Ch. 12

Golden Boy's Revelations

After the week of lessons from the horrible dance instructor, Harry, Blaise, and Draco took a another week to look for a replacement. On the second week of November, they have found a private instructor who seemed excited to take the job. Harry had not met the guy, being too busy helping George with the shop, but Draco and Blaise reassured him that the instructor was fantastic. And while he was somewhat skeptical of Draco, Harry believed Blaise one-hundred percent.

Their first appointment was for November 10th in Blaise's and Draco's home. Harry came the day before to set up a space, refusing to simply let the house-elves do it, and he spent the time till the appointment pacing nervously wearing his yoga pants and a tight shirt. At ten in the morning precisely, there was a knock on the door. "Must be him," Harry said to Blaise and Draco, who were busy lounging in the room, each adult reading a book.

"Let the house-elves get him," Draco said dismissively, "you need to calm down."

"Bloody rich people," Harry muttered as he walked to answer the door. "Coming!" he called out loud when the instructor gave a second set of knocks. He reached the door just as a house-elf appeared, who squeaked hesitantly when Harry reached for the door. "Go away," Harry hissed at the elf before opening the door, smiling.

A man in his late twenties stood before him. His hair was brown and slightly tousled, his face smooth and somewhat effeminate with high cheek bones and pronounced lips, Harry was sure that the fading tan the man was sporting was somewhat fake (his own tan was disappearing as the weather transitioned into winter and sunny days became infrequent). He was strong-looking, visible muscles under his shirt, his chest looking far more developed than anyone Harry has met. He was also, Harry noticed with some jealousy, fairly taller than he is. The man looked down at Harry, silently studying him before his eyes drifted towards Harry's forehead.

Harry gave a tired sigh and said, "Hello I'm Harry Potter, are you my instructor?"

"…Mayhaps…" the Instructor said. "I've read about you, you had Madame, no?"

"Yes, and I did not go to her classes naked," Harry said in an annoyed tone. "Would you like to come inside?"

"Yes, yes… being a hero must make good money, if you are living here and not working," the Instructor said as Harry moved aside to let him in. Are all dance instructors assholes? Harry wondered to himself as he said aloud, "Actually no, this apartment belongs to my boyfriends, I live on Diagon Alley."

"Oh, I see," the Instructor said. "So why did you quit with Madame?"

"Besides the fact that she made me do my first lesson in my jocks?" Harry said sarcastically. The Instructor chuckled and shook his head.

"Yes, she can be a bitch like that," he said. "Anyway, Harry, you must know that I will have to inspect your body—I do this for all my clients."

"As long as you know my boyfriends will be watching you very carefully," Harry said. "They can be very…protective with my body."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because of my line of work," Harry said vaguely.

"Ah yes," the instructor nodded. "That would make sense. You are a dancer, correct? You dance for the muggle computers. Mr. Malfoy told me that, however I had to give a vow I wouldn't speak of it to anyone else."

"Then yes, I do dancing," Harry nodded after a while. The two made their way into the room Harry cleared yesterday where Draco and Blaise were still lounging. The Instructor cleared his throat and the two looked up to see Harry and him.

"Ahh, Mr. Ardor, there you are," Draco said. "Harry, this is Anthony Ardor, your dance instructor. We wanted you to be with us when we've interviewed him but you were so instant on helping Weasley."

"Well sorry for wanting to spend time with my roommate and earning a bit of extra cash," Harry huffed, rolling his eyes as he said that.

Mr. Ardor chuckled at this and said, "It is no problem; however, I believe before we begin, I must inspect your body, Harry, and you show me exactly what you can do." He pulled out his wand and wish a wave, a pole appeared. "Have you practiced at all with this?"

Harry shook his head and said, "No, I haven't really touched a pole before."

"Really?" Ardor gasped. "With your line of work as a dancer?"

"His dancing is more… freeform," Blaise said coolly. "It's more of his flexibility and how he presents his body." Harry nodded in agreement.

"I see, then show me," Ardor said, waving his wand and producing a simple chair. "Show me how you present your body!"

"H-Here?" Harry gasped. "Mr. Ardor—"

"Anthony," he corrected.

"Anthony, I'm not sure if you fully understand my line of work," Harry said quickly.

"Believe me I do," Anthony said, "I am very familiar with your work…Golden Boy. So do not worry, your secret is safe with me. It would be in bad taste and bad professionalism if I sprout about all my clients' secrets."

"And just in case, he easily took an Unbreakable Vow," Draco said. Anthony nodded in agreement. "So, show him your skills Harry love."

