and tried to crawl to him and only managed to get his head on Draco’s thigh.
Draco buried his face in his hands and tried to breathe. This was huge, Granger had said.
“Bullocks, bugger, and tit bags. This ... what ...”
“Malfoy, please ... just ...” Granger shut her eyes. “Harry, did you do this on purpose?”
Draco glanced down at him, at the very satisfied smile on his face. He buried his face up closer to Draco’s hip, where his cock was still dangling from his bottoms. He hastily put it away, biting his lip against a smile from the pout on Potter’s face.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Potter said sweetly.
“Baby,” Weasley admonished.
Potter’s arm went around Draco’s waist and he curled up against him with a happy hum, face pressed to his stomach.
“Damn it, Harry,” Granger said.
“I didn’t have a nightmare on purpose. I didn’t do it on purpose,” he said, voice muffled. “But I’m not going to complain about the results. I wanted to tell him on the train.”
Draco swallowed and put his hands on Potter’s bare skin. One at his side. The other ... well, the other found its way from the back of Potter’s neck and into that messy, soft hair. He scratched, and Potter almost purred in contentment, curling even closer to him.
Granger sighed. “You manipulative, almost-Slytherin.”
“Huh?” Draco asked.
Weasley laughed. “Harry-mate was almost Sorted into Slytherin his first year.”
Draco sat stunned, because that was easier to contemplate than the three of them being elemental wizards. The Sorting Hat wanted him in Slytherin? How different would their lives be now if that had happened?
“We should explain,” Granger said, settling against Weasley’s chest. His arms went around her, one up the shirt to cup at a breast. Draco watched his fingers twist and tug at her nipple. She was breathless as she spoke. “We ... we weren’t going to come back to Hogwarts. During the rebuilding, we found ...” She glanced at Potter. “Well, we found some books, historical documents and artifacts, and ... the Founders, all four of them, were elemental wizards. They ... before they built Hogwarts, they formed a bond, the strongest one they knew--”
“Ventus Aqua Terra Ignis,” Draco breathed. “The Bond of Elements. That ... that’s a ...”
“Myth?” Granger said. “So I thought too. Until ...” She shut her eyes. “It was the most powerful bond, the most permanent, the most perfect. I wanted it. We all wanted it. After the war, we needed it, to just ... So many people died and left us. So many more will. We vowed that if one of us went, all of us would go. A magical pact was not strong enough.”
“That’s why you went to Turkey,” Draco said. “The theories surrounding Whetle’s research are always about elements.”
Granger nodded. “The books and notes I found here led me there, and then back here again. The Founders made the oath, long after Diamber Whetle was gone. They were all connected, until ...”
“Salazar Slytherin left,” Draco whispered. “He left ... how did he leave the bond?”
Granger met Draco’s eyes. “He severed himself from it. I do not know how. The bond continued in the other three. When I learned that, I knew it was possible. That the three of us could do it.”
“We almost died,” Weasley said suddenly. “Harry is the only thing that kept us together while our souls knitted, while our powers changed, while our magic warped. I have never felt pain like that before. Harry is so strong. His magical core is like a beacon of green. Hermione thinks that he has always been connected to Terra, to the ground, to the Earth.”
“Fire,” Draco said and nodded at Weasley and waved at Granger, “Water.”
Granger smiled and held out her hand. A spinning ball of clear water rose above her palm. Potter whimpered in his lap and turned his head. Granger sent the water there and held it until Potter had sucked and swallowed it.
“It worked. And ... the three of us are now connected forever. It is what we have always wanted.”
“But?” Draco said.
Granger took a deep breath and tilted her head back. “My power and Ron’s power balance each other. Harry doesn’t have a balance, not in the same way. It takes both of us to keep him calm sometimes, like tonight.”
“You’re missing your Ventus,” Draco whispered.
Granger nodded. “The bonding hurt so much and almost failed because we tried it with three and not with four. Harry has had horrible nightmares since then, that I’m sure you saw tonight. His plants rip him apart, rip us apart, or he loses control and buries us in mounds of soil. So far, they are just dreams, but in a few of them, there’s someone there, something there, something silvery and grey, like the morning fog on the ocean, that keeps Harry from destroying us all.”
“He has said from the beginning that something, someone, is missing,” Weasley said, staring pointedly at Draco.
Draco looked down at Potter in shock.
