Harry should not have been on a broom that morning and he knew it, he had barely slept the night before. He wasn't sure why it was bothering him; he had known something was going on between him and the two men. He had sworn to Draco he had known that the men were playing some kind of game with him and that he was not going to get hurt by it. He had actually found himself believing that but hearing those words. It had not simply been a game; they had actually made a bet. They had made a drunken bet to see who could get him into bed first. He knew he should not be hurt for he told himself this was just fun and loosening him up but some how he could not convince his heart and brain to think the same way. Draco had warned him, had told him that his dad and Uncle were playing and he didn't want Harry to get hurt for he was too new at this. He should have listened to Draco; his friend had just been trying to protect him from getting hurt.

His mind was else where and when you are on a quidditch pitch even if only for a practice that is never a good thing. During practices they used live bludgers as they did in games and there was as much danger of injuries up there as there were in a game. They were not practicing with a snitch so Harry was out flying among his players watching them practicing or so he kept telling himself. It was nearing the later lunch hour, and his team would be landing soon for lunch.

After nearly taking a bludger to the head Harry landed his team a bit early. None of them pointed out it was odd for Harry was the one who always insisted on early morning practices to make sure they had the most air time. None of them had missed that Harry had been totally out of it when he was in the air.

Draco caught him after practice for he had been watching in the stands. "What happened with you last night Harry? I have never seen you that distracted before."

Harry was sighed. "Come back to my rooms and I will tell you. I should have listened to you from the start."

Knowing what Harry was talking about he was not surprised Harry did not want to talk about it out in the open like this. He was even more concerned for he knew that something obviously had happened and he was worried. Harry had just told him that he should have listened to Draco which definitely did not sound good. He had known there was a chance that his friend would get hurt and he had been trying to save Harry from that pain. He loved his dad and his Uncle but they had far too much experience and some times they were not as considerate of other people sometimes. He had threatened his Uncle if he hurt Harry and he seriously hoped he did not need to hex one or both of them. But he would if they had done something totally pig headed.

Harry was absolutely silent until they got to the head's apartment and even there he was pacing in his bedroom for a time before he was willing to explain what was wrong with him. He finally explained to Draco about his dad crashing the date the night before and what he had over heard.

He banged his head against his bed post a few times. "I should have listened to you. Fuck, I am a moron. I was a bet, who could bed the little virgin first."

Draco was boiling over with anger. "Harry I am so sorry. I thought they were having some fun, you know not serious, but I never thought it was a bet Harry."

He knew that Harry was feeling a mixture of betrayed and confused and hurt. Harry had known they were having fun, and he had thought that he could handle it. And he probably could have. He had been having fun teasing Severus and he could not deny that he had wanted Lucius to make love to him in that bed. He had been no less anxious the night before with Severus. He had been looking forward to the date tonight. He was confused, he had never thought it was possible to be attracted to two men physically as well as mentally but he had thought maybe he would sort it out and possibly it would be more then just fun with one of them.

Harry slumped down on the end of the bed. "I thought I could handle this. I mean I didn't need true love. I was having fun. But this. Damn them, damn them."

Draco took his hands in his. "My father and my Uncle are jack asses. Even if they were drunk they had no right to use you like this. I am going to hex them both."

He knew that Harry was definitely upset when Harry did not even try to protest that comment. Normally Harry would have told him not to jump over board; Harry was not used to having people standing up for him. But tonight Harry just rested his head against his friend's shoulder. He had known Harry stood to get hurt but he had never wanted to be right bout this and he was definitely ready to go and hex both of the men.

An owl arrived with a bouquet of roses and a note. Harry read it. "A reminder from your father of our date tonight in town."

Draco sighed and ripped up the letter for him. "I will go hex him for you. I would sick your dad on Severus if I were you. Too bad it is not a full moon."

Harry managed a small smile or that comment. He felt miserable but for some reason he could not bring himself to tell his dd. And it was for two reasons. One he was worried how his dad would react to the fact he had been dating both Lucius and Severus. His dad would not be happy that Harry had been involved in this in the first place though he would be angrier at the men. And two he knew how much Severus meant to his dad. He had noticed his dad was becoming close to him again. Severus had Lucius as a friend but since the death of Sirius, Remus had lost most o his real friends and the only one he really had to rely on was Harry.

Harry took out his wand and cast a spell from the marauders which Draco did not know, on the roses. "Give those back to your dad with my regards."