Ch. 10

Malfoy Melodrama

It was halfway through October, their first trip to Hogsmeade was coming up. Harry felt a little weird at times as the Incubus always had Blaise's demon inside of him. It felt very pleasurable when they were making love, as Harry felt he was being fucked both outside and inside his mind, however when it was just him alone and Blaise's demon was inside him… he felt like he should be moaning, or holding onto his boyfriend. The worst is when it happens during Quidditch practice, but he ignores it and lets it pass, after all he knows the fear his Incubus feels whenever he is alone, with Voldemort stalking just outside his walls.

He was so busy with his Incubus and he and Blaise kissing in front of Draco, that he barely noticed that Dumbledore was not in Hogwarts. He didn't think too hard about it, after all, the boy was having too much fun with Blaise teasing Draco. Giving touches in front of the blonde, kissing passionate as the blonde is in front of them, whispering lewd and perverted things… it was too much fun for Harry.

However he worried at times if he was rushing things, especially since he and Draco did not have a decent conversation yet.

"We'll have one today," Blaise said when Harry brought it up that stormy day of the Hogsmeade trip. "We'll bring Draco to the Three Broomsticks and talk with him."

"But will that be enough?" Harry frowned. "Would it be too soon?"

"I don't know but… I rather have him under the Incubus's control with me, than under the Dark Lord's," Blaise answered.

"Yeah that's true," Harry sighed. "But still… having you two be my boyfriends so soon together? Won't that look suspicious? I know that we both want him as soon as we can… it'll help the Incubus become more powerful and hopefully dispel Voldemort from inside of me but still… I just don't know the right speed to do this."

"I don't think anyone does," Blaise sighed. "This just isn't something where we can ask others for advice. So I just say let's just… let our emotions and instincts guide us."

"My instincts huh? Okay," Harry nodded. "Yeah, I'll follow them."

"Good cub," Blaise smiled. "Now, come on, we should get in line to get out to Hogsmeade."

The process took longer than normal to get to Hogsmeade as Filch, the Hogwarts caretaker, was triple checking everybody with his Secrecy Sensor.

"What does it matter if we're smuggling Dark stuff OUT?" Ron demanded from behind Harry and Blaise, eyeing the long thin Secrecy Sensor with apprehension. "Surely you ought to be checking what we bring back IN?"

His check earned him a few extra jabs with the Sensor, and he was still wincing as they stepped out into the wind and sleet. Harry and Blaise waved goodbye to Ron and Hermione and began the unenjoyable walk into Hogsmeade. Harry wrapped his scarf over his lower face; the exposed part soon felt both raw and numb. The road to the village was full of students bend double against the bitter wind. More than once Harry wondered whether they might not had a better time in the warm room of requirement, and when they finally reached Hogsmeade and saw that Zonko's Joke Shop had been boarded up, Harry took it as confirmation this trip was not destined to be fun. He and Blaise huddled close together, deciding to go to the Three Broomsticks in search for Draco.

The street was not very busy; nobody was lingering to chat, just hurrying toward their destinations. The exceptions was two men a little ahead of them, standing just outside the Three Broomsticks. One was very tall and thin; squinting through his rain-washed glasses, Harry recognized the barman who worked at the Hog's Head. As Harry and Blaise drew closer, the barman drew his cloak more tightly around his neck and walked away, leaving the shorter man to fumble with something in his arms. They were barely feet from him when Harry realized who the man was.

"Mundungus!"

The squat, bandy-legged man with long, straggly, ginger hair jumped and dropped an ancient suitcase, which burst open, releasing what looked like the entire contents of a junk shop window.

'Arry! 'Ello," Mundungus Fletcher said, with a most unconvincing stab of airiness. "Well, don't let me keep ya."

And he began scrabbling on the ground to retrieve. the contents of his suitcase with every appearance of a man eager to be gone. Harry stooped down to help him and grabbed a silver goblet that looked somewhat familiar. "Wait a minute…" he muttered to himself, eyeing the rest.

"OUCH!" Harry had pinned Mundungus against the wall of the pub by the throat in the next second, his eyes shifting instantly to red, his horns starting to show as he started to yell.

"You took that from Sirius's house! That's the Black crest on the goblet!" he snarled. "What did you do, go back the night he died and strip the place?"

"I—no—"

"Give it to me!" Harry snarled, his eyes blazing, and his fingers changing, becoming claw-like as the nailed scrapped against man's throat.

"Harry!" Blaise tried to calm him down.

There was a bang, and Harry felt his hands fly off Mundungus' throat. Gasping and sputtering, Mundungus seized his fallen case, then—CRACK—he Disapparated.

Harry swore at the top of his voice, spinning on the spot to see where Mundungus had gone.

"COME BACK YOU THIEVING LITTLE SH—"

"There's no point, Harry."

Tonks had appeared out of nowhere, her mousy hair wet with sleet.

"Mundungus will probably be in London by now. There's no point yelling."

"He nicked all of Sirius's stuff! Nicked it!"

"Yes, but still," Tonks said, who seemed perfectly untroubled by this piece of information. "You should get out of the cold. Both of you."

She watched them go through the door of the Three Broomsticks.

"He was stealing Sirius's stuff!" Harry fumed.

"I know, it's horrible," Blaise frowned, "but you have to calm down cub. Come on, let's find a seat."

Harry allowed himself to be escorted, fuming silently as his nostrils flared. They sat down in a booth to the back of the pub. Harry, still frothing with anger, sat down, grumbling to himself, while Blaise remained standing. "I'll go get us something to drink, alright?" Blaise said.