"I—okay," Harry sighed. He looked at Anthony and, blushing madly, he asked, "Do I have to get naked—"

"No! Keep your clothes on, please," Anthony said. "We are not in your workspace… are we?"

"No, we're not," Harry said.

"Then keep your clothes on and dance for me, Golden Boy," Anthony chuckled.

Harry sighed and nodded. Feeling awkward, he moved to the middle of the room and was grateful that it was only the three men watching him. He felt awkward, with the stranger's eyes on him as he tried to loosen himself up. He didn't know what to do, he normally had his toys to help direct what direction his show was going to go, but here, in front of his new dance instructor and his boyfriends, he had nothing. Closing his eyes briefly, Harry decided to start with the basics: feeling himself up. He slid his hand up and down his body, grazing his fingers and pressing the fabric against his skin, shivering at the indirect sensation. He moved his hands teasingly lightly, gazing at his nipples and stomach before reaching down and grabbed the hem of his shirt, lifting it off in one solid, fluid movement.

Now Shirtless, Harry began to move. He continued to touch himself, his hands moving to his nipples to pinch and tug as he began moving his hips gently. He moaned as his gyrated his hips to silent music. It was less awkward than the last time he danced with Blaise and Draco, however it was far from smooth. He moved his hands down as he bent his knees as if lowering on a huge dildo before moving back up flawlessly with his hands mimicking. A small tent was appearing in his yoga pants and he began to move, his hands exploring other areas of his body.

Five minutes he'd did his semi-clumsy sexual dance before Anthony stood up and said, "Stop. That is enough. You have potential, Harry, and I will teach you."

"You will? Brilliant," Harry smiled.

"Yes," Anthony nodded, "Now, I will of course ask you to show your flexibility, and since this is a very important skill you must learn, we shall train every day. Is that a problem?"

"It shouldn't be," Harry said, "however I help my friend George Weasley with his shop whenever I can, and there are also my public and private shows."

"When are your private shows?" Anthony Ardor asked.

Harry thought for a moment and counted them off on his fingers. "There's my show for Draco during his lunch hour on Mondays, that's from twelve to twelve-thirty; then there's Pyro, that guy who's very interested in locking up my cock, his on Tuesday during the afternoon along with this American wizard calling himself Destiny… Wednesdays I'm free, Thursday and Friday both have two—I have three on Saturday… would the morning work?"

"Yes," Ardor said at once. "Your training will go from ten in the morning to eleven-thirty. Every day, right here. You said you don't live here, right, will this be a problem?"

"No problem," Blaise said at once. "He has a key to the place and can just floo here anytime."

"Excellent. Then we will start tomorrow. Gentlemen, it was a pleasure meeting you three," Ardor gave a sort of bow and left the room. Draco called for a house-elf to follow him.

Harry turned to his boyfriends and smiled. "I like him, he seems far more nicer than that woman."

"Indeed," Draco nodded. "It also helps that he knows your true profession."

"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I think this is going to work out brilliantly."

"Good," Blaise chuckled, his hand moving to his pants, unbuttoning smoothly, "however Golden Boy…you have a show to continue. Make your Daddies proud."

Harry looked at his boyfriends and burst out laughing. Smiling brilliantly, he nodded and pushed Blaise and Draco to sit down, winking playfully, "Watch carefully Daddies," he smirked, and he began his dance again, excited for his lessons to start the next day.

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So November moved on. Harry's lessons with Anthony Ardor went swimmingly. Ardor was an excellent teacher, he was enthusiastic and patient, giving Harry all the time, he needed to get the moves right while also being able to dash the time away with easy conversation. He seemed so much different from Madame that it shocked Harry to learn that Ardor learned from her. The man also gave tips on how Harry could improve his own show, on how he can position his body, and how he can move his hips in such a way so his dildo would always hit that sweet, sweet spot. By late November Harry already thought of the man a good friend to have.

The weather was getting colder, the November skies were always gray with clouds that threatened to snow at any moment. With thoughts slowly turning towards Christmas, and what to get his loved ones, Harry was surprised to see that he and George were visited by Mrs. Weasley.

Yawning and still in his pajamas, which thankfully was modest, Harry blinked sleepily at the form of Mrs. Weasley while George gave her a cup of tea. "Good morning Harry dear, I'm so sorry if I woke you up," Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"Don't worry Mrs. Weasley, you didn't," Harry yawned.