“Harry was determined. We just barely kept him from invading Malfoy Manor. He’s even more impetuous and careless now, without a balance to his Terra. We weren’t going to come back to Hogwarts,” Granger said, “not until we learned that you were going to. He wanted you. He needs you.”
“I can’t ... I ...” Draco tried to move, breathe, get away.
Potter whined and clung more tightly to him.
“Baby,” Weasley whispered and tugged at his arm. “You knew he might say no.”
Potter hid his face in the blankets and finally released Draco with a heavy sigh.
No? Draco hadn’t said no, but said no to what? To ... a fourth. Their fourth? The ...
“Blimey,” Draco said and his body finally realized he was not breathing properly and his eyes rolled back and he toppled off the bed.
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Draco woke up, groggy and muffled, and noise was too loud and the green glow of light was too bright. Almost as soon as he thought that, it dimmed.
“Drink,” a soft voice whispered, and he swallowed a few heavy mouthfuls of the purest water he’d ever tasted.
A weight on his chest had him looking down when his vision was clear. He saw nothing more than a black mess of hair.
Potter.
Draco smiled, hand falling to Potter’s head without really thinking about it.
“You okay?” Weasley asked, leaning over him from behind him.
Draco shut his eyes. “I don’t know. Was that a dream?”
“Nope.”
“Then I’m not okay.”
Potter stiffened against him.
“Why me?” Draco whispered. “Why ... why not ...”
“Because you’re the only one that Harry sees in his dreams,” Granger said.
Potter shifted against him and Draco opened his eyes. His hand was still in Potter’s hair. He smiled, and Potter grinned back. “I ... I’m sorry. I thought I could control it. Hermione said not to tell you until ... until we were friends. I really want to be friends with you, Dra-Malfoy.”
Draco sighed and put his other hand behind his head, but he had forgotten that Weasley was there and his hand hit warm hot skin, and Weasley shifted a bit closer until Draco’s head was on his thigh, his arm wrapped around Weasley’s waist. A still very naked Weasley.
“We definitely do not want to dupe you. We don’t want you to think we’re lying. We ... we need you,” Granger whispered. “Harry ... he can control it mostly now, but the power is getting stronger and the nightmares worse, and ...”
“They’re afraid I’m going to go bonkers and land myself in St. Mungo’s.”
“All three of you should be there,” Draco almost snapped. “An elemental bond? Seriously? You’re all crazy messing with that amount of magic.”
Potter laughed and snuggled back up against his chest, his fingers slipping under the silk pajama top. “Crazy, yes, but together. Together is what is important.”
“Wait,” Draco said. “So you’re a plant wizard and you complained and whined in Herbology?”
Potter laughed. “Just for show. It was so hard not to just fall into a Devil’s Snare and let it keep me.”
“Our magic is different now,” Granger said. “Some of it is more powerful than before, but I still am pants at Potions. So while you were our main goal in coming to Hogwarts, we decided--”
“We?” Weasley muttered.
Granger huffed. “Yes, we decided to get our N.E.W.T.s anyway.”
Potter shifted again, this time going up Draco’s chest until they were eye to eye, and Draco bit his lip against a moan knowing that Potter was still fucking naked and splayed out over the top of him.
Potter grinned and then leaned down and pressed their lips together.
Draco sat stunned for a moment and then kissed him back, pulling at the mop of hair that was just in bunches all around them.
Granger made a noise of protest, but Weasley told her to shut it. “It’s fucking gorgeous. I love watching Harry kiss you, but this ... I just want to shove my dick between their lips and let them fight over my spunk while I cover their faces in it.”
Draco turned his head and blushed.
Potter smiled. “Any chance you’ll call me Harry now?”
Draco swallowed and tugged at his hair. “Any chance you’re going to tame this mop?”
Potter laughed. “I’ll try. If you call me Harry.”
Draco pulled Potter back to his chest and hugged him. It still felt so weird. Everything was off kilter, but perfect. Potter’s breath was warm on his neck. A hot hand was suddenly in his hair, just playing, not pulling, and a cool wave of magic wrapped around all of them.
It was ... just so perfect. So welcoming. So secure. Acceptance. He understood. Wanting to keep this forever. This feeling of being together.
And Draco squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to cry and failing.
Concerned, Potter rubbed at his chest and kissed his cheek and down his neck.
