Ch. 6

Golden Boy's Dates

George made good on his promise. The next day after lunch, the two men went to pick up Teddy from his grandmother's and went to the Burrow. Little Teddy, though only two, was already showing signs of his mother's metamorphic abilities. When the two men picked him up from his grandmother's, the toddler's hair was a very vivid blue coloring, and his fingers all different colors.

"Just like his mother, he can't decide on which color for anything," Andromeda Tonks, Teddy's grandmother, said.

"Are you sure that Colin is okay?" Harry asked as the two men were walking away from Andromeda's house, Teddy in Harry's arms.

"Yeah," George sighed, "I told him about what happened last night, I didn't give him all the details, don't worry about that, and he says that him being there might be too much. Besides, I'm seeing him later."

"Okay… sorry," Harry said.

"Don't worry about it."

When the two men and the toddler arrived at the Burrow, they were assaulted by Mrs. Weasley as she pulled them all into tight hugs. "Ohh, so good of you to come! Ah little Teddy too, so good to see you—Harry, why is his hair blue?" Mrs. Weasley looked up at Harry questionably.

"Erm… I don't know, Andromeda told us that he currently likes that color, but he can't decide which one to use," Harry said. As if to prove Harry's point, Teddy ran away from them and pointed at Mr. Weasley who just walked in, "Arth!" he said, not being able to say 'Arthur' fully yet, and his hair turned into a dull reddish color, his fingers becoming a rainbow of colors again.

"Ahh, Teddy, so happy you are here," Mr. Weasley said. He bent to shake Teddy's hand and did the same with Harry and George. "Bill and Fleur are here too with little Victoire."

"Bill's here?" George asked, "Excuse me Mum, Dad," he said as he moved between the two and went into the next room. Teddy ran after him yelling, "George! George! Wait!"

"So, Harry, how are you fairing? Your job is alright, correct?" Mr. Weasley asked, sitting down at the kitchen table. He motioned for Harry to sit with him.

Harry sat at the table and thought for a moment, "It's going well, the income is good and I enjoy doing it," he said a bit vaguely. He had to keep in mind that he has to separate Golden Boy from his life; George is the only Weasley allowed to know the truth.

"That sounds good, I hope you're not working yourself too hard, however," Mr. Weasley said.

"Don't worry, my hours are actually extremely flexible," Harry said.

"Good. …Tell me again, what is it that you do, exactly?" Mr. Weasley asked.

"I work for a small private company, you know how we have adopted muggle technology and improved them with magic? I work with those," Harry said easily. "That and helping out around Diagon Alley."

"How very nice of you," Mrs. Weasley said. "I'm so glad to see that you are getting everything organized." Harry just nodded, figuring that it would be best not to mention his outburst from last night. "Though, I have to ask how you are doing on your medicines. I've found two more bottles of your potions in case you need them."

"No thank you Mrs. Weasley, I've gotten my refill last week," Harry said.

"That is good to hear," Mrs. Weasley said. "I will be honest, I have worried that you might forget to refill them, or take your medicines when you moved out."

"I haven't," Harry said, "George has been on top of me for that."

"That's good," Mrs. Weasley nodded.

"Harry! There you are."

The three turned to see Bill Weasley walking in. His hair was still the same long length, Harry could see his fanged earrings. His face was still slightly disfigured from when Fenrir attacked him when Harry was in his sixth year of Hogwarts, but it made him look braver and more masculine somehow. He shook Harry's hand, the young man standing to greet the oldest Weasley. "You look good Harry," Bill said, taking in Harry's tanned form, "Diagon Alley must have been good for you."

Harry just smiled and nodded as he was pulled into the living room. "Fleur has been dying to see you," Bill said. In the living room, Harry saw George sitting in an armchair holding a tiny baby while Teddy was showing off his rainbow-colored hands, now cycling through pink, white, purple, black, white and blue before going back to the rainbows. "I know rainbows!" Teddy declared triumphantly, which was followed by a light, flowing laugh of the woman sitting in front of the boy. She was pretty, with long silver-blonde hair, and large, deep blue eyes. "Here, he is, Fleur," Bill declared, slapping his hand on Harry's shoulder and squeezing it.

