Ch. 12

Winter Wonders

"I have heard, Harry, that there was a small incident in Hogsmeade with Mundungus Fletcher, Harry," Professor Dumbledore said. The two of them were sitting in Dumbledore' office, it was nighttime, and Harry was summoned for another private lesson.

"He was stealing Sirius's stuff, Professor," Harry said.

"Yes, I am aware that Mundungus has been treating your inheritance with light-fingered contempt," Dumbledore said, frowning a little. "He has gone to ground since you accosted him outside the Three Broomsticks; I rather think he dreads facing me. However, rest assured that he will not be making away with any of Sirius's old possessions. However Harry, I must confess I am quite worried to hear that your… other inheritance came out during this confrontation."

"You mean the Incubus?" Harry asked. His mind worked quickly and he said, "You do not need to worry about him, Professor, I have him under control. It is just at the time I've lost myself in anger. It will not happen again."

"Just to be sure, I would suggest I have Professor Snape make more of the restricting potions," Professor Dumbledore said.

"No," Harry said quickly. "I am fine sir, really."

Professor Dumbledore gave Harry a long look before nodding. "Very well, then I suggest we move onto other matters, and another memory, as we continue the tale of Lord Voldemort…"

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"So what's going to happen to me? In this relationship?" Draco asked. The two were lounging in their dormitory, the room was empty so the two were relaxing in the only couch there, Draco laying on Blaise as the taller Slytherin had an arm around the human.

"Well, besides Harry and I loving you," Blaise chuckled, "you'll become a demon first and foremost, like Harry and me. And though Harry is our bottom, our sweet submissive, never forget it is his Incubus who is always in charge. I can't wait till you experience him. Fully experience him… you'll be begging for his tight ass and affection."

"That sounds very… nice," Draco blushed. He looked up at his friend and smiled softly. "So Harry never fucks?"

"No, no, I think he prefers to be fucked. It's more natural that way I feel. Besides, I'm not the kind of gay who wants his ass stretched out," Blaise shrugged.

"Really?" Draco asked.

"Yeah, what about you Draco? You prefer to fuck or get fucked?" Blaise asked. Draco's face went a vivid scarlet at the question. The teen demon smirked at the reaction and moved his hand slowly, slipping it under Draco's robes and resting on his button-up shirt, right on top of a nipple. Draco bit his lip at the new feeling but did not shrug Blaise away. We're technically dating he thought to himself.

"Actually… I want to do both but… I haven't done anything," Draco blushed.

"Both? Sexy," Blaise purred. "And we're sixteen, so it's normal that you haven't done anything. But you don't have to worry about that Dray… I'm sure soon enough you'll be having a lot of fun, stuffed with my cock while Harry's stuffed with yours. I know you want that." The demon chuckled, flicking Draco's clothed nipple.

Draco gave a small hitching sound. "Sensitive nipples?" Blaise chuckled. "Interesting."

"Shut up," Draco blushed.

"You'll love this stuff when you become a demon Dray," Blaise said. "And Harry's incubus has a very neat trick…"

"Trick?" Draco asked, earning him another flick.

Blaise chuckled and nodded. "Yeah… one with his nipples, which I'll let you figure out by yourself, and one that we can't see… but feel. The Incubus calls my demon into where ever he rests inside Harry and we… well, you know."

Draco's eyes widened. Blaise smirked at that and winked. "He's not with the Incubus now though… you have our entire attention little Dray," he chuckled in a lewd manner. His voice deepened, and Draco watched in utter wonder as black horns grew out of Blaise's head. "Take off your robes," he commanded.

Draco felt something inside his mind that compelled him to move. Blaise's hand still on his chest, Draco lifted just enough to shrug off his robes and threw them on the floor. Blaise smiled at Draco's obedience. Draco looked a little confused but smiled.

"Will I get to do that too?" he chuckled.

"Well, you'll have fun ordering Harry around… and maybe others, if Harry needs them," Blaise said.

"So you're okay with that? With Harry needing multiple men?" Draco frowned.

"Yeah, as long as I know that he loves me, and I love him, and all the others love me, who cares how many there are," Blaise shrugged. "Besides… it leaves for kinkier sex."

Draco blushed but snickered a little.

"It means that we can have fun… even when Harry is otherwise occupied," Blaise purred.

"What… what type of fun?" Draco whispered.

"Fun where I am in command… boy," Blaise smirked. Draco swallowed, his cheeks flaring and cock stirring at Blaise's voice. "I am your Alpha demon boy… present yourself."

