Ch. 9

Golden Boy's Secrets

Lost from society, a hermit hero who dropped from everyone's mind, Harry Potter's recent emergent into wizarding society has certainly shook the wizarding world by storm. Potter, nineteen, is most famous for being the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, the defeater of the Dark Lord He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and, most recently, the subject of a latest of a series of biographies written by the marvelous Rita Skeeter.

Harry Potter might be most famous for his conquer of the Dark Lord two years ago, however, after his victorious victory, the savior of the wizarding world had suddenly and mysteriously disappeared from the public eye until now. Thoughts on what the young Potter is doing range from wild theories to scandalous whispers. The rumor around the Ministry is that Harry Potter is not part of the Auror Program, shocking news to the wizarding community! It would be only natural for the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice to become an Auror, and continue a budding Dark Wizard catching career, however that does not seem to be the case. Mr. Potter is not an Auror, according to the Head of the Auror Office, Gawain Robards. Records shown that Harry Potter has tried to enter the training program, however we can only believe that he has failed every time.

Fellow classmates of Harry Potter, Ronald Weasley and Neville Longbottom, are two of the newest to the Auror Program and have been asked to comment both on Harry's failure to enter the program and his new scandalous relationship with Draco Malfoy, however both have refused to comment on each.

There have been various reports of seeing Harry Potter around Diagon Alley for the past half year, walking from shop to shop spending money he has somehow gained, even going as far as to enter Knockturn Alley, known for its dark arts shops, from time to time.

This is very suspicious behavior indeed. We must not forget the Malfoys' involvement in the past war, after all. Mr. Malfoy was sentenced to Azkaban for ties to You-Know-Who's Death Eaters and is in Azkaban now for said involvements, and Mrs. Malfoy has been known to socialize with wives of other suspected Death Eaters, as well as being related to known Death Eater Bellatrix Lestrange. With so much Death Eater influence on Draco Malfoy, it would not be surprising if their ideals have been inherited by the man. If this is the case, then we must wonder why Harry was caught snogging with Draco Malfoy.

How is it that this is the first time we see Harry Potter after two years? Why is he snogging Draco Malfoy? How long was their secret relationship going on? The answers to this readers, is very simple, and very scandalous. And will be revealed in his new Biography: The Secret Love Life of Harry Potter written by Rita Skeeter, and being released in two weeks.

"She used you for free publicity!" George roared angrily. He and Harry were sitting in their kitchen, each having a copy of the Daily Prophet. He slammed his paper down, the moving image of Harry and Draco kissing staring back at him. "Not to mention she outed you to the whole bloody wizarding community!"

Harry frowned. He leaned back and sighed, "I don't want to think about how Draco or Blaise will react to this." He placed his paper down and took a long sip of his tea, grimacing slightly.

"They would break up to you over this?" George asked.

"Hell no," Harry said. "But Draco's going to be pissed that they took the picture without permission, and associating him with the Death Eaters."

"But wasn't he—"

"He's working on it," Harry said, motioning to his inner forearm. George nodded and looked down at the paper again. "Actually," Harry said, "I'm more worried on how Mrs. Weasley will reach."

"What do you mean?" George asked.

"Well, it mentions me shopping around and going into Knockturn Alley, she will be very worried about me heading to Knockturn Alley," Harry said. "This will just open up the 'what do you do?' talk and I am sure that odd jobs will not work this time."

"So what will we do?" George frowned.

"I don't know," Harry sighed. He checked the time and made an annoyed sound. "For now, I have to get ready, I have a private show in twenty minutes."

"Whose?"

"McLagan's," Harry sighed. "He offered to pay me triple for one show. Should only last ten minutes though, he never did have much endurance."

George gave a quick snort then said, "What should I do if your boyfriends barge in?"

"Let them in, I'll be out as soon as I can," Harry said.

"Alright, have fun I guess," George said. He continued drinking his tea while Harry stood up and walked to his room.

He closed the door behind him and quickly took off his clothes. Standing naked, he made his way to his office, groaning. He kept the office door open slightly, Draco's order still somehow flowing through his mind, and he readied himself for Cormac McLaggen.

He was right, Cormac did not take long. The twenty-year-old bragged about having sex with Harry Potter most of the time, even saying that he had Harry come hands-free the first time they had sex (not true), but after a couple of shows from Golden Boy, including an interesting spell he wanted to use on his Daddies, Cormac came thick shots, coating his body.