"Harry! So good to see you again," Fleur said, her French accent still clear through her words. "I was hoping that you would come. Teddy was showing me his colors."

"Is he now?" Harry smiled, looking down at Teddy. The small boy nodded and said, "Yes! Look!" He screwed his eyes up in contractarian and his skin darkened until it became the sun-kissed hue of Harry's skin.

"Very nice," Harry laughed.

"So Harry, how have you been?" Fleur asked. "Last I heard, you have moved in with George on top of the shop. I did not know that you and George had that relationship."

"Oh no!" Both men said at once. "No, no, no, Harry's just living me with," George said quickly. "I mean yeah we both love blokes, but I'm dating someone."

"Really? You dating? That's new," Bill said. "Who is it?"

"Oh, just some guy," George hummed.

"Does Mum know?"

"No, not yet, we just started dating," George said.

"Well, good luck with that. How about you Harry? Any men in your future?" Bill asked.

"Maybe, I don't know," Harry said.

The four adults talked while Teddy entertained himself, mainly by laughing at himself as he changed whatever part of him he fancied a different color. Ron and Hermione arrived an hour later, still dressed in their work robes, while Ginny came afterwards, looking exhausted. "'Lo all, practice was brutal," Ginny said as she practically collapsed into a chair in the living room. With each new arrival, Teddy ran up to them and proudly showed them his colors, naming each and every one as he changed his fingers.

"So, what's up with you Harry? You look nice by the way," Ginny said, looking up at Harry.

"Thanks… nothing much really," Harry shrugged.

"How's work? Where do you work even?" Ginny asked.

"He works around my shop a bit and helps others around Diagon Alley," George said, whose hands were now baby-free, "he's a real golden boy, he is, always helping out wherever he can."

The others missed the deadly glare Harry was giving George as Fleur said, "That is very sweet of you Harry."

"Thank you," Harry said a little shortly. George just chuckled and stuck his tongue out. "Well Ginny, if you're really curious, George actually started dating Colin Creevey."

"No!" George and Ron said together.

"Creevey? You mean that little git with the camera who adored you?" Ron asked.

"Yes, and don't call him a git!" George said hotly.

"Alright, alright," Ron shrugged. "So you and Creevey huh? Could be worse, I mean, you could be dating Malfoy."

"Ron! Honestly," Hermione muttered. "Malfoy is… well Malfoy, but still he seems to be a little better."

"Still a git," Ron muttered.

"Have you seen him lately?" Harry asked.

"Who? Malfoy? No, he mainly stays in his office all day," Ron said. "Besides, we're in different departments. Still a prick, though."

"Prick!"

"Teddy!" Harry said at the laughing two-year-old who was copying Ron. "Don't say that."

"Sorry UnclaHarry!" Teddy said, 'uncle' and 'Harry' being one full word. The adults laughed and conversation moved to more safer topics as Harry relaxed in his seat, glad that Malfoy, or his job did not turn up in the conversation.

Mrs. Weasley came in and ask for help with dinner. Fleur was the first to stand up, handing her baby to Bill as George and Ginny followed. "Would you like to hold Victoire?" Bill asked Harry.

Harry nodded and Bill gently placed Victoire in Harry's arms. The baby was small, Harry could see that she looked just like her mother, she had a head of silver-blonde hair, and her eyes began to darken to Fleur's blue. Harry noticed that Victoire had Bill's nose and lips. She was staring up at Harry curiously.

"Hello you," Harry said softly.

"So Harry, how's your social life going?" Ron asked.

"Well, I actually have a date on Saturday night," Harry said.

"That's good," Hermione said. "I'm happy you're putting yourself out there."

"Thanks, Hermione," Harry smiled.

"So, what's the date about? Or did your guy not tell you?" Ron asked.

"Oh, he did, we're going to a club he frequents," Harry said. "And as for who he is… it's Draco."

"Malfoy!?"

"Yeah…"

"Just how did that happen?" Ron demanded.

Harry blushed a little and bit his lip, "Well, I was our shopping in Diagon Alley, and I was thinking of heading to this new café where I sort of… ran into Draco. He was on lunch break, we talked, went to the café together and… he asked me out."