"Yes Alpha,' Draco whined, and his fingers moved to his shirt, gracefully unbuttoning slowly, revealing inch by inch his porcelain, smooth skin that was barely kissed by sunlight. Blaise stared in approvement, standing up from the couch as Draco stayed on, shirtless and looking up wide-eyed at Blaise.

Blaise began undressing himself, revealing his dark muscled body. Draco felt himself getting intensely aroused, his cock straining against his pants as Blaise undressed until he was completely naked, his cock standing large, hard, and powerful. Draco began to drool.

"You want my demon cock, Malfoy?" Blaise chuckled. He grabbed the base of his cock and took a step forward, slapping it against Draco's cheek a couple times. It's musky scent filled Draco's nose and mind and the blonde nodded excitedly. "Yes Alpha," he panted. "I want your demon cock."

Blaise smirked and took a step back. "Too bad," he chuckled. "You're not getting it till Harry says so… for now turn your ass to me boy!"

Draco jumped out of his pants, revealing his own impressive cock, but turned around on all fours to present his small bubbled ass to Blaise. The demon stepped forward and gripped both cheeks. He thrust his pelvis, and his cock teased Draco's ass, causing the blonde human to groan. Blaise chuckled and bent down, "I'll fuck you properly when you're a demon and deep inside our cub," Blaise said. Draco nodded and wiggled his butt in Blaise's hand. "However until then… I think I deserve a taste."

He got to his knees and smacked Draco's ass a couple times, spreading the cheeks to stare at the slightly loose hole winking at him. "My, my Draco… what a slut, your hole's already open and waiting for me."

"I… finger myself," Draco blushed.

"Good boy," Blaise chuckled. "A good Beta… such a pretty cock, long and hard for Harry's cunt… and a pretty boy pussy for me." He leaned forward and buried his head between the two cheeks, giving the slightly open hole a long, slow lick. Draco gasped, and Blaise continued to lick the open hole. He got mewls and groans out of the blonde teen and he smirked as he continued to lick, his hands slapping Draco's ass hard, leaving fresh red handprints.

Draco gave sharp gasps with each spank, his whole contracting on Blaise's tongue as the older teen licked and invaded the tight space. "So good," Draco gasped, biting down on a knuckle.

"Your ass tastes amazing Dray," Blaise hummed. "I should have bent you over long ago." He slapped Draco's ass once more and continued licking and spitting in Draco's ass, fucking it with his tongue for what felt like hours on end. The blonde's cock leaked freely, Blaise's free hand squeezing it. Blaise smirked and he buried his face deep in Draco's ass, his tongue pushing deeper, inhumanly so, until it pressed and licked against Draco's prostate. The blonde gave a scream and his cock throbbed in Blaise's hand, cumming hard.

Blaise grinned in satisfaction and he scooped up Draco's cum off the cough, eating it. "Yummy," he smiled. "Come on Dray, help me clean up."

Draco smiled wickedly and he jumped off the couch, getting to his knees to lick his cum directly off of it. Blaise grinned, and the two cleaned the couch with their tongues, when they were done, their mouths gravitated towards each other and they fell to the ground, arms wrapped around each other.

"That was amazing," Draco sighed.

"Just wait till you actually get to fuck our cub," Blaise smirked. "That will be amazing."

Draco chuckled, "So is it just sex all the time?"

"Hell no, there's the little things too. Holding hands, caresses, whispers… and sometimes just relaxing to just talk," Blaise said. "We're really just a regular loving couple… with excellent demonic sex."

"Sounds like the perfect plan," Draco said. Blaise barked a laugh and the two began to get dress.

"There's another part of it as well," Blaise said. "We have to take care of him."

"Of Harry?"

"Yeah," Blaise nodded. "Not like taking care of a kid but, you, protecting him. Not just from bullies here, but anyone who would want to hurt him. Believe it or not, Harry's now a dark creature and that puts a target on him… We have to be careful."

"Yeah, I can see where you're coming from with that," Draco sighed. He started buttoning his shirt when out of nowhere his arm began burning. "Ahh!" he screamed. He pulled up his sleeve and both he and Blaise gasped in horror. Draco's Mark was fuller, darker than it ever was. It looked as though it was burning from black to a dark red, boiling madly on Draco's skin. Tears welled in Draco's eyes as he fell to his knees in pain. Blaise rushed to his side and held him close as the pain continued. Draco gritted his teeth and pressed hard against Blaise's body as it felt as though his entire arm was on fire. Minute upon minute, the pain continued until, half an hour later, it ended and disappeared.

