Finally

by unicornball

Harry and Draco find themselves in Forks, WA. Naturally, we're dealing with your good ol' werewolves and wizards combo. (HP/JB, DM/OMC. M/M slash. [Lots of] Mpreg. Rated M; mature content and language) Complete.

10. Chapter 10

Harry is nearly drifting off to sleep, gaze occasionally straying to the bright band of metal on his finger, blissfully warm and cozy still lying atop Jake when they hear a rapid but soft knocking on the door.

Jake groans softly and leans up slightly to whisper in Harry's ear. "Maybe if we don't answer, they'll go away." He's staring at the door, willing the intruder to go fuck off. He doesn't care if it's selfish; he isn't ready to share Harry yet. Jake wraps his arms tighter around Harry, grinning slightly when he makes a breathless and dramatically over-exaggerated squeak.

A soft giggle is heard from the other side of the door, quickly followed by Luna's happy voice. "Not likely, Jacob." She knocks once more, but doesn't try to open the door.

Harry chuckles softly at what he's sure to be a slack jawed look on Jake's face, not sure he could explain how Luna knows things even if he tried. Apparently, she's also equipped with super hearing as well.

"I managed to keep Hermione from stomping up here but I don't think you'll have more than ten minutes before she comes up anyway," Luna says brightly.

Harry can just tell that she's covering her mouth, her blue eyes sparkling with mirth and knowing.

"Get dressed and come back down to the party!" She's tempted to offer her eager congratulations but wisely decides to wait until they actually announce the good news since there's a door between them. It's much more fun to see the shocked looks on people's faces when she says things like that.

Oh, it's going to be torture not to tell Hermione!

Jake can just barely make out the sound of Luna skipping down the hall and then bouncing down the steps. Seriously, she is hopping and jumping down them like he's seen Teddy do whenever his dad isn't looking. He grins. Luna, while strange and gifted with horrible timing, is one cool chick. He makes a mental note to make sure he remembers to spend some more time with her before she leaves; she's bound to have a very interesting perspective on his Harry.

Harry rolls his eyes, blushing slightly and clears his throat, "Sure thing, Luna. Be down in a moment." He groans softly, burying his face in Jake's neck. "Bugger," he mutters.

Jake chuckles, smoothing a hand down Harry's bare back. "She's gone, babe." He sits up with Harry still attached to him. He hears Harry chuckle as he wraps his legs tightly around his waist. "C'mon. It's shower time."

Harry nuzzles into Jake's chest as they walk towards the bathroom. "Fine fine." His hands slide down to Jake's arse, squeezing lightly. "And I promise to be good otherwise we won't leave for another hour." He laughs at Jake's quiet groan but it ends in an indignant howl as his bare arse lands on the cool counter when Jake plops him down. "Oi!" He shifts to lift his cheeks off the cool marble and tucks his hands under him as he sends a half-hearted glare towards Jake.

Jake grins as he turns away and turns the water on. He wiggles his hips and ass when he can feel Harry's gaze on him and grins again over his shoulder. "C'mon, we're down to like eight minutes and I don't think Hermione will think twice about barging in here and dragging us down there bare assed and dripping wet," he says and absently sticks a hand under the spray, adjusting the water until it's steaming. He'll probably boil a little but Harry loves his water hot.

Harry just nods and grunts softly but doesn't make any moves to follow him, not taking his eyes off Jake's bare arse. Merlin, but it's perfect. His hands twitch slightly with longing to just grab, uncaring he'd just had the softly muscled flesh in his hands moments ago.

He ogles Jake; green eyes flick up slightly and he absently runs his tongue along his bottom lip as he looks at the slight dimples over the round arse. He's not sure why but he's fascinated by the sexy little indents, dipping his thumbs in them or running his tongue along them. He's nearly zoned out as he takes in the broad shoulders, defined with smooth, sleek muscle. His gaze wanders down to Jake's legs, watching as they flex and shift as Jake leans and bends to adjust the water in the shower, the trim calves nearly bouncing as Jake shifts and hops into the bath.

"You coming?"

Harry's thoughts jerk to a halt and he jumps, giving Jake a sheepish grin before carefully sliding off the counter. He struts playfully towards the shower, holding back a smirk as Jake watches with a soft laugh, shutting the door behind him and pressing himself along Jake's front.

He looks up with a playful smirk. "Shall I be cheeky and say 'yes, please' or just be a good lad?"

Jake snorts, his hands already working shampoo in his hair furiously. He carefully opens one eye, narrowly avoiding the stinging suds dripping down his face. "Just be good. Seriously," his eyes dart to the door, "I don't need that chick coming in here and getting you."

Or seeing Harry naked, he adds silently. He's pretty sure Hermione didn't think of Harry like that but she is now single and he doesn't like taking risks. He doesn't doubt Harry at all but it would be a shame to have to get all Alpha Wolf Jake on Harry's best friend if he can avoid it. His eyes narrow in thought, now that he's thinking about it, he got the feeling that her eyes are straying to Luna.

But still...

Harry laughs and stretches, running his fingers through Jake's sudsy hair, massaging lightly. "Relax," he murmurs and leans up to kiss Jake softly. "I highly doubt she's going to storm in here if she thinks we're indecent. She doesn't want to see either of our bits." He nearly covers Jake's bits with a possessive hand at the thought.

Jake just rolls his eyes and ducks his head under the spray to rinse his hair. "Better not," he mumbles and gets to work on showering, trying hard to avoid Harry's slippery, wandering hands.

~oOo~

Hermione's trying to keep track of many things at once:

Harry's (and Jake's) whereabouts.

Luna's conversation about her surprising adoration with America.

And the wandering eyes of Seth. She moves subtly each time Seth's eyes wander over Luna's face and body, placing herself closer or touching some part of Luna hoping Seth will get the picture and bugger off. So far he hasn't and Hermione is unwilling to actually be rude to the likeable young werewolf. Finally, she just grabs Luna's hand and wraps it in both of hers and settles them on her lap. Seth's eyes track the movement and they widen comically.

"Oh, shit!" Seth says quietly, only at the last minute remembering not to shout in his surprise. He looks between Hermione and Luna, his mouth hanging open. Woah. Lesbians! He does a mental happy dance, no longer caring he can't flirt with Luna anymore. Luna is pretty (and blonde!), but he doesn't want to anger Hermione with any more flirting.

"I didn't know," he murmurs sincerely, leaning in closer. Luna is basically ignoring him, beaming a brilliant smile at Hermione. "I'm sorry if I was, you know, being an asshole."

Hermione laughs, surprised at his bluntness. "It's alright, Seth. It's not like you knew." She gives Luna a quick smile back, rubbing her hand affectionately.

Seth shakes his head and grins. "Nope. I don't think anyone did," he says with wiggling eyebrows. He barely holds in a laugh when Hermione blushes and whips her head around to make sure their conversation is still private. He's not sure if he should offer to keep it a secret or not.

He doesn't want to push but he doesn't like keeping things from his pack, especially Leah. She'll kick his ass—literally, he thinks with a mental wince—if she finds out he didn't let her in on something juicy.

"No, I haven't had the chance to talk to Harry yet." Hermione clears her throat and glances at Luna from the corner of her eye. Her earlier annoyance with her best friend resurfaces; she's barely been able to say a few words to Harry since he got here and then the git went and disappears with Jake. She can really only excuse it because Jake looked really anxious right before they had wandered off.

"It's not exactly a secret, but there's a lot more to it than just Luna and me."

Seth cocks his head slightly, unsure what she means. "Like what?" He nearly says 'never mind' when Hermione looks uncomfortable and shifts awkwardly in her seat, her gaze lowering to the floor for a minute.

Luna speaks up instead, her voice quiet but serious. "Hermione hasn't told Harry about her and Ron yet," she says and looks to Hermione, her eyes slightly sad. "He won't be upset, you know. He's had his own issues with Ron." She smiles when Hermione nods and mutters 'true'. "I know Harry; he'll only be concerned that you're happy."

She wants to ask if Hermione is happy but she already knows the answer. She smirks slightly; how could Hermione not be happy with her true love?

Hermione blinks at the smirk on Luna's face, a bit surprised by the reaction her body has to seeing it. She shouldn't like it but she does. She can really only nod, lifting Luna's hand to her lips and briefly placing a kiss on her knuckles. "True," she says again.

She doesn't get a chance to further explain when she sees Jake enter the room, Harry only a step behind him. She's about to say something else when her sharp eyes pick up a glint on Harry's hand. His left hand.

She can't help herself, she shrieks out "Harry!" and smiles when he hunches his shoulders and plasters himself to Jake. She huffs, like Jake can protect him from her. "Harry James Potter!" she says loud enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to make the whole room aware of it.

Jake's eyebrows rise, his eyes are alight with humor as he looks behind him to see Harry cowering slightly. A glance back and Hermione and he really can't blame him. She looks quite scary.

"Hi, 'Mione," Harry says when he's dragged over. Judging by the tight grip he's got on Harry's hand, Jake nearly had to pick the wizard up and carry him. "How's it going?"

Hermione raises an eyebrow at Harry incredulously. Is he really going to try to squirm out of this? "Oh, you know, not much has changed for me in the past hour or so since we talked." She says her eyes pointedly staring at the ring on Harry's left ring finger.