"Just like that?"

"Yes Ron, just like that," Harry nodded. He figured that it would be better to keep the BDSM element out of it. He did not want to embarrass himself even more so, or even think of how Hermione or Ron would react to his certain kinks.

Dinner with the Weasleys was very enjoyable. Harry was able to relax and, for a moment, not think about Golden Boy or his outburst last night. When it was over, they all stayed for a while in the living room, chatting, until Bill and Fleur decided that they should leave. George and Harry followed afterwards, a sleeping Teddy in Harry's arms.

"Harry," George said once they were back in their flat after dropping Teddy off with his grandmother, "we need to talk."

"About what?"

"About why you were sleeping in your workspace last night," George said.

Harry frowned. He looked at his friend and hesitated for a moment, "I'm… not ready to talk about it," he said.

"I don't want you avoid it, Harry," George said.

"I'm not George but… we'll talk about it on Sunday, ok? I don't want to bring it up now…" Harry whispered.

"Fine, that's your call, but don't forget," George said.

"I won't… and I'm sorry," Harry frowned. "I just don't want to think about it before my date… I might lose courage, you know."

"I understand," George said, though Harry thought that he looked a little disappointed. "Well, speaking of dates, I'm going out with Colin in a bit. Baby and I are just looking at stores."

"Ok, have fun," Harry nodded. "I'll just go to sleep."

"Night."

The next day, to calm his nerves, Harry decided to have a little show before his date. He took off his clothes, went into his workspace, and picked out his favorite toys. He made sure that they were on reaching distance, and snapped on a simple leather collar and jockstrap, hiding his erection. Earlier that morning, Draco made good on his promise and an owl arrived with the time and place he and Blaise would be picking Harry up, the young man was not surprised to see that it was at the mouth of Knockturn Alley.

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Golden Boy made sure that he had everything ready and started his show. As normal, Pyro was the first to arrive.

GOLDIE I MISSED YOU BABY GIRL! Was Pyro's opening message.

Golden Boy giggled softly at that and smiled, "Sorry Pyro," he said in a highly effeminate voice, "but your girl was very busy. In fact… I have good news for you all, once the regulars get here." Golden Boy smiled mysteriously as his regulars started pouring in, all clamoring about his "good news."

"Hello all to all my Daddies and Masters," Golden Boy said, "Today's show is going to be a quick show, because your Golden Boy has a date tonight!"

Pyro: A Date!? With who Goldie? Who's stealing my girl?

Red Rocket: Going to whore out for him, baby?

"No, no nothing like that," Golden Boy giggled. "We're going out to the club. In fact, my date picked out exactly what he wants me to wear." He figured it was safe to say all this as he did not see Dragon Daddy or Black Mamba in the chat room. Golden Boy leaned towards the camera and winked, "but would it be fun if I went there wearing this underneath?" He whispered, "especially if my strap is stained with my cum and pussy stretched?"

Dom: It would, boy. Keep your cunt stretched.

Golden Boy smiled and said, "Yes Master," knowing that Dom liked being called that. He flicked his wand, and his thickest, longest dildo floated towards him. "I'm going to stretch my cunt very good for all of you!" He smiled.

His viewers all cheered, and Golden Boy got into position, on his pillows before his dildo made a beeline for him, the head aimed directly at his loosened hole.

It was a fun show for both Golden Boy and his viewers. He allowed his Daddies and Masters to cast spells on him, and at the end he was tied up, his skin marked red with slaps and scratches from invisible forces. His cunt was gapping, and Dom enchanted a plug to stay in it. Golden Boy came twice in his jockstrap, staining it as pearls of cum leaked out. He was on a high, until the very end when a message appeared.

Dragon Daddy: Make sure to wear those for tonight. I will be inspecting.

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"Fuck!" Harry exclaimed once the computer was off. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"Harry!" George's voice called out, and the redhead ran in. "Harry, are you okay?"

Harry tore open his partition, not caring if George sees his cum-stained strap, collar, and plugged ass. Looking desperate, Harry stared at George, "I think I fucked up," he said.