Sweating profusely, Draco stared up at Blaise like a small child woken by a nightmare. "Blaise…" he whispered.

"It's okay Dray, I'm here," Blaise whispered, cradling Draco. Draco latched onto Blaise and the two moved together to the bathroom.

"I need a shower," Draco said in a tensed voice. Blaise nodded, "I'll be right outside," he said. He could feel his demon inside him and frowned. I wish there was a way for me to tell Harry what happened, he thought to himself. The shower head sprayed on and Blaise leaned against the sinks, watching the closed shower cubicle with a protective gaze. He did not leave his spot until Draco was finished, and even then that was only to give the younger boy a towel.

Dried and dressed for bed, Draco moved to his own before turning around to Blaise. "I'm not weak you know," he said.

"Of course not, but even strong men have moments of weakness," Blaise said softly. He glanced at the now full dormitory, their dormmate's snores filling the room, and stepped closer to Draco. "You're strong, I know you are, but right now, let me take care of you, until you can take care of yourself… and Harry."

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"Hm, interesting," the Incubus mused lightly in his cell. He and Harry were alone in the windowless structure, his legs and wings still chained while his arms were free.

"What happened? Did you want to talk about what we saw?" Harry asked.

"Oh no Voldemort grew up as an orphan boo-fucking-hoo, no I don't want to talk about that nonsense Harry," the Incubus said, "I want to talk about Blaise and Draco."

"Why? What happened to them?" Harry asked.

"Draco's Mark was burning," the Incubus said. "it seemed Voldemort was calling a meeting of some sort. I'm still scared of him but, it amuses me to imagine that he might know and fear us stealing his youngest follower."

"Is Draco okay?" Harry frowned. "What happened?"

"Blaise comforted him, it seems that a natural hierarchy is developing where Blaise is in charge… until we have our fun of course," the Incubus said.

Harry frowned. "I don't want Draco getting hurt because of me," he said.

"The boy isn't getting hurt because of you, he's getting hurt because of that monster Voldemort," the Incubus said. "I still believe that we should mate with him as soon as possible, but the final call is yours, Harry."

Harry's grimace deepened. "Am I hurting him by delaying it?" he asked. "I just… it feels too soon right after our mating with Blaise."

"I understand my pet, I really do," The Incubus said. "However, if you do not do something we will be in changes forever."

"I know," Harry sighed. "Tomorrow… tomorrow I'll spend the entire day with the two of them. Both in class and out… hell I'll spend all my time for the next week. I want Draco to know that he's loved with us, and cared for."

"A good idea, but don't delay the inevitable my sweet," the Incubus said. "Now… we both should sleep now."

Harry kept his word. For the next few weeks he spent as much times as he could with Draco and Blaise. The three of them separating only to eat, sleep, and whenever Harry and Draco had to practice Quidditch. Their first game was against each other, and Harry felt a sense of excitement towards it as he would be playing against his boyfriend instead of the aggressive anger that the House's long rivalry usually kicked up.

Harry's team won, obviously since he chose the best of the best from Gryffindor House, and instead of pouting with the others, Draco clapped for Harry and the three boyfriends slipped away to celebrate by themselves. And as time passed, thoughts of Voldemort or Dumbledore's potions left Harry's mind as he felt he was enjoying life as a normal teenager.

Snow began to swirl against the icy windows of Hogwarts once more. Christmas was approaching fast. Hagrid had already single-handedly delivered the usual twelve Christmas trees for the Great Hall; garlands of holly and tinsel had been twisted around the banisters of the stairs; everlasting candles glowed from inside the helmets of suits of armor, and great bunches of mistletoe had been hung at intervals along the corridors.

The Christmas Spirit had infected Hogwarts, Harry noticed that Ron has been spending an increasing amount of alone time with Seamus and Dean when he wasn't with him and Hermione. He guessed that they were in a bit of a relationship like him and his Slytherins, but decided to allow Ron to come and tell him instead of forcing Ron's hand.