She's up and grabbing him in a fierce hug a moment later. "I broke up with Ron and I'm in love with Luna," she blurts out, still hugging Harry tightly. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner but it I just didn't seem to get a moment to talk to you! I'm sorry," she says again with a small sniffle.

"Er, 'Mione?" Harry twitches, trying to loosen Hermione's hold on him and he's a bit embarrassed to find he can't budge the clingy witch. He settles for stroking a soothing hand through her hair. "Its fine, 'Mione. I'm glad," he says quietly, trying not to get her hair in his mouth. Gradually Hermione loosens her hold on him and he's able to lean back enough to look at her. "Really. I'm sorry it didn't work with Ron but I can't say I'm surprised." He really doesn't have to add that Ron is a massive prat; Hermione is well aware of it.

Hermione laughs quietly and wipes her eyes with a sheepish smile. "Well, I've always said you were smarter than you look." She grins when he yells out an indignant 'Oi!' and refocuses on what she meant to say before her impromptu confession. "Congratulations." She hugs him again, not so tightly this time and reaches a hand out to take one of Jake's, squeezing it briefly. "I'm a little disappointed we didn't get to see the whole engagement process, though."

Jake's cheeks warm and he shuffles his feet. "I was going to," he says, pointedly ignoring the knowing grin on Hermione's face. Luna is smiling at him but he gets the impression it's meant to sooth and comfort him so he focuses on her instead for a moment. "I got nervous and Harry pulled me away and made me ask him all alone."

Which, seeing how it went down, he's grateful for. He can't imagine making that big a mess of it in front of everyone. Even his dad would tease unmercifully. Forever.

Harry laughs and wraps an arm around Jake's waist, looking up adoringly at Jake as he rests a hand on Jake's chest. "Well, yeah. He looked ready to pass out, I wanted to make sure he was alright. I didn't know he had a ring in his pocket." He proudly holds up his hand, showing the gorgeous ring off to Hermione, Luna and a stunned Seth. "I practically had to put it on myself," he murmurs quietly. He grins when Luna giggles softly.

"Harry!" Jake hisses, mortified. He works to ignore the innocent wide green eyes looking up at him. "You little bastard, you said we weren't going to tell the embarrassing details."

Harry chuckles and squeezes Jake slightly. "I can't not tell 'Mione, she's my best friend." Jake's eyes dart to Seth and he nearly snarls. Harry snorts a laugh and rolls his eyes. "Seth is still too busy ogling my ring; I guarantee he didn't even hear what I said." He turns and looks at Seth. "Right?"

"Huh?" Seth's eyes flick up to Harry's face. "Sorry, I sorta spaced out there for a minute..." He blinks and focuses on Jake and Harry, a large grin growing on his face. "Congrats, man!" he says happily, slapping them both on the shoulder.

Harry laughs and waves a hand at him as he gives Jake a pointed look. "Nothing, no problem. Thanks, Seth." He grins as he looks around at the small group. "So. How about cake and presents?"

Luna is the first to react. She claps her hands together excitedly. "Yes!" She pulls a small box from a pocket and shoves it towards Harry, forcing him to hold it. "Here! Open mine first!"

Harry just shakes his head with a smile and waits on the sofa while Jake lets everyone know what's going on. It doesn't take long for the call of 'Cake and presents!' to have everyone gathering round.

Seth hops up and makes a fast escape, eagerly heading towards the cake. He fishes in his pocket for the candles, not at all feeling it juvenile to put shaped candles on a cake for a 21 year old. He lights them and carries the flaming cake back into the main room, singing the birthday song at the top of his lungs. Everyone else joins in after a laugh.

Once Harry has blown out the candles, an embarrassed blush burning his face the whole time, Seth makes a point to get everyone's attention again. "I think Harry here has something he needs to say," he says loudly, waving his arms around.

Jake's eyes widen as Harry holds up his left hand, his blush deepening even though he's smiling, and the lights of the room glint off of the ring. "Oh hell," he mutters when the room erupts into a joyous cacophony of sound. He's aware of many hands patting and slapping his back and shoulders in congratulations, Joe and Draco being the most obvious.

He grabs Harry, freeing him almost roughly from a group embrace, feeling panicky for a moment and needing the contact. "Thank you," he finally says to the room in general once it gets quieter. "I know it might seem sudden," he looks around and is surprised no one is agreeing, only seeing happy expectant faces.

He clears his throat and changes what he was going to say since he no longer has to justify his actions now. "We'll be sure to let everyone know when we've set a date," he says with a grin when he sees his dad roll back in the room with a shocked, but happy, look on his face. His beer falls from his loose fingers and lands in his lap, making Billy jump slightly as the cold bottle lands on his lap.

A few minutes later, Jake is comfortably settled on the couch again with Harry pressed closely to his side. A plate of nearly forgotten cake balanced on his knee, the arm not wrapped around Harry is draped on the sofa cushions behind Harry's head and his fingers occasionally brush along the back of Harry's neck or run through the dark silken mass of hair. He nearly snorted a large bite of cake earlier when Harry opened Luna's present, her light blue eyes twinkling with merriment, and probably a healthy dose of that knowing shit she does, when she explained the meaning behind the gift.

He had to bite his cheek, hard, when Harry's cheeks pinked as he stuttered a soft "Thank you" and placed the wooden bracelet on the farthest surface he could without getting up (or throwing it) and hurried to the next gift.

Jake leans forward and plucks it off the table, holding it between his index finger and thumb, examining the intricately carved and twisted wood.

He's pretty sure Luna called the slightly lighter wood Honduran Mahogany but he mostly focused on what she called its 'properties' of fertility. He grins, side-eyeing Harry as he smooths a thumb over the wood, the pad of his thumb tracing over a carved symbol. A rune. He didn't think Harry would need any help from the bracelet. The other wood, Lignum something or other, made him smile up at Luna briefly.

Apparently it was supposed to help with new beginnings or something, supposedly being a very strong form of natural magic. It's a thoughtful gift; he could tell Harry is pleased with it, even under his blush, and will probably always wear it once he has the nerve to actually slide it on.

He runs his index finger over it again, feeling awed that Luna had made such a beautiful object. He can feel a very slight tingle of magic—

Jake's thoughts stutter to a halt and his hand nearly crushes the wooden bracelet in his shocked surprise as he feels a voice whisper through his mind. He frowns slightly, cocking his head a little and tries to focus on the sensation again.

He casts a look around the room but no one else seems to have felt or heard it. His frown deepens. What the fuck was that?

He's about to ask Harry if he felt anything off when he feels it again. Stronger and slightly louder this time. He grits his teeth when he recognizes it finally and carefully grabs Harry's hand, slipping the bracelet over his fingers and onto his wrist before he can protest. He fists his now safely empty hands and softly mutters "Sam".

The reaction of every werewolf in the room, even Remus, is immediate. Remus and Seth merely look at him with curiosity tinged with worry. Joe gives him a baleful glare, which Jake knows isn't directed at him but at the mention of Sam. Leah, not surprisingly, has her upper lip lifted in a silent snarl and a growling, puffed up Leo on her lap. Jake's pretty sure the little cat is growling about Sam too, which is so fucking odd he decides to ignore it for now.

Jake runs a hand down Harry's arm, getting his attention, as he leans in close. Harry's holding a small broom in his hands, idly toying with the yellowish bristles. He quietly murmurs in Harry's ear once he cocks his head towards Jake. "Please stay here, I've gotta check on something outside." Harry's eyes widen slightly as he turns his head and Jake can easily see that he wants to ask questions or go with him but he just bites his lip and nods.

"Thanks," he whispers and leans in to place a soft, quick kiss on Harry's lips. "And before you say it, I'll holler if I need you." He gives Harry a lopsided grin and squeezes his hand gently, his thumb briefly caressing the band on his finger, before he stands and jerks his head towards the front door at his now alert pack members. He notices Draco narrowing his eyes at Joe's retreating form and snickers.

Draco joins Harry on the couch, their heads together as they murmur quietly to each other, gazes locked on their respective werewolves as they leave the room.

Jake nearly goes back when he sees both sets of eyes filled with a strange combination of fury and concern. Nigel is also watching the group leave; the only ones not yet aware of a problem are Neville and Teddy, both enjoying their cake and chatting happily about all the movies Teddy likes. Hermione and Luna are just watching quietly as they leave, their hands entwined tightly. Jake feels a moment of relief that his dad isn't there at the moment, picking the perfect time to wander the house in search of a bathroom.

As soon as they all meet up in the hallway, Jake turns around and nearly jumps when he notices Remus there, too. He shifts awkwardly and rubs the back of his neck, unsure what he's supposed to do. Remus isn't a member of his pack but he knows the older man cares for Harry, even calling him his 'cub' on occasion.

He blinks when he sees a smirk on the older man's pleasant face. "Uh," he starts. Well, fuck it. The worst he can do at the moment is tell Harry on him. "Remus... uh... what's up?"

Remus' smirk falls into a soft smile. "I realize it's not my place to be here, but I'd hoped you wouldn't mind. If this is a threat to your pack or Harry, I'd like to help, if I can."

Mellow amber eyes flash dangerous yellow so quickly Jake nearly misses it and he finds himself making a decision. Something wild lurks under the older man's easygoing facade and he's not entirely sure it's strictly due to the man being a werewolf. He nods.