"What do you mean?"

"Dragon Daddy… my best donator and viewer… I think he's Draco," Harry said.

George stared at Harry. His eyes widened, mouth hanging open. After a while, he seemed to compose himself and said, "So, what are you going to do?"

"I…I have to go on the date, right, I have to talk to Draco about it," Harry said. He frowned and moved to sit on his bed. "If I avoid him, then it would be worse. Especially if I was wrong."

"Well, that's a point, how can you be sure?" George asked.

"Because I was an idiot and announced at the beginning of the show that I had a date and suggested that I would wear this to the date! I thought that would get more donations of guys demanding to date me or whatever, and it did, I never even thought of wearing this stuff, but now… just as I was wrapping it up, Draco messaged and ordered me to wear this."

"Damn… looks like there's no way out," George said.

"I know," Harry sighed. He reclined on his bed, reached towards his hole, and pulled out the plug. George snickered at the action and said, "I know we're roommates and everything, we even jacked off together, but can you keep a little class, Harry?"

"No, I'm too busy thinking how I'll deal with Draco," Harry said. Giving a sort of defeated sigh, he looked at his lewd action and smirked, "I guess in the end, he told me what underwear to wear too."

"Uh…"

"I'm going to take a shower," Harry rolled over, giving George a flash of his ass, "I'll be in there for a while, thinking."

"About?"

"Whether to go on the date as Harry or Golden Boy," Harry said simply, and he walked out of the room, leaving a stunned George.

His shower was longer than usual. When he was done, Harry gathered his collar and jockstrap and walked back to his room, a towel wrapped around his waist. He tossed the collar and strap on the bed and opened his wardrobe, seeing the clothes Draco selected for him still hanging on the side. "Can't believe I was so damn careless," Harry muttered to himself as he allowed his towel to drop to the floor. He got dress, making sure his collar and jockstrap was on properly, before dressing in his clothes.

He was wearing a simply black button-down shirt and pants, a belt hung loosely through its hoops. Dressed, Harry pocketed his wand and, after checking the time, left his room to go meet Draco. "I'm going," he told George.

"Alright, I'm having Baby over here so don't be surprised," George said. Harry frowned slightly but kept it to himself as he left the flat. It took him ten minutes to get to the entrance of Knockturn Alley where, unsurprisingly, Draco was waiting for him.

The man was wearing something similar to Harry, a silver shirt and black leather pants. Draco smirked at Harry, "Hello Golden Boy," he purred.

Harry frowned and bit his lip, "Sorry about that…"

"Hiding things from your Daddy, huh? Such a naughty boy," Draco chuckled. "But we'll talk more about that later."

"Right…"

"Well, let's go," Draco said. He held out his hand. Harry stared at it in confusion. "We are Apparating to the club directly, Harry. Hold my hand."

"Sure…" Harry laid his hand on Draco's, and the blonde gripped it tightly. He pulled Harry towards him roughly, the young man falling on Draco's chest. "Hold on," Draco smirked, and Harry had to quickly wrap his limbs around Draco as the blonde took a step and they disappeared together.

They appeared in what looked like an acceptance room. It was painted dark, balls of light hanging in the air. There was a line next to them that filed out of a door behind them. Draco ignored all of them as the walked directly to a bouncer-looking wizard, his hair cut short, and arms twice the size of Harry's head. During this time, Draco has never let go of Harry's hand.

"Mr. Malfoy," the bouncer muttered. He moved out of the side and allowed Draco and Harry to move deeper inside.

The club was spacious and multi-floors. In the center, three times the size of Harry and George's flat, was a dance floor full of men and woman dancing. Beams of light circled the place as more orbs of green light hung in the air. At the far end was an unseen band, playing loud, almost hypnotic music that the dancers moved to. Alongside the sea of bodies on the sides of the first floor, were booths and tables filled with more witches and wizards. There was a bar nearby, as well as a set of stairs that led to the second, third, and fourth floors, which were all cut off at the dance floor so that everyone could see the sea of writhing bodies. "Ours is on the third floor," Draco said casually. It was one of the more private floors."