Harry groaned as he just pulled on a jockstrap after the show. He was mostly annoyed at the Daily Prophet and having to deal with McLaggen didn't do anything to lighten his mood. The money was good though.

"Hello Baby Boy," Blaise chuckled as Harry walked through the partition. Both he and Draco were sitting on Harry's bed, waiting for him.

"Nice to see you dressed up for your Daddies," Draco chuckled.

Harry frowned at the two of them. "Did you read the paper?" he asked.

"Yes, we did," Blaise said. "Come sit with us," he motioned to the small space between them. Harry walked towards them and sat down, this ass and thighs resting on his boyfriends'. Blaise and Draco wrapped their arms around Harry, enveloping him in a hug.

"So what now?" Harry asked.

"What do you mean?" Blaise asked. "I was thinking we just go on as usual. We just thought to visit you here… and deal with Draco's grumbling of course." He chuckled.

"I did not grumble," Draco shot out.

"Yes you did," Blaise chuckled. "You were complaining about how the picture made you look! And the article associating you with those lot."

Both Harry and Draco shared a frown. Draco extended his arm, revealing the faded Dark Mark, almost completely gone yet still there etched into his skin. Harry moved his fingers hesitantly and rested his hand over the mark, Blaise's hand going over Harry's. "My next appointment is in two weeks," Draco said. "That should be the last one."

"That's good," Blaise said, "right Harry?"

"Yes Daddy," Harry nodded. Blaise removed his hand and Harry removed his. He stared at the Dark Mark and looked up at Draco hesitantly. He took Draco's arm lightly in his hands and brought it to his lips, kissing the arm lightly.

"Draco," he said softly, "don't let the article get to you… you're so much more than your parents."

"Thank you, Harry," Draco said sincerely. He rolled down his sleeve and hugged Harry, the young man moving onto Draco's lap. "Let's go out," Draco said.

"Good idea," Blaise said. "I know a… special restaurant for us."

"Lunch? Already?" Harry frowned, "I just ate breakfast."

"Then we will be back to pick you up," Blaise said. "Till then Baby Boy… you will play with your hole, make it nice and loose for Daddy and we might have a gift for you."

"Yes Sir," Harry nodded, wondering what this 'gift' would be. However, Blaise refused to say more about it, instead smirking at Harry and winking as he kissed Harry's cheek. "See you in a couple of hours Baby," he promised.

He and Draco stood up and excused themselves out, Harry following them. George watched them curiously and when the door closed, he asked, "So what did you three do?"

"Nothing much, we just talked a little," Harry shrugged. "They're taking me out for lunch later today."

"That's nice," George hummed. "So did you guys talked about your job? Or the article?"

"Not really no," Harry frowned. "However, it won't affect our relationship at all."

"That's good," George said. "So what are you going to do now?"

"I don't know," Harry said. "Might take a nap… hang around, not really feeling like going out by myself."

He did not know what he wanted to do with himself while he waited for Draco and Blaise to pick him up. In the end, however, he just fell asleep on his bed.

Harry woke up to a loud knocking and groaned as he rolled out of bed. His watch told him that it was one in the afternoon, and the very annoying voice drawling outside his door told him that Blaise and Draco were here.

"Come on Potter! What is taking so long?" Draco complained.

"I'm coming," Harry yawned. Groaning to himself, Harry opened his bedroom door to see Blaise and Draco standing in front of it, dressed differently.

Draco was dressed in a buttoned up black shirt with no tie. The top two buttons were unbuttoned, revealing the top of his pale chest. Blaise was dressed similarly, his chest hair peaking out of the opened buttons. Both were wearing leather pants. "Hello Baby Boy," Blaise chuckled. "Did you just wake up from a nap."

"Yeah," Harry yawned. "Let me get dressed—"

"No need," Draco said when Harry began to move to wardrobe and opened it. Blaise moved to Harry and placed his hands on Harry's shoulders gently.

"Kneel," he whispered.

Harry found himself going to his knees, wondering what Blaise was thinking. On his knees, he looked up at his dominant expectantly. Blaise chuckled, but shook his head. "Do not move, Baby Boy," he warned.

Harry nodded and stayed kneeling while Blaise moved to join Draco at his wardrobe. The two began whispering to themselves. Harry tried to lean towards them so he can listen in, but every now and again one or both of his Daddies looked back on him to make sure he was still kneeling, in his underwear that he wore since McLaggen's show. The two young men took out shirts or other articles and clothing, holding it up for a moment before putting it back. Harry wondered why it was taking them so long to find an outfit for him, but when Draco made an exasperated sigh, he knew something was up.