"Of course, but if shit does get nasty, you gotta back off," Jake says after a moment's thought. He nearly cringes as he says it; he sure as hell wouldn't go running away from a fight and he's quite sure Remus won't either but he doesn't want anything bad to happen to the man. "You can't phase until the full moon and that fucker won't hesitate to try to hurt you."

He doesn't think he has to add in that he'd be responsible should something bad happen. Harry probably won't blame him but he'd blame himself if harm came to the older werewolf.

Remus' answering grin is nearly feral. "Oh, I certainly can 'wolf out'," he says with a playful nudge and wink at Seth, who laughs loudly before clapping a hand over his mouth with a guilty expression, "whenever. It's only at the full moon when I have no control over it. I've slowly come to... embrace my nature." He glances back into the room at Nigel, Teddy and Harry before giving Jake his full attention again. "It's helped immeasurably with my control. It will only be as a last resort, mind you, since I'm fully at Moony's mercy in that state, though."

"Alright then." Jake nods thoughtfully, understanding exactly what the man means. He looks to his pack and sighs heavily. "I'm pretty sure Sam is either here or on his way. I have no idea why or what his intentions are," he mutters, running a hand over his face and through his hair. "Honestly, I'm pretty fucking shocked he was able to talk to me." He furrows his brows in thought.

"Yeah, that's kinda weird," Seth offers. He wants to blush when everyone turns to look at him. "Well, it is. He shouldn't be able to. Unless it's like... an Alpha thing." He shrugs and looks at the floor. It's not like there's ever been two Alphas before, so he's only guessing.

Leah snorts, hoisting Leo up on her shoulder. Her little kitten is almost getting too big to ride on her shoulder and she nearly pouts at the thought. "None of us heard it." She looks at Jake thoughtfully, her finger rubbing small circles between Leo's ears. "Could come in handy, though, if you can talk to that fucker without having to actually look at him."

Leo makes a noise that she decides is a laugh. That's right; Leo knows his bitch is funny. She smirks and coos at the kitten, making him purr louder and gently knead her shoulder with his paws.

"Yeah, maybe." Jake purses his lips slightly in thought. "Who knows?" He cocks his head slightly, the whispering voice of Sam louder and insistent now. "Oh, fuck off!" he growls quietly to the voice inside his head and fists his hands again. "Okay, let's go. I wanna figure out what he wants." He turns and heads out the front door, not waiting for them to respond.

As he walks around the back of the house towards the woods he easily makes out Sam's wolf standing just in front of the trees. He doesn't pause and works on clearing his mind. If Sam can hear him, he doesn't want to give any of his thoughts away in case it's a two-way street.

He steps up to the large black wolf, considers crossing his arms over his chest but decides against it. He doesn't want Sam to think he's being defensive or unwilling to listen. He pauses, waiting for Sam to phase back. After a solid minute of waiting, he just raises an eyebrow at the wolf and cocks his head.

"Anytime you wanna talk, Sam..." He hasn't heard anything in his head so he knows Sam would have to phase back if he wants to talk.

The large, black wolf makes a disgruntled noise and phases, Sam's face set in a scowl. He doesn't step closer and has a brief flair of shame at being the only one naked but easily ignores it. "Jake."

"Sam."

It's quiet again for another moment, Jake waiting for Sam to speak first. He learned from Draco the art of making people squirm; give them a fierce sneer and just glare them down. They'll crack and start babbling. He nearly grins in triumph when Sam's face contorts with disgusted resignation and he opens his mouth.

"I didn't think it would work."

Jake rolls his eyes. "Well, it did." He waves a hand vaguely as if to illustrate his point. He wants to ask what the bastard wants so bad but he knows Sam will tell him without him asking. He goes back to his 'evil stare' and soon enough Sam cows under it again and starts talking again.

"That's good. Seems to be limited though, which I suppose it probably for the best," Sam finally says, fighting the urge to babble. He hides a wince, thankful they aren't connected like they used to be. Those are images and thoughts he has no interest in. "I had a talk with the elders and they've advised me to reconcile with you. Let you back in the pack."

Jake snorts and makes to turn away, only stopping when he feels Sam wrap a hand around his arm to stop him. He glares down at the hand on his arm and nearly howls with laughter when Sam hurries to remove it, holding both hands up in a sign of surrender.

"Thanks," he says, making sure the sarcasm is heavy in his tone. God, he's been around Draco too long if he's able to sound like this so easily. He wants to grin when he can feel everyone behind him have the same thought. "But no thanks. We're good."

"Alright," Sam says easily before he swallows and looks down for a moment. "I can understand that."

He's not going to apologize. He was right to do what he did, no matter what anyone tries to tell him. Truthfully, he doesn't want Jake, or any of the ones that left to join him, back in his pack. Just because the freaks can somehow have children now doesn't make it all OK, regardless of that being the main reason he gave Jake.

However, he's been growing more nervous the longer he'd gone without hearing from the other Alpha. He doesn't mind Seth, Joe and Leah leaving as much as he has a problem with Jake being the stronger Alpha... and probably very aware of it. He wouldn't hesitate to use that to his advantage and make sure Jake was out of the way, one way or another, so naturally he feared Jake would do the same. He'd still rather the freaks left all together, but he knows it isn't going to happen.

"Is there a chance for a truce?" Sam asks, trying to keep his voice even and he feels proud when there isn't a waver. He slowly raises a hand out to Jake, not really wanting the contact but well aware of the symbolism being the important part making it necessary.

Jake stares at Sam for a long moment, his eyes not dropping to look at the outstretched hand. He's not sure how, but he knows Sam isn't the least bit interested in a truce; he's just afraid Jake will overpower him and reclaim the pack. He wants to laugh and tell him to fuck off, but he doesn't.

He's really not interested in fighting with Sam or his old pack. If this will keep those bastards away from him and his family, a semblance of peace, he'll take it. He slowly reaches out, clamping his hand around Sam's. He doesn't squeeze overly hard, just enough pressure to make it a firm shake.

"Okay. I'll agree to a truce. That goes for everyone in my pack."

"Of course." Sam's eyes flick between Leah, Seth and Joe before he nods slowly.

Jake's scowls, squeezing his hand around Sam's a bit. "Everyone. You'll know who they are, but I'll spell it out for you." He knows the bastard will be able to tell by smell, but why take chances? He really won't mind a reason to tear into Sam's ass but he's not willing to risk anyone he cares about. "Harry, Draco, Remus, Nigel, Teddy, my dad, Mrs. Clearwater." With each name he tightens his hand, making sure Sam is remembering and listening.

"Harry's friends are visiting for a little while. None of them are to be bothered; I don't care where they are. All of them are well aware of our... past relationship, so I doubt you'll have to worry about running into them."

"Alright." Sam nods again, trying to keep the grimace off his face from Jake's tight grip, wishing Jake would let go but unwilling to be the first to concede. "I cannot make any promises if anyone acts aggressively, though."

Jake tightens his hand again, savagely hoping Sam's hand breaks soon. "Yes; you can. We tend to have different opinions on what counts as aggressive," he growls softly. He steps closer to Sam, enjoying the way his eyes widen and his nostrils flare slightly with panicky fear.

"You don't touch any of them, for any reason, unless you want to test me. They are all capable of protecting themselves, as well, so unless you need a hard lesson, let your pride go on this and we'll be fine." Jake steps back but doesn't loosen his grip, no longer caring he's probably crushing the bastard's hand. Sam's a fast healer, anyway.

Sam nods, reluctantly this time. "Fine." He doesn't voice his doubts. He's seen the freaks Jake's been hanging around with and he's sure none of them would be able to defend themselves against him or his pack. He nearly smirks at the thought. He whimpers deep in his throat and winces a moment later, the bones in his hand making a sickening grinding crunch sound as Jake's hand squeezes even tighter still. Fuck, somehow his thoughts weren't so secret.

"I'm serious," Jake says in a low growl. "You have no idea..." he says, his voice low and edging towards deadly. He can feel rage bubbling, his wolf nearly howling inside to get out and tear, maim, kill at the thought of Sam touching his Harry. He can feel Joe behind him, tense and rigid, obviously aware of the entire exchange. Leo is somehow growling menacingly enough to make the hairs on the back of his neck want to stand up.

He grins with savage pleasure when Sam shrinks back. "It's not worth it, Sam. We're fine as long as you remember to just stay away."

Sam nods, his head moving rapidly. He doesn't want to try to speak, knowing his voice will sound small and scared. He briefly allows a surge of hot anger to flow through him. How dare Jake threaten him?

Rational thought comes back quickly; it is indeed unwise to provoke Jake. As much as it chafes him, he's well aware he'll lose if he tries to challenge Jake. He could tell himself it would be a close fight, his ego demanded it, but he isn't stupid enough to actually try it. He's no longer caring about bravado, he jerks his hand from Jake's grip, surprised at how easily Jake lets go. He stumbles backwards a bit and glares at the other Alpha before catching himself. "Fine," he repeats with one final nod.

He clears his throat, now fearing the last piece of information he needs to share. He doesn't feel smug about it anymore, not after looking into Jake's normally friendly eyes and seeing all they could promise if he steps out of line.

"I also have to tell you… you are to remove yourselves from the rez." He wants to flinch at the hard look he's getting from Jake again.

"What?"