He let go of Harry's hand for a moment, and Harry turned to him confused, only to see the blonde unbutton his shirt. Underneath, Draco was wearing a black leather harness that crossed his defined chest. Harry stared in hunger as he easily saw that Draco has been busy the past two years. Draco turned to Harry and smirked, "Come on Boy, open your shirt for Daddy."

Harry nodded and found his fingers working automatically as he opened his black shirt, revealing his toned muscles and collar. Draco took a step closer and dragged his thumb across Harry's collar approvingly. "Good boy," he whispered. "Come on, Black Mamba is waiting for us."

Harry nodded and followed Draco up two flights of stairs, not noticing the looks and leers men were giving him. "This is a BDSM club," Draco explained as they climbed the steps. "An international one, everyone wants to be a member here, it's the only way to get in without waiting in that long line. Blaise and I have been going here ever since we found out about it. Some of our other classmates too. Don't worry, I'm sure we will not see them, and only Blaise and I know about your job."

"Okay…"

"Why so glum Harry? You are killing the mood," Draco sighed.

"This just isn't… I was stupid," Harry said.

"Stupid?"

"About my job," Harry said. "It was supposed to be a secret. I even made a separate account just so Golden Boy can't be linked to me."

"Ohh… I guess I could see why," Draco said. "The Daily Prophet would have a field day if they learn that you are a cam boy."

Harry nodded, "That, and I just don't know how I would explain it to the Weasleys. I mean, I know that George helped me set everything up, but I can't imagine explaining my job to Ron or Bill… oh god or even Mrs. Weasley!"

"So that's why the secrecy of it all, with the face and everything," Draco said. Harry nodded. "Yeah… guess I was stupid to think that it would last long. Didn't even last a month."

"What are you talking about?" Draco asked. "You are not seriously thinking of camming just because I found out who you are."

"I—"

"You are so thick," Draco muttered. "We are definitely going to need to talk—ah there's Blaise." His annoyed look turned into a smile as they reached the third floor. Harry looked in front of him to see a man standing at a table right against the edge so that he could watch the dancers. He was tall, taller than Draco, and very muscular. His chest was two fully developed pecs that pushed out a bit, leading down a perfect "V-shaped" body to a set of six-pack abs that are still visible when he was relaxed. Harry noticed that both of Blaise's nipples were pierced, and he had some hair on his chest that curled. Like Draco, he was wearing a leather harness and black leather pants with an open button shirt that was a dark green. He smirked as Draco and Harry walked up to him. "Draco, love," he said, his voice deep and rumbled in Harry. Draco left Harry for a moment as he and Blaise kissed, their harnesses and bodies pressed together, pale white skin against pure ebony. Their kiss was gentle, relaxed, and not what Harry was expecting.

"Look who I brought, Blaise," Draco smirked, both men wrapping arms around the other's waist as they turned to Harry. Blaise turned his attention to Harry and smiled. Harry moved his eyes from Blaise's pierced nipples to his face, and offered his own, nervous smile. "Hello Blaise… err… I mean Black Mamba."

"Blaise, here, Harry," the Slytherin smiled. "Come, sit down, relax. I will get you a drink to soothe your nerves."

Harry nodded and followed Blaise's orders. Draco sat with him and Blaise left to the nearby bartender. "So, what do you think of this place?" Draco asked.

"It's… not what I expected," Harry said. "But it's not bad."

"Good," Draco smirked. "Because if all goes well, I want you coming here with us every week."

"Giving me orders already, Draco?" Harry asked.

"Of course, I have always given you orders, Golden Boy," Draco said, purring Harry's name again. Harry blushed and looked away. "How did you even think of that name, anyway?"

Harry looked down at his hands and muttered his answer. He winced when he felt a light spank on his butt and looked up to see Draco with his wand out, "Daddy will not allow mumbling," Draco said.

Harry gave Draco a sharp look, but sighed. "Because of you," he said.

"Me?"

Harry nodded. "Remember when we were in Hogwarts? You always called me Golden Boy… it just seemed right."

Draco stared at Harry for a second before a perverted, victorious smile played his lips. "I knew you were mine back then," he said. Harry blushed, but smiled bashfully.