"Watch the boy," Draco said as he began walking towards the partition.

"Wait—"

"Harry," Blaise said lightly, "let us dress you. Stay kneeling."

Harry frowned, but nodded, staying on his knees. Draco opened the partition fully and Harry winced as Draco walked in, closing the partition behind him. Blaise sat down by the bed and began petting Harry's head, combing his fingers through his head, "Good Boy… so sweet and obedient," he muttered lovingly.

Harry relaxed under Blaise's touch. He closed his eyes and found himself purring lightly. Five minutes later the partition opened again and Draco walked out. "You will wear these, Boy," he commanded.

Harry opened his eyes to see Draco holding in his hand a prostate massager and his small nipple clips. "I thought we were going to a restaurant," Harry said, confused.

"We are Harry," Draco said. "Now get on all fours so your Daddies can dress you."

Harry blushed and nodded. He let his body fall to all fours and presented his ass to Draco. Draco chuckled and bent down. He pointed his wand at Harry's butt and muttered a small stretching and lubing spell. He took the prostate massager, and pushed it slowly into Harry's hole, teasing the boy as he pulled and pushed it in a little, earning him high, faint gasps. He felt the toy push inside him until it rested against his prostate, resting there. He whined, his cock growing as he pushed back against Draco, who spanked his ass in return.

"Don't be a slut!" Draco said, "You'll get what you want, wait."

Harry nodded in return, frowning. Can't believe I'm acting like him here. I'm not in my office damn it! He thought to himself. Draco and Blaise told him to stand up, and as soon as he did, Harry winced as both snapped the small nipple clips on his chest, his nipples already hard.

"You know these are going to show through my shirts, right?" Harry said.

"That's what's magic for, Harry," Draco chuckled. He gave Harry a black jockstrap to wear, which the boy put on obediently. "I'm going to dress you now Harry, okay?" he said.

"What do you mean dress me?" Harry asked.

"Like you're a little boy," Draco said. "Putting your shirt and pants on, make sure they look right on you."

"Oh… okay Daddy," Harry nodded.

"Good boy," Blaise purred as Draco moved to get the first article of clothing. Harry looked to see that Draco had decided on a dark blue shirt, button-up of course, along with what looked like a tight pair of black pants. Draco walked to Harry and slowly slid the first sleeve of the shirt up Harry's arm, kissing the bare skin as he did so. Harry blushed heavily as Draco kissed his cheek at the end. He did the same with the other sleeve and moved in front of Harry to button up the shirt, leaving a kiss on Harry's stomach as he slowly moved button by button, his lips and tongue dragging up Harry's body, making the boy groan. The fabric brushed across his pinched nipples, and Harry groaned loudly. When his shirt was fully button, it looked as though his chest was pushing out. Draco took his wand and with a wave created a glamour, leaving Harry's chest flat as it normally is.

Draco then pushed Harry to sit on the edge of the bed and did the same with his pants, kissing his way up to Harry's groin as he pulled the pants leg up with him, chuckling at the growing bulge. "Getting excited boy?" he grinned, flicking Harry's cock. Harry gasped, the pain surprisingly giving him pleasure. Draco smirked at that, "Like pain, do you?" he asked, giving Harry's bulge a harder flick.

"Ah!" Harry moaned.

Both Slytherins chuckled and Draco gave Harry's bulge a final flick before slipping on the other pants leg. Harry was disappointed that Draco didn't touch his cock again, but he did push Harry to lay down and raise his ass so the Slytherin can slip his pants fully on. He then slipped socks and Harry's shoes on his feet, and the Slytherins' Boy was ready to go.

"Come on Baby Boy," Blaise said, taking one of Harry's hand, and Draco taking the other.

The three made it to the front door where Harry stopped, frowning, "What if anyone gets a picture of us?" he asked.

"Ah… haven't thought of that," Blaise frowned. "Is there a fireplace in here?"

"A fireplace in a flat?" Harry scoffed. "No. OW!" Draco spanked him.

"Manners, Harry," Draco chided.