"Yes well I won't be bothering you for long now anyway, dear, I'm just here to invite you both to dinner tonight. All the others are coming too, and in fact Ginny told me that she has very exciting news to tell everyone. And I want everyone to be there, so if you two would bring Colin and Draco it would be so nice… speaking of, Harry can I ask why I haven't met your boyfriend yet?" Mrs. Weasley turned to Harry looking curious.

"Ohh err…" Harry blushed vividly and bit his bottom lip. How was he supposed to explain to Mrs. Weasley, who is practically his mother, that he is in a polygamous relationship?

"Is something the matter, Harry?" Mrs. Weasley asked.

"Yeah… there's something that I need to tell you and Mr. Weasley about my relationship with Draco, we're still dating but it's a bit more complicated than that."

Mrs. Weasley frowned, but nodded, "Alright dear, you can come with me when I go back. In fact, maybe afterwards you can help me prepare a little. The whole Weasley clan is coming."

"Yeah, yeah I would like that," Harry nodded. Mrs. Weasley gave Harry a motherly smile and turned to George, transitioning into a loving interrogation about George's and Colin's lives.

When Mrs. Weasley was satisfied with George's answers, and a reassurance that Colin would be there, she left with a now dressed Harry. When they reached the Burrow, Harry sat down in the kitchen while Mrs. Weasley left to search for her husband. "Arthur! Harry here has something important to tell us," she called out. "That man better not be sleeping in on the one day the Ministry gives him off—Arthur!"

There was the sound of footsteps and a few moments later Mrs. Weasley walked back into the kitchen, followed by a sleepy-looking Mr. Weasley who was still in his pajamas. "Harry, good morning," Mr. Weasley yawned. "Wasn't expecting you till much later."

"He has something to tell us about Draco Malfoy," Mrs. Weasley said, waving her wand and a teapot and mug floated towards the table, the teapot filling the mug with tea as the two adults sat down. "He's not injured, is he?"

"No, no Draco is completely fine," Harry said. "We all are… the thing is with Draco and I… our relationship isn't exactly umm normal. There's a third person, Blaise Zabini, and well… we're all boyfriends."

Harry had a sudden need to keep his eyes shut as his words hanged in the air, uncertain on how it would be receptive as silence filled the room. His mind began swimming with countless negative thoughts, he thought that they would kick him out, that he would never be able to see his friends again. Minute upon minute the silence continued as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley tried to understand. Harry wouldn't dare open his eyes, his head downcast as he lost himself in his own downward spirals of thoughts.

"How does that work?"

Harry's eyes snapped open. Mrs. Weasley's question threw him off guard. He looked at both adults and saw that their faces was scrounged up with confusion. Still feeling tense, Harry said, "It's uhh a lot like a normal relationship but it's just three people instead of two… before it was just Draco and Blaise and they both decided and agreed that they wanted to date me too… that was in September…and we've been together since then."

"But what about marriage?" Mrs. Weasley asked. "Who gets whose name? Don't tell me you're getting both of theirs!"

Harry frowned. "I uhh… I don't know," he said. "We haven't really talked a lot about that kind of stuff. But we do all love each other, and treat each other equally. So it's just like a relationship with two people except, you know, there's three…"

"I see…" Mrs. Weasley said. She thought for a moment then looked at her husband. "Well Arthur, are you going to be silent or are you going to say something?"

Mr. Weasley looked sleepily between his wife and Harry and took a long sip of his tea. "Well darling," he said, "what else is there to say expect make sure there's enough chairs?"

"Really," Mrs. Weasley huffed, she turned to Harry and said, "They both know that they're expected to help out around here I hope."

"I'll tell them immediately Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, a smile forming on his face. "And… thank you."

"Oh come here you," Mrs. Weasley said standing up and pulling Harry into a tight hug. Harry hugged her with equal effort.

"I'll be right back," Harry promised, "I just want to tell Draco and Blaise about tonight, and I have a lesson as well at ten, but I'll be here as soon as it is over."

"That would be very much appreciated Harry," Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"See you later Harry—Molly can you pass the toast?" Mr. Weasley asked.

Harry took out his wand and pictured Draco's and Blaise's apartment in his mind. He took a step and spun on the spot, feeling what seemed like iron binds tighten over him as he Apparated with a small popping-noise. "Draco! Blaise!" He called out when eh appeared in the apartment.

"We're in the kitchen," Blaise answered. Harry made his way there to find his lovers sitting shirtless while eating breakfast. "Good morning baby-boy," Blaise hummed. Harry kissed both him and Draco and sat down. "What can we do for you?"

"Mrs. Weasley came to see me and George this morning, inviting us and our boyfriends to dinner tonight. Ginny has important news she wants to share with us," Harry said. "So all of us are going. I told her and Mr. Weasley that I'm dating both of you."