"The elders," Sam says quickly, hoping to divert Jake's rage to them instead. He did have a large part in the decision but knows, now, how unwise it'll be to tell that to Jake. "Decided it. You have to move off the rez." He clears his throat again. Why the fuck is it so dry all of a sudden? "You aren't part of the pack, so therefore considered a rival. No longer part of our tribe..." he trails off at the multiple angry glares he's under now, trying to ignore a few low growls as well. Even the strange older man is giving him a hard look and it's almost as terrifying as Jake's. The man's eyes are nearly glowing and he forces himself to look back at Jake.

"It wasn't my decision and it's not because of—" He pauses and refuses to anger the werewolf in front of him any more by saying any of the words he was going to, "your imprint. It's some old tribal magic thing."

He looks to Seth and Leah, jumping slightly at the large snarling cat perched on Leah's shoulder. Fuck, when did Leah get a baby panther? "I'm sorry, really I am."

Jake growls softly, feeling very sure the bastard isn't sorry and resists the urge to slam his fists—or his teeth—into Sam. "Who, exactly, is being forced out?"

"All of you." Sam swallows heavily, his throat making a dry click. "Even your dad." Fuck, how did this go so horribly wrong? He isn't supposed to be feeling scared! He is supposed to be feeling smug he's getting his way; Jake and his pack of freaks away from his pack.

Jake turns slightly, giving Seth a pointed look. Seth nods eagerly and runs back towards the house, slipping in the back door a moment later. He sends Sam a look of loathing, "I see," he says and turns fully, his back to Sam, hoping the fucker takes it as the insult he intends.

Stepping away a few feet, he quietly consults with Joe and Leah. "I'm sorry—" he starts and gets cut off by Leah.

"Fuck that shit, Jake," Leah says harshly, slashing a hand through the air. "This ain't your fault," she levels an angry glare at Sam, smirking darkly when he flinches. Leo snarls, swiping a sharp clawed paw towards the cringing werewolf for good measure.

She has no idea where the fuck they're going to go, but she can't worry about that right now. She turns when she hears Seth coming back, followed closely by Harry and Draco. She involuntarily steps back a bit, blinking rapidly and rubbing her eyes for good measure as she stares at the approaching wizards.

They're both practically throwing off sparks and Harry looks like he could murder someone with just a look. They aren't waving their wands around but she's hoping they've got them stuffed up their asses or something so they can whip them out if needed. She grins and rubs her hands together with maniacal glee.

"Oh please tell me you guys are gonna do one of those hexes to this fucker's balls?" she asks as they pass her. Leo makes that laughing sound again and she rubs his ear. Harry gives her a distracted smile but shakes his head before his attention is back on Jake.

She is well aware that Leo is nearly four times his size and leans towards Draco as soon as the blonde stops beside Joe. "Yo, dude?" she whispers, elbowing the blonde gently. Draco's silvery gaze is on her a moment later and Leah finds herself quite happy she's never seriously pissed him off. He might look 'poncey' but that kind of look promises pain.

Draco's gaze softens as he focuses on Leah and he inclines his head. "Yes?"

"Uhm." She sidles closer and points to Leo, who's somehow able to still balance himself on her shoulder. He doesn't really feel any heavier, which is weird. She carefully pulls him down and holds him up towards Draco. "Why the fuck did my cat swell up?" she asks, a larger Leo in her hands, his ears are still back in agitation but he gives Draco a nuzzle when the blonde looks him over.

Draco surprises them both with a soft laugh. "He's a wizarding cat, obviously. Explains the spots," he murmurs, a finger tracing one circular shape. He gives a small smile when Leo starts to purr at the touch. "Leave it to Potter to snatch one out of thin air and give it to a werewolf," he says with a teasing grin at Leah.

"They can alter themselves, if needed. Seems this little guy," he coos, scratching Leo under the chin, "felt the need to be bigger." His looks over the cat thoughtfully. "This is probably about the size he'll eventually grow to, so, get used to that." He smirks at Leah, imaging the larger cat trying to ride her shoulder as he does now.

Leah's eyes are large as she looks between Draco and Leo. She's ignoring the fact, for now, that Draco just cooed at her kitten and focuses on what he said. "That's so fucking bad ass. What else can he do?"

"Not sure," Draco says and shrugs one shoulder. "Most tend to have unique abilities. Only time will tell." He smiles softly when Leo nods and bumps his head into Leah's chin. "He's already very loyal to you, so I'm sure he'll share soon."

Leah just nods, gives Leo a thoughtful look and looks back at Sam. Jake is standing slightly in front of Harry and she's momentarily surprised the wizard is allowing it. She's well aware Harry doesn't need to hide behind Jake but she's pretty sure he's only allowing it so Jake doesn't completely lose his shit and snap.

She smirks as she takes in Sam's expression; his face is pinched with a little fear and revulsion as his eyes flick from Harry to Jake. She so doesn't envy that bastard but then again it's his own fault for having the balls to think he could intimidate Jake. Or Harry. The wizard is on the small side, especially compared to the werewolves, but just as dangerous. Like one of those colorful snakes she saw on some nature program. She must have said that aloud because Leo and Draco both snort out a short laugh and nod in agreement.

Harry eyes Jake closely, well aware how close he is to deadly violence towards the stupid man standing naked in front of them. Seth only said Sam was kicking them out of their homes before turning around and making sure they followed him back outside, obviously on Jake's recommendation.

Jake looks over at him and he immediately puts up a silencing bubble around them. Jake's eyes flash a silent thank you before he hurriedly apologizes and starts babbling. His words are fast and panicky but his body posture never changes.

"Oh god, Harry! What the fuck am I going to do? He's kicking them all out! Everyone! Where will they go? Shit! Fuck! How could I drag them all into this fucking mess?" Jake wants to kick something and pull his hair out but he's keenly aware of all the eyes on him, mostly Sam's, so he doesn't. He can't help the way his chest is heaving, though. He'd probably pass out if he tried.

Harry closes the distance between them, not caring about the audience. He closely watches Jake and sighs with relief when Jake doesn't ask him not to get too close. He lays a hand on Jake's arm and strokes it lightly, immediately noticing Jake's shoulder relaxing. "Stop. You know they chose this. They chose to go with you," he says quietly and gives Jake a soft look.

"You really can't force people to stand with you, they make that choice and you can't stop them, only respect their right to choose." Jake reluctantly nods, well aware Harry is talking from his own experiences. "I know it's hard and it bloody well sucks when things get tough but they're not going to just leave you so they can save their own arses." He smiles up at Jake. "Besides, they're not going to be homeless. We've got plenty of room," he says brightly.

He doesn't bother to ask if Sam has the authority to do what he's threatening; Jake's reaction is answer enough that he can.

"What?" Jake's eyes go wide and he tries not to gape stupidly. "I can't ask you—" Harry's eyes narrow and he steps closer, nearly making Jake step back. Shit. He does not want to piss off Harry.

"You didn't ask. I'm offering."

"Okay!" Jake says and goes quiet, letting himself think. He knows it's pointless to try to talk Harry out of his decision and he's not sure he even wants to if he's honest with himself. Finally, he sighs and nods slightly. "Okay, okay, I get it. But all your friends are still here..." He glances towards the house.

Harry shrugs, his hand wrapping around Jake's wrist. "They're not staying forever, besides I'm sure there is something else that can be done," he murmurs softly.

He can still feel the anger coming off Jake in waves so he steps even closer, his shoulders relaxing slightly as he sees Jake's posture easing a bit more. His pinky brushes soft circles on Jake's inner wrist. "In the mean time, we'll make room. I'm sorry this happened but no one is going to be left out. Alright?" He slides his hand down to loosely clasp Jake's hand. He smiles when he feels Jake's thumb trace along the metal band on his finger.

"Okay," Jake finally says closing his eyes and breathing deeply.

Part of him, that stupid male prideful part, really wants to say 'no' to Harry but the practical part is willing to accept help and allow Harry to help him take care of his pack, his family. Well, their family. He's well aware of Harry's desire to help those he feels close to.

"Okay," he says again with a sigh. "I'm still fucking pissed but I can think a little better now that I don't have to worry about this. Thank you," he murmurs, squeezing Harry's hand briefly. He scrubs a hand over his face and looks at Sam from the corner of his eye. The bastard is glaring openly at Harry and Jake nearly loses the tenuous hold on his anger.

Harry doesn't think, he just knows he's determined to help ease Jake's tension. He leans up and softly kisses him. A moment later he hears a symphony of snarls and he's thrown roughly backwards. Thankfully, his instincts kick in and he surrounds himself with a strong Protego the moment he lands on the ground. A flash of pale hair in his periphery has him rolling, stumbling up onto his feet and quickly running over to cover Draco's unconscious form on the ground as well.

What the bloody hell just happened?

He blinks stupidly as he takes in the scene before him and he's not sure what to do next.

They're surrounded by snarling werewolves. A sinking feeling of dismay squeezes Harry's chest as he sees the smallest wolf, a greying brown wolf, and knows Remus has turned as well. He didn't think that could happen this far off from the full moon. The massive russet wolf is pinning the large black wolf to the ground, his jaws wrapped around the other wolf's throat as he growls viciously.

He's only now aware that the creme colored wolf is circling his protective shield, pacing and whining uneasily as his eyes dart between Draco's prone form lying on the ground, Harry crouching protectively over Draco and Jake holding down Sam.