“Harry,” Draco said and licked his lips. “I ... I can do that. But the Weasel better not call me baby.”
Weasley laughed and tugged on his hair. “We already have a pet name for you, remember, Ferret?”
Draco tilted his head up and looked at him. “Yeah.” He wondered if Weasley was going to kiss him, or Granger too. He ... he definitely didn’t want to ... well, mostly didn’t want to. It’s not like either of them were hideous, but he was more okay with turning his head and sucking Weasley’s cock into his throat than kissing him.
But Potter. Harry. Draco pulled Harry back to his mouth for another longer, proper snog.
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They slept together, on Draco’s bed. And Draco woke up to blazing heated skin on one side of him, and teasing touches of fingertips on the other. He opened an eye and met the green glow of Potter’s eyes.
Harry’s eyes.
He smiled.
“Good morning,” Harry whispered.
Weasley grunted behind him, putting an arm around his waist. Draco stiffened and then relaxed when Weasley did not wake up.
“He’s so sexy,” Potter said, still whispering. “Gods, sometimes he accidentally burns me and the pain is always more than enough to have me coming long and hard without even being touched.”
Draco groaned and buried his face into his pillow. His dick was hard.
“We have time,” Potter said, fingers playing with the top of his pajama bottoms.
Draco thought about that and shook his head. “I ... I want your mouth on me, Harry, you know I do, but ...”
Potter pouted, and that was just so cute. Draco smiled and leaned forward enough to kiss him lightly on the lips.
“I know it’s too soon,” Potter said. “But I’m impatient. I want you to belong to us. I want you to be connected to us. I want ... I want you so much, my magic is just spinning and ...” Potter shut his eyes. “It makes me dizzy to be near you, and it’s so orgasmic how my magic reacts to you, how my body craves your touch, and ...” Potter bit his lip and kissed him again. “But I understand. I do ... I ...”
Draco chuckled. “Weasley is prodding at my back with that fire poker of his. You could go suck on him. Let me watch. I bet you can deep throat him.”
Potter smiled. “I can.” He climbed over Draco, pushing his erection against Draco’s side. Gods, Potter was still naked.
Weasley did not want to be moved in his sleep, but Potter twisted around his hips until he was able to lick at Weasley’s dick. Potter got a hand around the base and there was still enough left over. Weasley moaned in his sleep and rolled to his back, giving Potter access.
Potter kept his licks small, curling his tongue around the ridge and then down the thick shaft. He sucked on Weasley’s balls for a moment and then went back up. He held Weasley up and just settled the soft head against his lips. Like a long kiss. His tongue sneaked out and pushed into the slit. He moaned and pulled away, a string of glistening precome snapping between them. His lips were already red and shiny. He licked the flavor from them, and then went back to Weasley’s cock, sucking just on the head for a moment and then going down. All the way down, in one go.
Draco groaned and slipped his hands into his pants, rubbing his dick while Potter stopped with Weasley’s prick all the way down his throat.
Weasley moaned, his hand going to Potter’s head. “Harry. Good. So good, baby.”
Draco wondered at the nickname and then Potter was moving, sliding back up, letting Weasley almost fall from his lips before bobbing his head up and down. Slow, so slow.
Draco’s hand was not enough. Not like this. He cleared his throat and Potter glanced over at him, not stopping in his movements. Biting his lip against nervousness, Draco shucked off his clothes and started pumping his cock.
Potter’s eyes gleamed and he kept his eyes on Draco while sucking Weasley off.
Weasley was mostly awake, tugging at his hair, more whimpers and moans of, “Baby” and “Baby’s mouth is so pretty.”
Draco wanted. Gods, he wanted. He didn’t want just Potter’s mouth on his. He wanted his mouth on Potter’s, and with Potter’s, licking at that dick, and he shut his eyes, trying to control himself.
“Fuck,” Draco whimpered and stilled his hand.
Potter protested, the noise muffled around dick. With a deep breath of courage, Draco moved, sliding down the bed and not looking at Weasley. Just at Potter. Whose eyes were glimmering again.
“Fuck,” Weasley gasped.
Draco took one more breath of courage (who knew if he had a bit of Gryffindor in him? Gods, he wanted a Gryffindor inside him) and then he licked the base of Weasley’s cock, up to Potter’s mouth and they kissed around the head, licking at each other’s mouths and licking precome off Weasley’s cock. Fingers tangled in his hair, and Weasley whimpered something that sounded like, “Blimey, Ferret.”