Harry nodded shortly. His mood lightened only briefly as he thought about Sirius, and how he hated those silver goblets anyway. By the time Blaise returned with two bottles of Butterbeer, Harry's seething anger has been reduced to a pissed off annoyance.

"How can the Order allow him to steal from Sirius?" Harry muttered, "I'll tell Dumbledore about this!"

"Sounds good," Blaise hummed. "But for now cub… let's just focus on you and me… and Draco."

He pointed to the blonde, who was sitting by himself, looking skittish. Harry looked at him and frowned a little. "What's wrong with him?"

"Who knows, but I'll invite him over here," Blaise said as he stood up. Harry watched Blaise walk up to Draco. After a couple of minutes of talking, Draco followed him, looking awfully suspicious. Blaise motioned for Draco to sit in the inner seat, with the taller, stronger Slytherin sitting next to him. Both were across from Harry, who smiled innocently. "Hello Draco," he said.

"What do you want Potter?" Draco spat.

"Just to talk a little," Harry smiled. "And get to know you more…"

Draco glared at Harry, looking unconvinced. "As if," he spat. "You want something. Did you just bring me here to rub something in my face?"

"Oh Draco honey, we'll be rubbing many things in your face," Blaise purred, "but right now, we need to talk."

"About what Zabini?" Draco asked.

Harry bit his lip and decided to just be straight-forward. "About you being a Death Eater, and me being an Incubus… and how I have a way to get you out."

Draco's face paled dramatically. He stared at Harry before turning slowly to Blaise. "How did…"

"I saw your Dark Mark," Blaise said.

"We can get rid of it… Blaise and I," Harry said.

Draco gave a short laugh. "As if," he said bitterly. Harry grabbed his arms immediately, working on pure instinct. He closed his eyes for a second, thinking to himself, Come out and show Malfoy who's in charge, before opening his eyes slowly revealing a pair of ruby reds. Draco gasped, fear in his eyes.

"You have—"

"Shut up, I'm talking," The Incubus snapped, holding onto Draco's arms tightly. The blonde panicked, but Blaise placed his hands on the boy's shoulders and the two demons calmed the teen down. Draco started to stare at Harry in a calm, lewd manner, still full of his senses but his sexual wants coming to the forefront. The Incubus adopted an innocent smile as he purred, "Draco… my sweet, sweet Draco… there's no need hiding your wants, is there? We all know what you want."

Draco's cheeks reddened. He tried to argue but Blaise's hand moved from his shoulder to press a finger against it.

"You want to suck… you want to fuck… you want Harry Potter's attention," the Incubus continued in his slow purring voice. "That's why you've done all those silly things. From the first day of school and your offer of friendship… to now and joining that weakling mortal. All those silly, childish things… just to get my attention."

"No… that's not…"

"Shhhhh it's okay baby, I understand," the Incubus said. "However, you need to grow up, stop being a silly little boy, and turn into the man I need you to be. This…" His hand moved Draco's sleeve up, revealing a dark black tattoo on his inner left forearm. It was of a skull with a protruding serpent from its mouth like a tongue. "This… is childish Draco. But listen to me, fall in love with Blaise and myself and…" he glided his hand slowly over the Dark Mark, leaving nothing but Draco's perfect pale skin, "I can make you into the man who can move pass his mistakes."

He released Draco's arm, and the blonde raised it slowly, staring at his pale skin. It stayed, for a moment, before darkening slowly as the Dark Mark seemed to seep back into view through his skin. Draco's expression turned from relief to worriment.

"You want it gone, yes?"

"I do," Draco nodded, his voice meek.

The Incubus smirked. "Then it is simple, when my eyes go away, and Harry's emeralds stare at you… talk with him, and ask to date us. If you do a good enough job, we'll consider it."

"Please," Draco whimpered. "I didn't want to do it…"

"Shhh… hush baby not now, this isn't something I need to hear, but Harry. Okay? He's coming back now…" The Incubus chuckled. He closed his eyes and said to Harry, "I am tired, that took all my strength. The rest is up to you pet."

Harry opened his emerald green eyes and looked at Draco for only a second before the blonde grabbed Harry's hands, his sleeve slipping back down, hiding his Dark Mark. "Please," Draco said, there was a desperate look in his face as his lower lip quivered in fear. "I did not want to do it, he forced me… said I had to make up for my father's mistakes. You said you can take it away can't you? Please…"

"I can," Harry nodded, only halfway convinced he can. "But I won't do it until you love me and Blaise… until I turn you into my demon and lover, like I have with Blaise."

"Turn me into a demon?" Draco repeated, looking confused.

"Yeah, it feels amazing Draco," Blaise chuckled. "You get even sexier and bigger then you already are." The Slytherin blushed at that, which caused Harry and Blaise to chuckle.

"So, what do you say?" Harry asked. "Will you be my second demon?"

Draco looked as though he was lost in deep contemplation. He stared at Harry the entire time. Harry and Blaise were patient, silently drinking as Draco worked out any turmoil that was bubbling inside of him. Minutes passed, Draco's face wrinkled with frowns before a strange sort of scared-calm mixture came over him.

"Okay," he nodded finally.

"Good," Harry smiled. "Don't worry about it Draco… you've made the right choice."

A/N: Thanks for reading! A short and sweet update for a short and sweet boy. Leave a review and tell me your thoughts! They motivate me in these depressing times.