"Then we will simply walk," Blaise said. "Come on now." He pulled Harry's hand and opened the door. They walked outside and into the busy afternoon street of Diagon Alley. Any fear of getting his picture taken left Harry as the three quickly joined the large crowd, both Slytherins holding Harry's hands tightly as they escorted Harry to their restaurant. Harry was surprised, however, to see that they were leaving Diagon Alley.

"Where are we going?" he asked Blaise and Draco.

"A restaurant," Draco said. They entered the Leaky Cauldron and, ignoring the mass of people in it, moved into a side room where a fireplace was sitting, along with a single stool with a large bucket of floo powder.

"I'll go with our boy," Blaise said.

"Alright," Draco nodded. He let go of Harry's hand and Blaise pulled Harry into the fireplace. He snaked his hands around Harry's waist and kissed his cheek. "Ready Harry?" he breathed.

"Yes Sir," Harry breathed. He placed his hands on Blaise's and held on tightly. Blaise smirked and nodded at Draco. Draco threw in the Floo Powder and Blaise yelled out, "Repas Sadique!"

The flames shot up and Harry felt himself and Blaise spinning. Harry squeezed his eyes shut and waited for the sensation of spinning to be over quickly. When the sensation ended, Harry felt Blaise escorted him out of the fireplace before opening his eyes.

It was a large room. Circular tables filled the room, all full of people dining. Hanging from the ceiling was a massive candle chandelier with numerous hooks. It took Harry a moment to realize that instead of candles on the chandelier, there were more tables floating in the air with their occupants. Waitresses and waiters flew towards them on sleek black brooms, trays of food hovering behind them. Both waiters and waitresses had a strange uniform in Harry's mind, as both were wearing leather. "What is this place?" Harry asked Blaise.

"A special restaurant for witches and wizards with… special interests," Blaise chuckled. "A magic kinky restaurant basically, Harry."

"Nice," Harry smiled. "Wait, that means that everyone here…"

"Is Master and sub," Draco said from behind them. "Or some other power dynamic like that." He slipped to Blaise's side and kissed him. "Follow us Harry," he commanded as he slipped his hand in Blaise's. Harry nodded and the three walked away from the fireplace and towards a man standing behind a circular counter. He wore a collar and a leather suit. "May I help you, Sir?" he asked submissively.

"A table for three," Draco said. "Two Masters and their Boy."

"Yes Master," the waiter bowed. "Please follow me." An opening appeared from the circular counter and the waiter stepped out. Harry was surprised to see that he was fully clothed. They were led to a table near a large window, dark red curtains draped over it. "I hope this serves you well Master," the waiter bowed again.

"It will," Blaise said, dismissing the waiter. Close up to the tables, Harry saw that the tables were furnished oddly. Instead of regular chairs, two throne-like chairs were situated around the table, made of what looked like a comfortable red fabric with two golden horns on top and a dark wooden outline. The third, however, was shorter, still fancy-like, yet clearly less expensive, and less impressive than the other two.

"Is this my seat?" Harry asked, pointing to the lesser chair.

"Usually, yes," Draco nodded. "However… today is not about submitting." He snapped his fingers and the waiter appeared.

"Is something wrong, Sir?" he asked.

"Give our Boy the same chair as ours," he commanded. "He is being pampered today."

"Y-Yes Sir! I am sorry for insulting you!" The waiter panicked. He bowed deeply and pulled out his wand, changing Harry's chair to be the same as Draco's and Blaise's. He was then dismissed.

Draco and Blaise sat down in their seats and Harry sat in his, groaning when he felt his prostate massager move inside him. His cock jumped in response. Draco chuckled at this and Blaise smirked. "No cumming Boy," Blaise said. "I want your prostate nice and used."

"Y-Yes Daddy," Harry nodded.

"Good," Draco said, "Because we want to bring you home after this, our home."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise. "Draco… what do you mean?"

"Not for sex Boy," Draco said, "However we want you there still, so we can pamper you even more."

"Okay, yeah I Would like that," Harry nodded.

"Excellent Baby Boy!" Blaise smiled. "Now, be a good Boy and enjoy your lunch. Afterwards, your Daddies will bring you home and make you feel more relaxed as you ever did."

Harry smiled and looked at both Draco and Blaise. The annoyance and worriment he felt only hours pass, the sexually frustrated feeling he had from dealing with McLaggen all melted away as a warm, loving feeling overwhelmed him. Smiling broadly, he could feel his emerald eyes shining as he looked at both Slytherins.

"Yes Daddy, I would love that very much."