Draco smiled and Harry moved away enough to let Draco take Weasley into his mouth. Just the wide head, his lips stretched around the ridge. He sucked softly, humming at the sharp taste of his release. Weasley’s hips moved, and he sort of pushed and Draco let a few centimeters into the back of his throat. There was no way he was going to deep throat this cock. Not like Potter could. He bobbed his head, sucking and moaning. He noted that the moaning riled Weasley up almost as much as his mouth did.
His jaw ached too soon and he pulled away for a deep breath, letting Potter back to it, their tongues twisting on the head again. Draco jerked when fingers curled around his dick and he pulled away, meeting Potter’s eyes.
But Weasley yanked at both of their hair and said, “No. Me first. Then you can stroke each other off.”
Draco shivered and huffed a bit, because fuck, he felt a wave of fire with that command and he was more than eager to obey. He and Potter fought over Weasley’s dick and bit at each other’s lips and tugged on Weasley’s balls. Potter deepthroated him again a few more times before letting Draco bob his head up and down just about half of his length.
Weasley’s breath sped up, his stomach twitched, and Draco tugged at his balls, licking at the head with Potter until Weasley was jerking, pulsing his release over their mouths and faces, and Draco moaned, sucking on the head for a few drops just of his own to swallow, and his hair was pulled for the effort. He winced and then Potter was kissing him, his tongue slipping over Weasley’s dick and into Draco’s mouth.
“Good, so good, my baby. Ferret. Shite. That was so good.” He tugged on their hair, and Draco followed the pull just as Harry did. His hands fell to their shoulders and pushed. “Stroke each other off. Come all over me.”
Draco immediately fell into Potter, hand on his dick, the other around his waist for support. Harry wasn’t as long as he was, but he was wide, like Weasley. He wanted it in his mouth. But well, he had an order.
Potter did not seem to mind and the two of them kissed, messy and sloppy and full of moans and curses.
Weasley’s warm hand landed on Draco’s ass and he shivered as the cheek was cupped and fingers slipped into his cleft. His cock throbbed and he jerked his hips back. Potter pulled him forward, their cocks sliding together, and when he had them both in his hand, Draco was coming, crying out and spraying his release all over Weasley’s chest and stomach.
Potter hummed in happiness and after just a few more strokes, added his own mess to Draco’s. Potter fell over Weasley’s body immediately, chasing after the puddles of come even as his body shuddered through the end of his orgasm. Draco only watched for a moment and then joined him, licking come from Weasley's stomach and from Harry’s face.
And that’s when Granger walked in, dressed for classes. “Circe’s tits. What the bloody hell?”
“Language,” Potter said around Weasley’s dick. “You told me to wake them up.”
Granger sighed. “You all are going to be late for classes.” With a wave of her hand, she doused them with cold water that was also a cleaning charm and all three sprung up with a shout. “Hurry. Harry, you need to eat and soon.” She spun with a swish of robes and left them.
Shivering, Potter curled up into Weasley’s warm body and Draco decided that was a good idea and joined him.
“Can’t wait for winter,” Draco said. “Personal heating pad.”
Weasley laughed. “Shut up, Ferret. And yeah, get up. We really can’t be late on day two of classes.”
Potter grumbled a bit, stole a bit of a kiss halfway on Draco’s lips and then pulled away. He stood up, knees shaking, and used the bed and then the desk to stagger toward the shower.
Draco smiled and tried to slide away, but Weasley tightened his hold on his side and used his other hand to tilt Draco’s face up. Draco held his breath in anticipation, but he wasn’t kissed. Weasley licked at his chin and then over his cheek, licking up the fat globs of come.
“Your mouth is so pretty on my cock, Ferret.”
Draco flushed and tried to bury against Weasley’s neck. He had wanted to be kissed. “A compliment for a compliment, Weasley. You have one of the nicest ... no, you have by far the nicest dick I have ever had the joy of sucking.”
Weasley smirked. “I know. I’m going to let you suck on it whenever you want until you can take it all down your throat like my baby can.”
Draco smiled widely. “I look forward to the training.”
Weasley laughed. “Prat. Go on. I have to get up before Hermione comes back and starts throwing freezing rain at me.”