The Christmas Spirit has also infected Professor Slughorn as well, unfortunately, as nearing the end of the term where Harry's mind was only focused on the upcoming break and his farewell present to Draco and Blaise, Professor Slughorn approached Harry with a satisfied look on his face. "Harry m'boy you slippery fox, I've got you this time," he chuckled. "I've asked all the teachers and Dumbledore of your schedule, and now I have an invitation that you cannot say no to! I insist that you attend my Christmas Party on the last day of classes. Eight o'clock in my office." He produced an elaborate looking scroll tied in a purple ribbon and thrust it in Harry's hand. "You may bring a guest, so feel free to bring any lucky girl you fancy," Professor Slughorn chuckling, giving Harry a delightful wink that made Harry's stomach groan.

The Potions Professor turned and walked away, whistling a merry tune to himself on a successful job as Harry looked down at the invitation. I suppose I could bring Ron… or Draco… at least then I could hang out with someone, he thought to himself. With those two in mind, he went out to catch up.

"What did Slughorn want?" Ron asked.

"He said he got me," Harry said, "he found a date that I have nothing going on and invited me to one of his parties."

"You really should come Harry, they aren't all that bad," Hermione said, ignoring the look Ron gave her. "Yes, it can be a bit… taxing the way he goes on about his old students but at least the food is nice."

"I know… he also said I could bring a guest so Ron… would you?" Harry asked, looking at his best friend hopefully.

"Why don't you invite Zabini?" Ron asked.

"Because he's already a part of Slughorn's little collection," Harry said. "He's going to be there anyway. Come on mate, help me out."

"When is it?"

"Last day of classes."

"I can't… busy with Seamus and Dean," Ron muttered.

"Those two again," Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Honestly Ronald what the three of you do spending so much time alone together—"

"Is none of your business Hermione," Ron said.

"Well at least I know what Harry is doing when he's not with us," Hermione said. "You however—"

"Hang on? What do you mean by that?" Harry asked.

"Well, you know, you're with your boyfriend usually when you're not with Ron and me," Hermione said. "Can't I be a little worried about you Harry?"

"Why? Because Blaise's a Slytherin?"

"No, because your, you know, might spring out and…" Hermione looked flustered as she tried to explain herself.

"You have nothing to worry about Hermione, Blaise and I are one hundred percent safe," Harry said. "In fact, we've also been spending some time with Malfoy. He's still a prat and a jerk but… I think I'm getting to him."

"What do you mean?" Ron asked. Harry gave him a quick wink before saying, "I mean that with a little influence, Draco's really starting to mature. So much so that I think I might invite him to the party since you're busy Ron."

Ron's face clearly showed his disapproval of Harry hanging around with Draco but he ignored it. I can explain when it's the two of us, he thought to himself. Hermione, however, looked a little more hopeful.

"Well if you're certain that he's maturing…"

"He is," Harry smiled.

"Then I guess it's alright… though that doesn't mean I forgive him," Hermione said. Harry nodded, "That's fair," he muttered and smiled friendlily at Hermione. "Then at the party you can see how much an improvement this Draco is."

"I look forward to it. Though Ron, are you sure you won't come?" Hermione frowned.

"No," Ron said. "I uhh… actually have a date that night."

"Really! With who? Is it anyone we know?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," Ron nodded, looking embarrassed and extremely nervous.

"Who is she?" Hermione asked a little too quickly.

"He," Ron corrected.

"Oh… oh," Hermione said. She shrugged it off quickly before Ron could look hurt, "who is he?"

"Seamus," Ron said.

"Really? Well… good for you," Hermione said, though Harry noticed a small hint of embarrassment on her front. Deciding to leave it alone, he changed the subject as they made their way to their next class.

Harry had a chance to ask Draco when the two of them and Blaise went out into the snow for a walk. There were barely any students around them, so Harry felt safe to hold both Draco's and Blaise's hands. Smiling to himself, he pulled both Slytherins close. "You know Draco…" he began, "Slughorn is having a Christmas Party that both Blaise and I have to go to, but we can bring guests… so how would you like to come as my guest? Then I can have both my boyfriends there and afterwards, I can give you two your present before we have to leave."

"Yeah, sounds good," Draco said. He leaned and kissed Harry's cheek. "So cub, what presents do you have for us?" he asked, glancing over quickly at Blaise, who nodded approvingly. Harry caught and smiled at the look before saying, "Not telling! You have to find out at the party. Now come on, let's find someplace private to warm up!"

A/N: Bit busy so I cannot reply to reviews for this one! Sorry, thank you so much for all your continued support, I see this story going on for at least five more chapters until the big "climax." Will two human-turn-demons be enough to break the Incubus's chains? Find out next time! Bring a tissue…