Harry carefully steps towards the pacing wolf and nods towards Draco. "He's alright, I've got him." He watches as the large creme wolf gives one reluctant nod and steps closer to stand behind Jake, casting one last glance over his shoulder as he goes.

Seth and Leah, followed closely by a spitting Leo, are pacing the tree line and Harry hears numerous snarling growls coming from the woods. "Oh fuck," Harry breathes and concentrates on strengthening the wards, extending them slightly past the property line. A short yipping howl is heard a moment later as an unseen wolf is snapped back after trying to charge the protective wards.

He carefully stands; making sure Draco is still protected and eases over towards Joe again. "Joe," he murmurs, getting his attention. He's pinned with an angry golden gaze and has to remind himself he's not the cause. "He's still protected, I promise. What the fuck just happened?"

The large wolf looks towards Jake and Sam once more before he phases back, alert gaze still flicking back occasionally. He's confident Jake can easily hold Sam, but he doesn't want to take any chances. "Thank you," Joe says quietly, looking at Draco now.

His only thought was to get him out of the way and he's cursing himself for shoving so hard. He's only slightly mollified by the steady rise and fall of the pale chest and the lack of blood scenting the air. His hands twitch with the urge to run over and envelop his Draco tightly in his arms.

"I don't really know what happened," Joe huffs angrily, jamming a hand through his hair in agitation. "Sam lunged at you. I'm thinking he didn't like seeing you kissing Jake." Harry just gapes when Joe snickers. "Fucking asshole. From there, shit just went downhill fast. Jake was on him a moment later, as you can see. I don't think I've ever see him phase so fast before," he mumbles absently.

"Sam must have had some backup lurking back there because they got here fast," Joe says through gritted teeth. "That's them." He sneers, jerking his thumb behind him towards the trees, "Pacing and howling, trying to get at us. Did you do something?" he asks, waving a finger over their heads.

"Yeah, wards," Harry says, absently waving a hand. He doesn't explain further, knowing Joe is aware of what they are. "So, what now?" he asks, casting an uneasy look towards Remus. "He can't control himself like you lot can," he whispers miserably as he fingers his wand, unsure if he'd be able to contain the older wolf without harming him. He doesn't know any spells that will force Remus back into human form and he curses himself.

Joe turns, following Harry's gaze. "So I heard. He's fine at the moment, he's pacing with Embry, I think." He really doesn't know if the older man can handle himself or not but it's pointless to worry at this point. He runs a hand through his hair with an angry huff. "This is so fucked up. I gotta get them to phase back so they can talk this shit out. We're probably not going to be able to take on the whole fucking pack and Jake's gonna feel like shit if he's gotta rip out Sam's throat," he muses with a snort. "Well. He'll feel bad eventually."

Without another word, Harry walks up to the pair of growling wolves, unaware of the completely shocked look on Joe's face. He makes sure to approach from the side, right in Jake's line of sight. He considers holding his hands up but doesn't; he's not here to surrender to Jake and he's very sure Jake wouldn't attack him.

"Jake, love," he says softly and waits until the large wolf looks at him, surprise clearly in his eyes. Harry just shrugs, and continues. "If he calms, let him up. You need to talk this out." He chuckles when he hears a soft whine come from the large russet wolf. "I know, but it sounds like there are at least another half dozen wolves out there." He jerks his chin towards the woods behind them. "Neither of you want this to get out of hand."

He shifts his attention and gives the black wolf a pointed look, smirking maliciously. "Between the lot of us, you'll have no bloody pack standing. The choice is yours, Sam."

The black wolf immediately stills, even though the glare from those dark eyes is full of anger and hate. Jake slowly unlatches his teeth from the dark fur and backs off two steps, carefully eyeing Sam until he's sitting there naked and scowling.

Jake phases back as well and can't help the grin that pops onto his face when Harry hands him a pair of shorts, easily transfiguring them from a random leaf he plucks from the air as it blows past on a soft breeze. He smirks at Sam's stunned expression and slides the shorts up, carefully watching the other man.

He's not sure why Sam is now looking at Harry with a begrudging sort of respect on his face. The bastard just tried to rip his throat out not minutes ago! He gives Sam a hard glare, not willing to say another word until an apology is issued.

Sam clears his throat awkwardly and looks away. "Sorry," he mumbles after another minute of silence. "I shouldn't have lost control that that." He gives Harry a brief look, reluctantly respecting the man for having the nerve to approach two pissed off, snarling werewolves.

He has no way of knowing Harry rarely thought before he acted, nor is he aware that the wizard has been in more dangerous situations. He's a little pissed Harry calmed Jake down so quickly and easily. Now that rational thought is returning, he's very aware how wrong he is. Attacking Harry, on his own property, just for kissing Jake now seems like a very stupid reason to have nearly caused an all out fight. A fight he's now painfully aware he probably would have lost since the rest of his pack hadn't been able to come to back him up.

Jake stays quiet for long moments, his eyes hard and unblinking as he looks at Sam. He can feel Harry standing slightly behind him and he reaches back and tightly grasps his hand. "I'd say you need to get used to this, but I hope for both of our sakes that I have very limited contact with you."

Sam flinches slightly at the harsh tone and sighs. Of course, he's in complete agreement but he hoped Jake would feel at least a little regret for his actions, for abandoning the pack in favor of the little dark haired man he's canoodling with right in front of him.

"Of course," he finally says. He wants to leave, having said all he's needed to, but he's reluctant to turn his back on Jake at the moment, even though he knows Jake isn't the kind of guy—or wolf—to attack from the rear. He's not sure whether to feel annoyed or relieved when Jake solves his problem for him.

"Is that all?"

"Yes, that's all."

"Good," Jake says with a nod towards the woods behind them. "Leave."

~oOo~

Jake glares at the table, unsure how he's able to let Harry calm him down so easily. He wants to rage and smash things, not sit in relative calm in the seating nook off the kitchen explaining to everyone he loves that they're fucking homeless. Harry's thumb is making slow, soothing strokes over his palm and he wants to be annoyed the action is calming. He huffs but doesn't remove his hand from Harry's.

"I'm sorry," he says again. He's glad Harry's friends made themselves scarce when they all came back inside. Hermione and Luna dragging everyone who didn't need to be in on the conversation into the living room to watch TV. He hopes Remus keeps the news to himself for awhile since he isn't sure how to handle telling his dad.

"For fuck's sake, Jake," Leah snarls and throws her hands up. "I already told you this isn't your fault." She leans back, calming herself by stroking along Leo's black fur. After a deep calming breath, she gives Jake a pointed look. "I'm gonna call my mom, let her know what's going on before those fucker's knock on her door and shock her ass white." She stands, hoisting Leo up and stalking out the room with her phone already up to her ear.

Seth nods. "She's right, Jake," he says quietly. "It's not your fault, man. If Sam hadn't started all this by kicking you out—" He ends with a shrug. "I doubt he knew it would turn out like this, but we can't change it." He gives Harry a shy, uncertain look. "Are you really cool with doing this?"

"I really am," Harry says with a smile, his grip on Jake tightening slightly to keep him from opening his mouth. He looks down at his ring and rubs it with his free hand. "You're my family now too and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I didn't do everything I can to make sure you're taken care of."

He pats Seth's knee and laughs when the smaller werewolf jumps and darts a quick look to Jake. "There's plenty of room here until you guys find something else."

Seth sags back into his chair, grimacing slightly as the wood digs into his butt. He doesn't want to sound like a whiner but he can't help it, apparently. "But we don't have anywhere to go. We can't just go buy another house. It's not like they're going to sell our place and give us the money. We're fucking screwed."

Harry purses his lips and looks at Jake. "You are aware I'm ridiculously wealthy, correct?" Jake nods warily. "You are also aware I have no real use for it, correct?" Again, Jake nods warily. "You are now aware that I will have no problem with helping in any way I possibly can?" Jake nods again.

Seth jumps off his chair, making it rock unsteadily, his hands flailing about his head. "Are you saying you're going to buy us a house? 'Cause that would be a little much, man."

"Why?"

Seth sputters, unsure how to continue. People just din't go around and giving out fucking houses. At least, not in the real world. "Because you don't just give someone a house."

"Why?"

"Uh." Seth pauses, his brows drawn together. "It's a bit much, don't you think?"

"Not at all," Harry answers calmly. "I'd actually rather you guys found somewhere you liked and build, but whatever makes you happiest works for me."

Seth goggles, his arms hanging limply at his sides. How can this dude just sit there and calmly talk about buying them land and building them a house? "But— You— We can't— What the fuck?" he sputters.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes, suddenly feeling tired. He calms himself, he really doesn't want Jake or Harry kicking his ass if he goes off. "Harry, man, it's nice to offer but we can't do that."

"Why?"

Seth glares at the dark haired wizard, uncharacteristically pissed off. "Stop saying that like a fucking four-year-old. We just can't." Harry's eyes narrow and he stumbles backwards, backing into the counter painfully in his retreat. Oops. He doesn't cringe away but it's a near thing. He's not sure how he forgot how menacing Harry can look, even if he's pretty sure Harry won't actually attack him.

"I don't think you realize this isn't something that happens a lot," Seth finally says quietly. "I get that you want to help, but this is big stuff."