Draco rolled off the bed, an actual happy bounce to his step and he entered the warm bathroom. Potter was already in the shower, and Draco used the loo quickly before joining him, wrapping his arms around Potter’s shoulders and pulling him in close.
“I know it’s still too soon,” Potter said, “but I want you so badly. I ... there’s this gaping hole in my soul where you belong, and while Ron and Hermione don’t feel it as strongly as I do, they do know that someone is missing from our elementals. We were stupid to think that having the three of us was enough.”
“How do you ...” Draco stopped and thought about the question he wanted to ask. “Me, I mean. How ... Blimey, Harry, hodo you know that it’s me that’s missing?”
Harry breathed against him for a long time and then finally pulled away, not answering the question. Silently they washed each other, trading kisses every now and then. Granger’s voice floated to them that they were going to miss breakfast. They hurried a bit faster, drying off and then dressing in their school clothes.
“Shite, I forgot I have to talk to Professor Slughorn this morning.”
“We better hurry,” Potter said.
He bit his lip and looked away, holding out a shaking hand. Draco stared at it for a moment and then took it, entwining their fingers.
“I’m not ... I’m not comfortable doing this in the hallways yet.”
Potter smiled at him. “I know.”
Granger shouted at them to hurry.
“Blimey, she’s bossy,” Draco said.
“Until she’s naked. She loves it when Ron orders her around.”
Draco swallowed roughly because he knew exactly what that was like.
Granger smiled at their entwined hands and led them out of the common room. “Ron will be late. He said not to wait for him.”
“He won’t fall back to sleep?”
Granger shook her head. “No, I think he’s spiraling a bit.”
Potter frowned. “And we left him?”
“Just a bit,” Granger repeated. “Apparently, Malfoy is super hot with a dick in his mouth.”
Draco flushed and let go of Potter’s hand when they saw students in front of him.
“He really, really is,” Potter said and nudged him with a shoulder.
“So are you.”
“So am I,” Granger said and winked at Draco.
Draco definitely preferred cock, but well ... Hermione Granger was awfully pretty. She’d definitely grown into herself since the bushy headed know-it-all from first year.
They entered the Great Hall about halfway through breakfast. Draco did not sit, but set his bag down.
“I need to talk to Professor Slughorn.”
Harry frowned. “Good luck, mate.”
Draco heaved a huge breath and headed up toward the teacher’s table. Halfway there, he realized that Potter had called him “mate.” Harry Potter was his friend. Almost. Maybe. A smile found its way to his face, unbidden, welcome. His chest felt lighter. He almost laughed.
He was bloody mates with Harry bloody Potter.
More than mates, really. He still could taste a lingering hint of Harry in his throat.
Professor Slughorn sat at the end of the table, talking with Professor Flitwick. It did not take long for all of the teachers’ focus to turn to him.
Professor McGonagall smiled at him. “Mister Malfoy. I hope everything's going okay.”
Draco nodded and almost bowed. “Yes, Professor. No problems yet.” Except, you know, the huge one of the Golden Trio wanting him to join their crazy-mental elemental bond. “I came to talk to Professor Slughorn about assistant teaching.”
Professor Slughorn smiled. “Ah, yes, Mister Malfoy. I do apologize for the miscommunication. I had thought you had been contacted about teaching.”
“It isn’t a problem, sir,” Draco said carefully. He knew a liar when he met one. “Granger was talking all through lunch yesterday about how exciting it was to teach. I am hoping to get the experience.”
“Normally, we offer first and second year classes only,” he continued almost as if Draco hadn’t said anything. “But your schedule is full on those days. I have third years, Ravenclaws and Gryffindors, on Friday afternoon for Double Potions. It may cut into your own study time.”
An excuse.
Draco did not take it. “I am sure that I can keep up.”
“Yes, yes, of course. I will have a class schedule for you on Friday, so you know what I will be focusing on.”
Draco nodded. “Thank you, sir.” He turned to leave, but Professor McGonagall called him back.
“Madam Hooch is teaching Hufflepuffs and Gryffindors flying on Thursday mornings. She was hoping you could assist her.”
Draco’s eyes widened and he nodded. “Yes, Professor. I would like that.”
“I am aware of your Astronomy class on Wednesday nights, but--” She smiled at him. “--it’s flying.”
Draco smiled back.