"How did they take it?" Draco asked.

"Well, I'm still here so I think good," Harry said. "Anyway, both of you are coming with me, and I'll be helping Mrs. Weasley prepare everything after my lesson with Anthony."

"Alright," Blaise said. "Just tell us a time and we'll make sure we're ready."

"Good," Harry smiled. "I'm going to go and get ready for the lesson then."

He left the kitchen only to return ten minutes later wearing his dancing outfit of tight pants and a shirt. The three of them spent time in the kitchen until it was time for Harry's dance lesson. The two Doms left their boy in the care of Ardor and left for work while Harry and Anthony spent the next ninety minutes sweating.

When the lesson was done, Harry showered and kept his promise spending most of the day at the Burrow helping Mr. and Mrs. Weasley set up. They decided to have dinner outside because of how many people are coming, and Harry placed two wooden tables together surrounded by chairs and under a large white tent the Weasleys saved from Bill and Fleur's wedding just in case it snows. When it neared five o'clock, people started showing up. Bill and Fleur were first to arrive with little Victoire, who was immediately in Mrs. Weasley's arms as soon as they entered. Charlie arrived after them, looking just as stocky as Harry remembered. "Hello Mum, Dad," he said first, kissing his mother's cheek and shaking his father's hand. "Harry, you look very good," he smiled.

"Thank you," Harry said. He turned to Mrs. Weasley and said, "I'm just going to get—"

"Yes, of course, bring them here, bring them here," Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully. "The more hands the better."

Harry nodded and turned to Charlie, Fleur, and Bill. "Sorry but I'll be right back," he said, and he Disapparated in front of them. He was happy to see that both Draco and Blaise were ready, dressed in a simple button-up and slacks, their top buttons left unbuttoned. The two held onto Harry as he Apparated the three of them to the Burrow. They walked up to the home and Harry opened the door. "Mrs. Weasley," he called out.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley moved to great them as Draco and Blaise stood there a little awkwardly. "Hello Draco, and Blaise, was it, so glad you could make it," Mrs. Weasley smiled.

"It is nice to meet you both," Mr. Weasley said, shaking both their hands. "Err… sorry about your parents Draco."

"Right…it's okay," Draco said a little awkwardly. Mr. Weasley let go of his hand and the three walked inside.

"I'll introduce you two to the others," Harry smiled. "Only Bill, Fleur, and Charlie arrived so far…" He led Draco and Blaise through the kitchen and into the living room where Bill, Fleur, and Charlie were sitting in armchairs, baby Victoire on Bill's lap. "Guys, this is Draco and Blaise," Harry said in what he hoped was a conversational tone as they walked in. "Draco, Blaise, this is Bill, his wife Fleur, and Charlie…"

The three looked at Blaise and Draco. "Aren't you a Malfoy?" Charlie asked.

"…Yes, my name is Draco Malfoy," Draco said. "Please don't mistake me for my parents, however."

The Weasleys frowned, but shrugged. The three sat down and there was a small awkward silence before Fleur asked, "So what is it that you do, Draco? Blaise?"

"We work in the Ministry," Draco said. "I have my own office, many people still look towards the Malfoy name for additional help."

"Hmm…" Bill frowned.

"Is it true that you work with dragons?" Blaise asked, looking at Charlie. "Harry told us about it, the only dragons I've ever saw was during the Triwizard Tournament." Blaise and Charlie soon dived into a conversation about dragons while Harry did his best to keep Draco's and Bill's conversation going. Things seemed to be going well, especially when George and Colin arrived, until, without warning, Ron's voice rose above the crowd, "Malfoy what are you doing here?"

Oh God, Harry mentally sighed. Ron pushed through the small crowd, Hermione following him saying, "Ron stop—Ron!" Draco and Blaise both stood up effortlessly to meet the redhead, Draco raising a perfect eyebrow. "Get out of my house," Ron said angrily.

"Why? I was invited here."

"Who would invite you?" Ron demanded.

"Your mother of course, Weasley," Draco said.

"Draco, shut up," Harry said, getting to his feet. "I'll handle this."

"Alright," Draco sighed. He sat down while Harry focused on his friend,

"Why is he here—why is Zabini here too?" Ron demanded.

"Because I invited them here," Harry said. "Your mother told George and I to bring our boyfriends, so I did."

"So why is that git here?" Ron demanded.

"Because I'm dating that git… just like I'm dating Blaise," Harry said slowly. "And yes I know he can be insufferable, believe me, but having a giant meltdown here in your mothers' house when we're supposed to celebrate whatever Ginny's announcement is won't solve anything, okay?"