Blaise came back with three drinks and sat down. "So, why is our little boy blushing?" he chuckled.

"He just told me that I am his inspiration of his Golden Boy name," Draco said smugly.

"Is that so?" Blaise asked.

"It is indeed," Draco said.

"Interesting," Blaise chuckled. He leaned back and looked at Harry. "Baby boy, why are you so far away?"

"Huh?"

"Come here," He indicated the space between him and Draco. Harry, getting the idea, stood up and his chair moved with immediately between the two Doms. He sat down and felt Blaise's arm on his shoulder. "So, how was your life the past couple of years, Harry?" Blaise asked.

"It's… been something," Harry said. "I've umm… actually been unemployed, until Golden Boy."

"Ohh," Blaise said, sounding surprised. "Can I ask why, little boy?" He moved a little closer, and Harry could start to feel the heat from his body. It was strangely comforting, he wanted to lean into him. As if reading his mind, Blaise said, "You can lean into me little boy, I don't mind."

"Thanks," Harry muttered, and he rested against Blaise's chest, his gaze on his nipple piercings. It felt good, he thought, lying against a man again. Draco moved in closer as well and placed his hand on Harry's shoulder. Feeling safe between the two Dominants, Harry opened his mouth and explained his last two years, including his P.T.S.D. and the attacks he suffered from every time he tried out to do the Auror exam, as well as the long, deep depression he fell in.

When he was done, he felt as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders. Blaise gave a huge sigh and patted Harry. "I am not going to lie Harry, that was some tough shit you went through. I'm glad you're climbing out of it."

"Me too," Harry hummed.

"That said…" Blaise stood up suddenly, his chair moving out of the way as he pulled Harry up as well, "you are too sad now, little boy! Come dance!"

"Blaise!" Harry said as the Slytherin pulled him along down to the dance floor, Draco following after them chuckling.

The dance floor was crowded as always, but Blaise made a path for the three of them. He held Harry close to him and stopped in what seemed like the exact middle of the floor. Harry felt Draco against his backside, his and Blaise's hands on Harry's hips. "Just move with our flow, little boy," Blaise smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. Both men started to grind against Harry, moving to the beat as the young man stood awkwardly, feeling self-conscious about his moves. His eyes kept looking around at the others, some of whom were watching them.

"Harry, don't think of them," Draco whispered in his ear, biting it lightly, "Close your eyes and move with us." Harry nodded and closed his eyes. He felt the two bodies pressed against him, guiding him, leading him to move. He relaxed slightly and allowed them to take control, feeling awkward about how his hips moved. I need practice, he thought to himself. They danced together for a while, Harry slowly opening up and loosening, yet still needing both Slytherins to guide him.

After dancing for what felt like forever, they returned to their table, Harry sitting between the two Dominants. On the way, Blaise flagged a worker to bring them food. The three talked as the food arrive, Harry growing more comfortable with the three of them.

"So, you seriously just roam around your flat naked?" Blaise laughed.

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "George's at the shop most of the day, so I am free to do whatever I want. Sometimes when it's nice out, I go to the roof and relax there with a book or something."

"Nice," Blaise said. Harry nodded and smiled. "How about you guys? Where do you live?"

"Well definitely not a flat like yours," Draco said, earning him a glare from Harry.

"We live in London, actually," Blaise said. "We have a multi-storied penthouse. Enchanted with magic, of course, to make it even bigger."

"It is as if a mansion is on top of an ordinary Muggle building," Draco said.

"That's amazing!" Harry said, "It must have cost you a fortune."

"It is very expensive, but we are worth it," Blaise chuckled. "Besides, half of our apartment is our 'playhouse.'"

Draco snickered as Harry looked at them confused. "Playhouse?"

"You'll understand soon, little boy," Blaise said, patting Harry's shoulder. Harry felt an anticipated shudder go through him as Blaise's hand stayed on his shoulder. "Anyway, how do you enjoy camming?" he asked Harry.

"It's fun, really," Harry smiled. "I love it. Though, I always know that it's temporary, until I find a better job. And even then, I think I'll continue doing it. I mean, it's very fun and actually getting me into shape."