“We have also been discussing the option of having Quidditch coaches for each House team. Since the eighth years are not allowed to play, it might be a good idea to at least keep you involved. The only problem so far is that only you and Mister Potter from the eighth years are adept enough on a broom to coach. Although, Terry Boot and Hannah Abbott may consider it. They were on their House teams before the disastrous middle of the school year last year. Anyway. I will keep you posted. The last thing, Mister Malfoy, is that I do not believe you were given the password to the Slytherin common room.” She glared over at Professor Slughorn.
Draco shook his head.
“They are still your House,” she said. “And you are more than welcome to be there.” She scratched a word on a corner of a parchment and handed it over to him.
“Thank you, ma’am.”
“One day, maybe not one day soon, but one day, the Wizarding World is going to realize that you did nothing wrong during the war.”
“That is certainly debatable, but I am doing my best to keep out of trouble.”
She smiled at him again. “I know. I keep waiting to wake up when I see you walk in here with those three. It’s quite ...”
“Unbelievable,” Draco said. “I take no credit for it. Harry is the one that decided we were going to be friends. He’s a stubborn bloke.”
Professor McGonagall laughed. “Indeed he is. Mister Malfoy. And I do have to warn you, that hanging around with them will probably get you into more trouble. I swear I haven’t had such problems with students since the Marauders.”
“Who?” Draco asked.
She only smiled. “Ask Harry. We’ve taken enough of your time. Have a good day in classes.”
“You too, Professor.” Draco turned around and headed back to their table. Harry watched him all the way there and he had a feeling that Harry had been watching him the entire time. The Ravenclaw table grew silent as he walked by, and he heard someone call him a Death Eater under their breath. But he didn’t care, kept his head high, and his eyes and smile on Harry.
“That went well,” Granger said.
Draco’s plate filled with food and he almost salivated like an uncouth beggar. He shrugged and started eating. “Professor Slughorn was very apologetic that he forgot to offer me a teaching position. And McGonagall said that Madam Hooch wants me to help teach first-year flyers, like Harry is doing.”
“Will you have time for that?” Granger asked.
“I will.”
“Maybe I should make you a work schedule, just in case,” Granger mumbled.
Harry chuckled. “As soon as she does, you’re stuck with us. No turning back. ‘Mione taking an interest in your schoolwork is almost like a marriage vow.”
Draco smiled against the rim of his tea cup. “Part of me doesn’t mind so much, but it is ... really really soon.”
“Too soon,” Harry groused and plopped his head on Draco’s shoulder. “I was impatient before. Now it’s just ...”
“Unbearable,” Granger muttered.
Weasley suddenly sat next to Draco on his other side. “I’m so hungry.”
Granger pondered him for a moment and then said, “Hurry up and eat. We have to get to classes.”
“Are you okay?” Harry asked Weasley, leaning over Draco.
He mumbled something around his fork in his mouth that sounded like, “Fiaksjalkdajjdk.”
Draco snorted. “What was that?”
“He said he was tired, hungry, but in control,” Harry translated.
Granger inhaled and exhaled slowly, before standing and grabbing her bag. “You three be careful. I can see this turning into something bad.”
Harry glared at her. “What is that supposed to mean?”
“Your impatience, his ...” She pointed at Weasley, but did not say what word she obviously wanted to. “... Don’t do anything stupid outside of your room.”
She turned around and left.
Draco turned to Harry, an eyebrow raised.
Harry shrugged. “She’s bossy and in control. I know what she means. These new sensations are driving me mad. Most of them are just spiraling right down to my cock and I have to physically keep myself from begging you to bugger me on this table.”
Draco swallowed and jumped when Weasley put his arm around Draco’s shoulders.
“We love ‘Mione. She’s amazing and a perfect balance to me and the power inside me. But my favorite part is breaking down that control she has. You only saw a little bit of it last night, but man, she can be wild.”
Draco shivered and stood up. “We better head to class.”
Harry huffed. “I hate Ancient Runes.”
“Are you looking forward to any of your classes?” Draco asked.
Harry smiled up at him. “Maybe. But I already got what I came to school for.”
“Orgasms,” Weasley said and winked at Draco.
Harry laughed.
Draco spun around and headed for the doors. He was so glad that school robes were closed and so loose. The image of Harry spread out and fucked open on one of the Great Hall tables was going to plague him all day long.
Part 4: A Few of My Favorite Things
Part 2: School Days
Part 1: Home Sweet Home
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