"I get that," Harry says softly, his face relaxing as he leans forward, giving Seth his full attention. "I really do. I'm sure I'd balk just as much if someone were to offer it to me. However, it's not like I can't do it. You need it, I want to help." He rests a hand on Seth's shoulder. "Please, let me do this. There are too many people involved to let pride get in the way."

Seth nearly bristles at the 'pride' comment before he realizes that's exactly the problem. He sighs, rubbing his temples, and nods. "If my mom and Leah are cool with it, fine," he mutters, crossing his arms and looking a bit put out. He gives Jake a look, smirking slightly. "You always gonna let him boss you around?" He ducks when Harry playfully swats at him.

Jake grunts and twitches with what might be a nod. "I don't think he's controllable," he mumbles then looks up and gives Harry a soft smile. "He already asked and I couldn't say no."

He drags Harry's chair closer to his, so they are sitting close again. "Thank you," he murmurs quietly, nuzzling his nose against Harry's neck. "You don't have to do this, regardless if you think it's only right."

Jake looks up when Joe and Draco enter the room, both looking rather disheveled. "Okay?" he asks, looking mostly at Joe.

Joe nods, his arm clamped tightly around Draco. He didn't need to ask forgiveness since Draco refused to admit there's anything to apologize for, but he is still feeling like a massive dick for the way he had shoved Draco earlier. He had only been able to get a quick nuzzle and cuddle with Draco earlier and he's anxious to make sure he is fully forgiven.

"Yeah," he says with a nod. "I don't really want to, but I can't just leave my dad homeless. So. If you're okay with it—" He looks at Harry now, "I'd rather just stick his ass in a hotel or something for now." Draco nuzzles closer, his hand stroking along his back and he leans into the touch gratefully. "I don't want him here."

"Yeah, alright," Harry easily agrees, only slightly confused. He's aware Joe and his father aren't close, so he doesn't question Joe's desires in the least. "I guess just get him sorted whereever."

Joe nods and settles onto one of the stools lining the counter, finally looking calmer as he takes out his phone and calls his dad, not even bothering to leave the room. Either he doesn't care to keep it private or he just doesn't want to unsettle Draco, since he's now snuggled against his chest with his eyes closed.

Harry nearly jerks Draco awake unwilling to let him sleep until he is sure he isn't concussed until he notices he isn't sleeping, just relaxing.

"Hey," Harry says quietly and shifts in Jake's tight embrace slightly to look up at him. "Would you feel better if your dad was here or what?"

Jake rolls his eyes with a smile. "Not really," he snorts. "Besides, dad was hoping to be 'shacking up' with Missus Clearwater, so..." He sends a sly look towards Seth, who's fully paying attention now with wide eyes. "We probably should discuss how this is all going to be arranged. Seeing as how it's going to be slightly different now."

Before Seth can respond, Leah bounces back into the room with a shout. "Fucking hell, Jake!" she yells as she tucks her phone into her pocket. "Did you know your pervy ass old man was making the moves on my mom?"

"Yeah," Jake snorts a laugh and nods. "He mentioned it earlier." He shrugs. "I didn't think it was a big deal. They get along pretty good."

Leah huffs and flops onto a chair, her feet coming up to bang onto the table a moment later. "Well, it really fucks up how we're going to be doing this now." She gives Harry a strange, shy look. It's almost cute how much it mirrors the one Seth had earlier. "What're we going to do about it?"

Harry blinks for a moment, thrown by the strange expression as much as Leah looking to him for guidance. "Well, whatever, really. I don't care who stays here or who wants their own place." He smiles at Leah's shocked expression. "Really. You're welcome to stay if you want to. You, too, Seth." He adds with a glance at him. He doesn't even have to glance at Jake to know he agrees. They'd gotten used to there being so many people around. It's nice and reminds Harry of happier times at The Burrow. "Is your mom able to get here on her own?"

"Not at the moment," Leah says with a shake of her head. "She's still upset about everything and probably shouldn't be driving..." she trails off quietly. She looks over at Draco, unsure whether he's sleeping or not and feeling a bit bad for bothering him. "Draco?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I borrow your car? I wanna go get my mom and some things."

Draco shifts a bit to look at Leah, a small smile on his face. "Of course. At this point, it's not my car anymore. I barely drive the sodding thing," he says with a playful smirk. "I left the keys on the table in the entry way. Just make sure you keep petrol in it." He rolls his eyes at her confused look. "Gasoline. Keep gas in it."

He pokes Joe lightly in the chest. "Not that I want to move, but you should go too, love."

"Yeah, okay," Joe sighs and kisses the blonde hair lightly before shifting Draco to the side so he can stand. "I know I'm only here for muscle and grunt work." He laughs when Draco just nods and lifts his chin haughtily with a smirk. He stretches and leans down to kiss Draco again, not satisfied at all with the earlier one.

"Wait up for me?" he asks softly, his hand cupping Draco's chin gently. He smiles when his blonde nods with a wink. "Alright, let's get going," he says to Leah.

Leah stands, setting Leo on the floor. "Yeah, sure. Thanks, Joe," she mutters. She's not about to tell him not to come, feeling like an asshole for pulling him from Draco, but she will need his help lifting some of the heavier things. She gives him a small smile but flips him off when he just laughs at her. "Fucking asshole," she murmurs fondly.

They wander out, Leah snagging Seth by the elbow and dragging him out with them. Draco follows but detours to the living room to join everyone else. It's not late enough to wander up to his room just yet.

He gives Harry and Jake a brief wave before he disappears, glancing at Jake cautiously for a moment. He knows the man won't hurt Harry, but he's still exuding a strong sense of anger. Draco smirks, he's sure Harry will help him calm down.

As soon as they're alone in the room, Harry turns to Jake. "Alright there, love?"

Jake looks at their still joined hands, gaze focused on Harry's fingers. They look so pale and slender compared to his. "Yeah," he answers shortly. He knows he's not fooling anyone. He can practically feel Harry's eyes boring into the top of his head.

He sighs and gently untangles his fingers from Harry's and stands, needing to pace and rant. Get rid of this energy. "Okay, fine. I'm not all together 'alright'," he huffs, his hands now coming up to fist in his hair. He pulls slightly, not at all distracted from the anger still swirling through him. He growls. "I'm still fucking pissed and wish I'd just torn that fucker a new asshole."

He paces, well aware Harry is watching him. He looks at him from the corner of his eye and is surprised Harry doesn't look upset or scared; he's just watching Jake intently, his green eyes following each move he makes. He slams a hand on the small table, annoyed the small eating nook isn't bigger for him to pace and prowl. "I let that bastard push me and my pack out of our homes."

Harry just watches Jake another moment before he speaks, unsure if Jake even wants his input or not. "There weren't many options, love. It was either that or..." He doesn't finish and the way Jake's eyes blaze, he didn't need to. "Is that something you'd be able to do?" he asks quietly, unsure how he wants Jake to answer.

Sure, he can understand the desire to completely destroy the other man for his actions but he doesn't like to think Jake is capable of it. He knows he has to be, though; there's a reason Jake is an Alpha.

Jake turns abruptly, stalking over and placing his hands on the table on either side of Harry and leans down. He doesn't know if he's seeking the contact from him or keeping him from leaving should he say something Harry won't like.

"I don't know." He allows a brief smile when Harry rolls his eyes at the answer. "At the time? You bet your ass I could," he says lowly. He's surprised at the vehemence in his voice but unwilling to take it back.

He pushes back from the table and paces for a moment before glancing over at Harry and shrugging. "What? I really could."

"I know you could," Harry says sincerely, raising his hands. "I was mostly asking if it was something you could deal with... later. After," he clarifies. He doesn't need to tell Jake that living with something after the fact isn't as easy.

Jake sighs and continues in his pacing. He's not feeling any calmer and he's not surprised when he growls again, his fists clenching tightly. He spares Harry a glance and nearly whimpers with frustration when he sees a wary expression on his face.

He blinks when Harry abruptly stands and steps closer. Jake is again smothering a whimper, or maybe a howl, when he notices Harry's wary body language as well. Like Harry's scared—of him. A moment later, Harry's hand is gently on his arm.

The touch seems to short circuit something and Jake can almost hear something snap in him.

A flurry of movement and he's pinning Harry into the dark corner of the small nook, his hearing muted by the blood thundering through him so he doesn't hear the small breathy squeak of surprise that falls from Harry's lips. Jake is only aware that there are so many intense feelings making his blood boil and a small part in the back of his mind is screaming that he should not be taking it out on Harry. His Harry.

He quickly darts his head forward and places a bruising kiss to Harry's lips, teeth nipping and biting at the soft flesh. His hands roughly shove up Harry's shirt and he runs his hands over Harry's chest, pinching his nipples and grazing his nails over quivering abdominal muscles.

Jake slams his hips into Harry's, his whole body taut and ready to just take. Harry is perfect and strong and can take it. He roughly yanks at Harry's belt, a frustrated growl sounding in the small space as he fumbles with the cock blocking leather. He makes a harsh sound of triumph when he feels the leather give. He yanks the belt loose with a snap of leather and throws the belt carelessly over his shoulder.

He jerks Harry's jeans down, his hands clamping down on Harry's ass as he squeezes and kneads the muscled flesh with a satisfied grunt. He's a moment away from spinning Harry around, his hands tight around Harry's hips as he prepares to turn and bend, to swiftly claim.