"You look sexy, by the way," Blaise added. Harry chuckled and smiled.

"Thanks, but I need something else to do," Harry said, "All I do is walk around and fuck myself."

"But you fuck yourself so well, Harry," Draco said, his hand resting near Harry's ass. Harry giggled and said, "Well I want to get more shapely, you know, and more coordinated. You've seen me on that dance floor, I'm terrible!"

"Well, you can take dancing lessons," Draco said. "That can help. If you want, Blaise and I can search for the best classes for you."

"Really?"

"Of course Harry, you're now our Golden Boy," Draco said. "Everything you learn for your job, will be great for us. That is, if you want there to be an us."

Harry looked between the two men. He thought for a moment before raising his arms and wrapped them around Blaise's and Draco's necks. He moved to kiss both their cheeks and smiled, "Yeah," he nodded. "I want there to be an us."

Both men chuckled as they moved closer to Harry, kissing his cheeks. Harry smiled between the two and moved his arms down to their torsos. The three relaxed and spent time kissing each other. Their lips tasted so good to Harry, Draco's were perfect, tasting a hint of apricot as he skillfully glided his lips over Harry's while Blaise smashed his lips against Harry in a passionate show of dominance.

Harry relaxed as the two Dominates pushed their chair together, pushing their legs together so Harry could saddle them both. Smiling at both of them, Harry gave them each another kiss before saying, "Teach me everything you can, Daddies."

Both men chuckled and assaulted Harry's lips again.

It was near midnight when Draco and Blaise escorted Harry home, walking him into his flat. "George must be asleep, so we have to be quiet," Harry whispered.

"Alright," Blaise said, opening the door to Harry's flat. The three men walked in and Harry turned to them.

"Thank you for tonight Blaise, Draco, I had a lot of fun," he said earnestly.

"We had a lot of fun too," Blaise said. "We will obviously do this again, little boy."

"Yes, Sir," Harry nodded.

"Good night Harry," Draco said, combing his hand through Harry's hair and kissing him again. During the night, Harry and Draco couldn't help but keep kissing each other, much to Blaise's amusement.

Harry winked and said, "I'll see you during your private showing, Daddies."

"Good Boy," Draco said.

"Now go to sleep," Blaise said. Harry nodded and closed the door softly after Draco and Blaise left.

Alone, he sneaked towards his room, only to stop to see George's door opened slightly. He must be home, Harry thought to himself. Wanting to make sure that George is sleeping, he poked his head in only to clasp his hand on his mouth to keep him from gasping. George was asleep, but also was Colin, who was naked on top of George, both not using the covers. Harry could see a drying stream of cum leaking from Colin's ass. They had fun, he thought to himself, biting his lip as he felt his own cock inflate. Thinking to leave them be, Harry closed George's door softly and retreated to his own room, shrugging off his clothes and falling in a dreamless, gentle sleep, with a peaceful smile on his face as his last thoughts were of Draco and Blaise.

A/N: Ahem. I am currently developing two new stories. While both will be published, I would like to know which one you guys want to be published first! The first is a Kingdom Hearts story where Sora is a mage looking for more knowledge and finds himself falling in with the demon boys Riku, Axel, and Roxas on the way, falling for all three. The second: My revisit to The Perversions of Harry Potter with drastic changes so that the plot does not run away from me! Which one would you guys like to see first? Please tell me in the comments. Have a nice day!

Delia Cerrano: It is Harry trying to separate Harry Potter from Golden Boy, trying to make them two different people. So him falling asleep in the work space is showing Harry running away from Harry Potter's problems while sleeping as Golden Boy.

Alice: Thank you very much! I have no idea why Rowling (who's work I have, but has lost all my respect for reasons) thought that Harry would be absolutely ok from the war.

Littlesprout: Thanks, hopefully this chapter has raised Harry's spirits.

SalazarsDemonLover: Thank you, Yeah, I always think how I can take concepts and make them more relatable!

AnnaMerteuil: This review makes me feel a little insulted tbh lol. From the wording it's like all you care about are the lemons XD

Gottogreece: Welcume!

Cayk Zomby: Yeah, poor Harry