Ron looked between Draco and Harry, his eyes hardening whenever he looks at Draco. "Fine," he said. "But if he makes one comment about us, I'll punch him."

"You wouldn't be the first," Harry said.

"And keep them away from me when we eat," Ron said.

"Understood," Harry nodded. He moved to sit down as Hermione dragged Ron out of the room, looking very crossed. Annoyed himself, he glared at Draco as the blonde young man shrugged and said, "I can't help it, I'm naturally attractive."

"Shut up," Harry hissed. "Just be glad you didn't say anything stupid. But believe me, if you say or do anything to ruin this night, whatever Ron does to you, I will do ten times worse—the same goes to you," Harry added, looking at Blaise, who was keeping a snicker to himself.

"Of course baby, wouldn't dream of it," Blaise smiled. Harry gave him a sharp look that didn't relax until the previous conversations continued again, Bill and Charlie now moved from dragons to Quidditch while Draco talked about France and Egypt with Fleur and Bill. Harry entertained himself by moving towards Colin and George and talked about his dance instructor. Ron and Hermione returned at some point, and Ron only muttered a half-apology before joining Harry and George. Hermione looked annoyed and sat with Draco, giving him an apology, and Harry was glad to hear that Draco apologized too.

As soon as Ginny arrived, Mrs. Weasley had everyone gather outside. Ginny was wearing dark green robes with a golden talon on the chest. She was grinning widely as she held her broomstick tightly. "Thank you Mum for bringing everyone here," she said giddily, moving from foot to foot as she tried and failed to hold onto her excitement. "As you guys know, I've been going to countless tryouts to join a professional Quidditch team. Well it's been a long and hard road that I mostly kept to myself but now I'm just so excited to tell you guys…I'm on the Holyhead Harpies! I'm going to be one of their Chasers!"

Mrs. Weasley's scream was louder than anyone else's cheers. The old woman made a rush towards her daughter and pulled her into a hug saying loudly, "Ginny I'm so happy this is wonderful news! The Harpies!"

Blaise and Draco clapped politely while Harry grinned, his voice going raw with cheering, and hands red from clapping. When their cheering started to die down, Mrs. Weasley pulled people at random to help bring dinner out. It was only then that Ginny, still in her Holyhead Harpies robes, noticed Draco and Blaise. "Malfoy? Zabini?" she said questionably. "What are you doing at my house?"

"Hello Weasley," Draco said.

"Congratulations on joining the Harpies," Blaise said more cordially.

"Thank you…"

"They're here because they're my boyfriends," Harry said, stepping in. "Now please don't blow your lid, I already gave these two that today's supposed to be about you, and if they do anything to ruin it they'll be in horrible trouble."

"How horrible we talking about?" Ginny asked.

"Wishing I would just use an Unforgivable Curse instead horrible," Harry said.

"Okay…" Ginny said, smiling a little, "then… I guess it is fine."

"That's a relief," Harry sighed. "And hey—" He pulled Ginny into a brief hug "—seriously, congratulations on getting in, you more than deserve it."

"Thanks Harry, I better see you in my opening game," Ginny said.

"You kidding? You think I would miss that? Who knows, maybe you'll be up against Wood," Harry chuckled. Ginny laughed and said, "He better be playing Keeper, cause I'd hate to win against Puddlemere with him not even getting on a broom."

In Harry's opinion, the night couldn't have gone better. Both Draco and Blaise were on their best behaviors, Draco keeping any snarky remarks or comments to himself while Blaise was his pleasant, polite self. The three left after breakfast, Harry failing to say no to a triple-helping of pumpkin pie which he split between himself and Blaise. Harry decided that he was going to sleep at the apartment that night, so the three left together.

"Harry… we've been meaning to ask you something," Blaise said after the three of them changed for bed. Draco was laying against the headboard, a pillow under him and a book in his hand while Harry was climbing in.

"What is it?" Harry asked.

"Well… I love you, and Draco loves you… and I really hope you love us—"

"Of course I love you," Harry interrupted. Realizing what he did he made a small squeak, "Sorry Daddy, continue."

Blaise chuckled, "Alright Baby Boy, it's okay. Anyway, we were both wondering if you thought about our offer. For you to move in with us."

Harry stopped and looked between Blaise and Draco. "Honestly… only a bit," Harry said.

"And?" Draco asked.

Harry was silent for a moment before nodding, "Yeah, I'll move in with you guys."

A/N: It's Almost Over, isn't it?