A small sound snaps Jake back into the present with horrible clarity. He leans back, eyes wide and horrified as he looks at Harry. He's glad Harry's eyes are closed; he doesn't think he could stand to see anger, hurt or betrayal in them.

He winces as he looks at Harry's reddened lips and disheveled state. He'd normally find the thoroughly debauched image appealing but at the moment it makes his stomach roll queasily. He opens his mouth to utter a string of apologies, beg for forgiveness if needed, when Harry's head tilts back and he moans. Loudly.

Jake blinks and realizes he's still pressing his hips, and now fully hard cock, into Harry at an alarming pace. He blinks again when it registers that the moan isn't one of pain or discomfort, but pleasure. He groans softly and lowers his forehead to Harry's.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs quietly. He jumps when he feels Harry's open hand slap against his shoulder hard enough to sting. "What?"

"Why the hell are you apologizing?" Harry tries to glare but he's still so insanely turned on, he doesn't think it's at all affective. Jake is just staring at him, confusion and sorrow all over his face. He'd roll his eyes if he didn't know Jake is indeed seriously feeling confused and sad.

"I... I attacked you," Jake mutters miserably. "Oh god, I'm so sorry, Harry."

Harry snorts and roughly pushes his hips into Jake's. "Does it feel like I felt attacked?" When Jake slowly shakes his head, his eyes darkening again with desire, he smiles and cups Jake's face. "I'm only pissed you stopped. I'm not bloody fragile, Jake," he huffs but he's still smiling.

Sure, he had been surpsied when Jake practically threw him against the wall, but it hadn't lasted long after Jake's hands were on his body.

"But still..." Jake ducks his head. "I barely even knew what I was doing! I could have hurt you!" he insists, even though it didn't feel true. He'd never be able to hurt Harry.

Harry shakes his head and hitches his leg up and over Jake's hip. "You couldn't. Not really. Your bond or my magic wouldn't allow it," he says carefully, watching Jake for his reaction.

He is still reeling from the abrupt interruption, his body tingling almost unpleasantly at the complete and sudden lack of stimulation and he is starting to feel petulant. He's almost tempted to piss off Jake enough to have him pounce on him again. He starts to rut against Jake, hoping to get back to being ravished.

"Oh," Jake finally says. He sighs and rubs a hand over his face. "Well, for what it's worth, I'm completely calm and drained now." He feels his cheeks warm; he thankfully didn't black out completely and is sort of aware of what he did.

He's not sure what snapped him out of his daze, but he's very sure he's no longer feeling like there's are a nest of wasps angrily buzzing around his head. He doesn't like the fact he'd gotten so angry and he's even less happy with himself he'd let it get so out of control.

Harry glares at Jake. "Well, I'm glad to have helped calm you down but I'm feeling a little frustrated at the moment."

"Oh!" Jake glances down, his face comically surprised as he realizes they're both still fully aroused, pre-cum smeared all over themselves. "Uh. I could continue?" he shifts slightly, bringing up a hand to gently run a finger over Harry's red bottom lip. He nearly apologizes again but Harry's fierce glare halts the words. Instead he leans down and gently kisses him. "I really am sorry. I didn't mean to be so rough."

Harry sighs and tightens his hold on Jake. "It's really alright, love. I'm not going to say I now require rough sex all the time, but it was insanely hot." He winces when Jake rubs his bottom lip a little firmer again. "I didn't even feel any pain at first, just this intense heat," he says and licks his bottom lip, grazing along the tip of Jake's thumb as he does. He doesn't miss the darkening eyes or the way Jake's own tongue mirrors his actions unconsciously.

"And don't get that kicked puppy look, I can handle you," he says cheekily, not even pausing to see how Jake responds to that statement, he just presses closer, slamming his hips into Jake's. He presses a biting kiss against Jake's chin and up his jaw. "I will always, happily, help you calm down."

Jake wants to laugh but it gets trapped in his throat when Harry's hand wraps around his cock. He doesn't move, waiting to see what Harry will do. He groans aloud when Harry's other leg wraps around him, leaving him to fully support Harry's weight, which he can. Easily. He feels Harry's magic tingle over him and he shudders violently with a grunt, well aware of what Harry just did. A slick hand moves up and down his cock, slicking him and making him impossibly harder.

His brain insists that he needs to take Harry somewhere else, their nice soft bed perhaps, but his lower brain—and an impatiently rutting Harry—can't be assed to move. He slides his fingers around Harry's hip and ass, moans when he feels Harry has already lubed himself.

Jake's eyes widen when three fingers slip in easily.

He had no idea magic could do that. He's almost sad he didn't get the chance to do it himself, but he's mostly glad he doesn't have to wait now. In the span of seconds, he's forgotten his guilt and is just ready to pin Harry against the wall and fill him.

"Just—fuck, Jake! Ready..." Harry pants out, his hands trying to get Jake's shorts loosened and slide them down. He huffs impatiently and reaches down for the zipper instead, Jake's cock popping out the opening when he quickly lowers it.

He barely pauses, his hand eagerly grabbing onto Jake. "Oh fuck, go fast, alright?"

Jake just nods, unwilling to take his time either now and feeling relief wash through him that Harry agrees. Shifting Harry's weight a bit, he frees a hand so he can guide his now throbbing (and doesn't that just sound cliché, he thinks as he grips himself) cock and lines up. After a few attempts, and many muttered curses, he finally sinks in in one swift thrust.

Dual groans echo through the small nook; quickly the sound of heavy breathing and the sharp sounds of skin slapping on skin fill the small room as Jake immediately starts to move, hands around Harry's thighs for leverage and grip.

"Oh fuck," Jake pants. He's being squeezed by Harry's legs and nearly choked as Harry's arms wrap tightly around his neck. A string of curses and loud moans from Harry has him picking up speed, a guttural "harder" really the only words from Harry he can understand.

His legs soon burn with the effort to holding them vertical and he pauses long enough to turn and clumsily lower Harry down on the small dining table. It wobbles but doesn't tip, they pause and share a quick laugh before going back to the rapid pace once more. Harry unwinds one of his arms from his neck and grabs the edge of the table. He groans loudly at the image Harry makes and buries his face in Harry's neck as he continues to thrust.

Jake shoves one of Harry's knees into his chest, grinning widely when Harry nearly howls with pleasure. He's not sure how long they moved together but he doesn't care, lost in the moment with Harr. He feels Harry's body tightening rhythmically around him and he leans up to watch as Harry comes, moaning and panting. Harry's eyes are so far back in his head, he briefly wonders if it's painful.

He can't stop yet, everything feeling too hot, loving the faces and sounds Harry makes as he continues to thrust and move. He twitches and stutters through his own orgasm a moment later, nearly shouting with relief and pleasure.

Jake flops forward; he cares if he is squishing Harry but he can't find the energy to move just yet. He smiles when Harry's arms and legs loosely wrap around him and he gently nuzzles into Harry's damp neck, glad he doesn't have to move just yet.

"Well—" Harry pants softly. "Brilliant."

Jake can't help the giggle that comes out of his mouth. He doesn't even have the energy to clap a hand over his mouth in embarrassment, but he does have the wherewithal to burrow deeper into Harry's neck when he hears the wizard chuckle.

"Shuddup," he mumbles, lifting a finger with considerable effort and poking Harry in the ribs. "Prat," he mutters, grinning at the borrowed word.

Harry just giggles back and Jake feels a little better.

~oOo~

Hermione paces on the rug in front of the bed. She's keenly aware of the light blue, nearly sparkling, gaze that's following her every movement but she's trying to focus on her thoughts. She's not at all interested in making Luna leave, but the witch is quite distracting! Her gaze randomly follows the vines in the rug's pattern as he wrings her hands with worry.

"This isn't good," she mutters.

Luna laughs softly and shifts on the bed, sitting up and tucking her legs under her. "It's fine, Hermione."

"How is it fine? Did you see the look on their faces, Luna? Jake and Joe looked ready to gut someone and everyone else just looked devastated."

Luna pats the bed next to her, inviting Hermione to sit. And hopefully stop that annoying pacing. With a huff Hermione sits, her back stiff. "I know. It's pretty terrible right now, but it'll work out. Very well."

Hermione gives her a careful look from the corner of her eye before she sighs and flops back onto the mound of pillows. "I believe you, really I do, Luna," she says giving Luna her most convincing smile. She's known the witch long enough to believe her when she says such things. "I just can't bear to see everyone so upset."

"I know," Luna hums and sets herself against Hermione's side. She shyly reaches out to splay her hand over Hermione's belly, smiling to herself when she feels Hermione's muscles twitch and her breath hitch. "I don't like it either. But it was interesting to see Draco being all cuddly and adorable."

Hermione laughs, surprising herself. Luna really has a point. She'd never thought she'd ever see the snarky blonde act like that, especially in front of other people. "I know. It was... enlightening." She can feel Luna's hand swirling around her belly button, the pattern drifting up a bit towards her bra or down towards the button of her jeans. The feather light touch is making it hard to think.

She isn't sure how much she should allow Luna to distract her, though. She's pretty sure Harry is going to take care of things, but she isn't completely sure. Her thoughts grind to a halt when Luna lips press warm and soft against her neck. She tilts her head, giving Luna more skin and space.

A happy hum from Luna has Hermione shifting on the bed, awkwardly aware that the sound shoots pleasure straight through her, tingling warmly and settling somewhere behind her navel. Another happy hum sounds (and oh Merlin, it zings hotly through her again) making Hermione wonder if Luna read her thoughts.

