Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the characters and I am not making any money from this story.
Pairing(s): Theo/Harry, Oliver/Harry, Roger/Harry, Cedric/Harry
Rating: R

~HP~

Time Skip

At first when Harry's magic lashed out during the Quidditch World Cup, Harry's friends and family thought nothing of it. It had never happened except as accidental magic as a kid, but they weren't worried. Since becoming a griffin, he had more magic and his body was probably still adjusting to contain all of it. They ignored the fact that it was the first time it had happened.

When Harry met up with Oliver Wood, someone he only knew through Quidditch, he was pleasantly surprised by how much fun he was having. He waved to Theo during his conversation with Oliver, but was shocked to see his friend's glare. He almost went after his betrothed, but was distracted by Oliver's joke.

They were laughing, Oliver sitting close, when Harry's magic began to act up. It had done this a bit earlier, but it was more alive than before. Theo came running with Evan as golden light shot out from his body, surrounding him to keep people at bay.

Evan tried to come to his twin's aid, but was pushed away, making him fall to the ground, moaning in pain at the impact.

Suddenly, some of Harry's magic enveloped both Oliver and Theo. Oliver was already pressed closely to the fourteen-year-old, but Theo followed the pull until he, too, was pressed against Harry. The boy's magic quieted down afterward.

Harry felt faint, but stayed awake by sheer willpower. "What's going on?"

Theo shrugged uncertainly, brushing a wayward hair out of Harry's eyes with gentle fingers.

"I don't know, but your magic was telling me to do something." Oliver spoke softly.

"What?"

"This. Sorry, Theo." Oliver quickly covered Harry's mouth with his own. As Harry slowly returned the kiss, his magic flared up once more before calming as if satisfied.

When air became a necessity, they pulled away, panting heavily. "Wow," Harry murmured.

Oliver chuckled before he looked up and the laughter died. Harry followed his gaze, only to see Theo walking away, eyes on his feet.

"Wait!" Harry yelled, going after his friend. "Theo, I'm sorry." He wasn't exactly sure what he was apologizing for, but as his hand landed on the Slytherin's shoulders, he continued, "Once we're married, I'll always be faithful. I promise."

"You don't get it."

"Huh?"

"Never mind, just leave me alone Harry." Theo continued walking away with Evan following as he glared at his twin, and Harry was smart enough to not follow.

~HP~

After Bulgaria's defeat, the tension could be felt in the tent between Theo and Harry, but no one commented on it, much to Harry's relief. Finally, Harry couldn't take it anymore, considering he wasn't sure what he did wrong, and left with his parents' permission.

He found Oliver talking to a teammate, so he hung back. When Oliver noticed him, he came up, lips eagerly descending on his own. He felt Oliver's hands lower until they rested on his bottom, not that Harry minded. As their covered groins brushed against each other, Oliver's lips left his with a reluctant groan. "If we don't stop now, I might not be able to later."

Harry blushed, making Oliver laugh. They sat down under a tree and began talking, getting to know information about each other that wasn't Quidditch related. Eventually, Harry asked Oliver about Theo's aloofness.

"I think he's jealous." Oliver definitely wasn't sugar coating it.

"Why? It is not like we're married yet."

"I didn't realize you were so insensitive, Harry. Even I felt bad for kissing you, no matter how much I enjoyed it."

"Huh?"

"Maybe Theo was starting to develop real feelings for you, feelings that could eventually become love."

"Then why didn't he tell me?"

"I'm not sure. I don't know how Slytherins think. Maybe it was fear of rejection. Only he can tell you."

"I like Theo too, but I also like you. I don't get it."

Oliver bit his lip in thought, which Harry found absolutely adorable. "Maybe it's not you who likes me or even Theo for that matter."

"Oliver, I'm not a Ravenclaw. Break it down for me."

The Quidditch Keeper rolled his eyes. "Remember, you have griffin magic within you. Maybe you have griffin characteristics. From what I read, most griffins have mates. I don't know if there was ever a case where there was more than one mate. Special circumstances might call for it though."

"Remus!"

"What does Professor Lupin have to do with anything?"

"He's not a professor anymore, Oliver, thanks to Snape, but he loves to research. If anyone can find information to see if your idea has any merit, it would be him."

"Let's go ask." As they stood up, there was an explosion. People began to frantically run around. There were cloaked figures amongst the other wizards and witches. Oliver took Harry's hand in a strong grip before pulling the younger boy after him, intent on getting him to safety. He saw Theo alone, searching anxiously. Oliver knew he was right about Theo's feelings where Harry was concerned at that moment. He pushed Harry towards the Slytherin, who caught the small boy. "Go!" he told them both.

"What about you?" Harry asked.

"I'll be fine." Oliver left in the other direction. He looked back in time to see Theo pulling Harry along before he faced ahead.

~HP~

It had been a week since they had been back at Hogwarts. Remus was researching griffins for him after asking about Oliver's idea. He and Oliver had decided to write each other back and forth as the draw was too much to simply cut off all contact. Theo was still avoiding him, and Harry had had enough.

Taking the Gryffindor approach of acting before thinking, he pulled Theo into an abandoned classroom. Before Theo could open his mouth to object, Harry's mouth crashed onto his. Theo stood still before taking control of a very sloppy kiss. It was awkward, but it left them both wanting more.

They talked, Harry being honest about his feelings for Oliver, but also mentioning Oliver's idea. When all was said and done, Theo was nodding. "I understand that it may be the griffin, but I don't know if I will be able to share you."

"You are still going to be my husband though."

"We'll figure it out, Harry."