A pale hand drifts up and Hermione surprises herself with a feeling of frustration when Luna's hand doesn't go any higher up her ribs, just sitting right below the swell of one breast, a thumb teasing at the swell. She reaches down and drags it higher to place it on her breast, moaning softly when Luna immediately cups her hand and gently kneads.

As if some sort of unspoken permission is granted, Luna moves and straddles Hermione. Her small breasts press firmly, and oh so pleasantly, against Hermione's. Her hands dip and comb through the light brown mass of hair and she's delighted at the silken feel of it as it glides through her fingers.

Hermione's eyes closed and it's her turn to moan softly. She never thought she'd be here; touching and caressing Hermione. In bed. She leans back, her hands still carefully buried in Hermione's hair, and she looks down. Hermione's cheeks are flushed a rosy pink and her lips are glistening, like she's been licking them. Hermione's eyes open and Luna is overwhelmed by brown warmth and she holds her breath.

For once, she's not sure what's going to happen. Hermione could easily go either way and she bites her lip as she silently hopes to not be rejected.

Hermione reaches up and runs a hand though Luna's blonde hair, her fingers gently wiggling to untangle the long strands. "Luna," she says softly. "I—" she cuts herself off by pulling Luna down with a hand behind her neck and kissing her. She nearly smiles when Luna eagerly responds, her body going limp above hers as her hands fist loosely in her hair, but she doesn't go too far with the kiss yet.

She slowly pulls back, and grins up at Luna. "As I was saying, I have no intention of running off again so please do stop giving me that look."

"I'm sorry," Luna whispers, her cheeks pinking lightly as she nibbles her top lip for a moment. "I won't doubt you. I will no longer expect you to run away every time I touch you," she says solemnly, her gaze firm and sincere on Hermione. She really isn't sure, just yet, but Hermione wouldn't mislead her.

Hermione gives her a careful look, unsure if she's being cheeky or not. "Alright. Good," she murmurs and pulls Luna down again, kissing her soundly once more. She doesn't feel anything but warmth and pleasure when Luna's hips (oh and other glorious parts, Hermione's mind helpfully offers) press into hers. It's not harsh or demanding like it would be with Ron. It's warm, soft and completely amazing.

She pulls back and nearly gasps in surprise when Luna nibbles her bottom lip lightly as she pulls away. "Wow," she breathes. Kissing Luna is so much better than any other person she's ever kissed before. She grins sheepishly up at Luna.

"I never really understood the big deal about kissing," Hermione whispers, her hands trailing over Luna's back and sides before sweeping down to graze over her thighs and land on her bent knees. "Now I do," she finishes, sure she's blushing again. Goodness, surely she's too old to be blushing.

Luna nuzzles into Hermione before she sighs heavily yet happily. "I've only ever kissed you, so I wouldn't know."

"What?" Hermione's hand pauses in its trail over Luna's back. "Really?" Luna just nods, her hair brushing along Hermione's jaw. "Huh. I had no idea. Does that…" she trails off, unsure how to phrase her question. "Does that bother you?" she asks quietly.

She remembers the first time they'd kissed (she had run off with a horrified expression, leaving Luna to just stand there and stare after her miserably) and she feels a pang of unease. She's suddenly filled with a sense of gratitude that Luna is so sweet and forgiving; she wouldn't blame the witch for never speaking to fer again after such a thing.

Luna leans up slightly and frowns. The expression is rare and Hermione reaches up and presses her fingers against Luna's face to ease the expression away. "No, of course it doesn't. I've only ever wanted to kiss you. And I have. I'm exceptionally thrilled about it," she ends with a soft giggle and settles back down to nuzzle into Hermione again, running her nose gently along the slope of Hermione's delicate neck.

She wants to run her hands all over Hermione but she knows that it's not quite the right time. Yet. Just being able to lay here and kiss Hermione is more than she'd ever hoped for. She sighs happily, humming with pleasure when Hermione wraps both arms around her and brings her closer.

"I'm exceptionally thrilled about all of this," Luna says quietly with a small smile.

"Good," Hermione hums in agreement, her eyes drifting closed. "I'm sorry it took so long for me to come around," she says sleepily a moment later.

Luna can't help giggling. "For the smartest witch of a generation, you sure were clueless."

"Yes, well." Hermione huffs but smiles and squeezes Luna again. She trails off, knowing she really has nothing to say. She shrugs and leans up a bit to place a soft kiss on Luna's lips. "Good night."

"'Night," Luna whispers back. She's not really tired but she's well aware Hermione hasn't been sleeping well, and she's not about to interrupt her with more talk or kissing. She sighs happily again and gently scoots to the side, pressing herself closely to Hermione's side, nestling her head in the hollow of Hermione's shoulder.

~oOo~

Leah drops her mom's bag down in the entryway, freeing her hands so she can close the front door. Leo streaks past her and runs upstairs; Leah laughs when she hears her door slam closed a moment later. Joe and Seth wobble under the weight of several heavy, large boxes.

"Put those in my room," Leah instructs, grinning when both men give her a dirty look. She turns to her mom and cocks her head up the steps. "Did you want the grand tour or what?"

Sue looks around the large entryway with wide eyes and shakes her head. "No, I'd rather just crawl into bed." She gives Leah a sad look and she's unsurprised when her daughter crushes her in a tight hug. "Maybe a long soak, then crawl into bed."

Leah grins back. "You're gonna love the tub. It's fu— really huge! C'mon." She waves a hand, urging her mom to follow and ignores the glare from her near slip up. "I'll show you which room is mine. We'll bunk together for now."

She grabs the bag from the floor and makes her way upstairs. Seth and Joe are muttering curses, she can hear them placing boxes in her room before both leave. Seth stomps down the stairs and Joe wanders into his room, obviously in search of Draco.

Sue looks around as she goes, amazed at the massive house. She didn't even think anything like this even existed in Forks, let alone that she'd know someone who could live here. She'd seen the house before but only to look at it. Never to walk around it and know she'd be living there.

She follows her daughter and burst out laughing when the door opens and she sees the inside of the room. There is pink and purple everywhere and a surprising amount of glittering fixtures as well. "Um." She looks around, her gaze landing on a massive stuffed unicorn propped up in a corner. "It's very nice, thank you honey."

Leah snorts and smiles. "I know you think it's gross, but Harry was totally cool with me doing my own thing. So. Yeah. I hope you don't mind." She looks around and feels an annoying swell of affection for the weird little wizard when she sees a second large bed and a dividing screen has been added to the room, a respectable distance away from her pink canopy bed.

She looks over the dark cherry wood of the bed, covered in plain but elegant white and silver bedding, and she points it out to her mom. "That's yours."

Sue's gaze follows the pointing finger and she can't help the squeak of pleasure as she clasps her hands to her chest. "Oh!" She hurriedly walks over, ignoring her daughter's loud laugh at her expense. She flops onto the bed, wiggling and flopping to test the mattress. "Wow," she says softly. It's like lying on a cloud. She nearly curls up right then and there but forces herself to stand, smoothing her skirt as she turns towards Leah. "Bathroom?"

Leah points again to a large wooden door. This one is plain white. Sue steps over and cautiously opens it. She gapes and then mutters "Holy fuck!" before she can catch herself. She doesn't bother looking to see if Leah heard her or not, the shocked gasp and following guffaw answer enough. She steps in the bathroom and runs a finger along the large tub.

She clears her throat and gives Leah a pointed look. "I'm taking a long soak. Go away," she says and flicks her hands in a clear 'go away' gesture. She grins, softening the words.

"Yeah, alright," Leah says, trying not to roll her eyes. She crushes her mom in a hard, brief hug before she steps back. "I'm sorry about this mom, but we'll be okay." She nods when her mom smiles and nods back. "There are tons of bubble bath in that one cabinet and towels in that one," she says, pointing to the respective cabinets. "Uhm, a pillow will appear so don't freak out, okay?"

Sue nods, eyes wide. She'd nearly forgotten that Harry is... special. She glances around the room and smiles. "You know, it's not ideal as to why but there are worse places to be stuck. Is Harry still up?"

Leah shrugs. "I kinda doubt it. I'm sure him and Jake are... tired." She grins, knowing her mom didn't need, or want, an honest answer. "Breakfast is usually around nine or so, but don't worry if you miss it. There's always food around."

"Alright, I just wanted to thank him but I guess it can wait until the morning. It just feels weird to settle in without seeing him first…"

Leah rolls her eyes and waves a hand at her mom, nearly avoiding a smack. "Sorry! Anyway, take your soak. I'll see if Harry or Jake are still up. If so, I'll have one of them stop by before bed. How's that?"

Sue nods and rubs a hand over Leah's head, smoothing her hair. "Fine. Now, out." She rubs her hands gleefully, looking at the tub. "I can't wait to soak in this bad boy."

Leah leaves with a laugh and it doesn't take her long to find that only Seth is still up, everyone else having long gone to bed. Leah reminds Seth that their mom is now here, her gaze pointedly on the horror movie currently on the TV and tells him to get his ass upstairs in 20 minutes to say good night to their mom. She shakes her head as she makes her way back upstairs. She briefly spares a look at the closed door she knows Neville is behind and shakes her head again.

Tomorrow morning is going to be interesting.