Outwitted

Harry needed to pack his belongings to move into the Manor.

Despite having covered all his bases or so he thought Lucius some how managed to get his way. Again. Sometimes Harry thought he was too honorable for his own good.

When he started dating Draco he had no idea things would turn out the way they did. Unbeknownst to him Draco already had a relationship. Draco just neglected to mention that it was with his father.

Intending to surprising Draco at the Manor Harry walked in just as Draco screamed his release. At first Harry was incredibly hurt and refused to see or talk to Draco for weeks.

When Draco finally cornered him in Flourish and Blotts Harry had calmed down a bit.

They apparated to Harry’s home to talk. Neither was willing to risk having their “talk” in the Daily Prophet the next day. Draco was willing to give Harry the home advantage.

“Harry you’re not upset that I didn’t tell you. You’re upset that you liked it.”

Of course Harry denied it vehemently. He said that it was an “unnatural” relationship and it disgusted him. The flash of hurt in Draco’s face had Harry wishing he could take that last phrase back. Draco persisted nonetheless.

“It puts your Gryffindor sensibilities in direct conflict with the Slytherin in you.”

Draco looked Harry in the eye before he stood.

“You know what you want Harry you’re just too bullheaded to admit it.”

“Did it ever occur to you why you’re finding out about my father now?”

“My father and I are powerful wizards. Did you really think you walked in on us by accident?”

With those questions lingering in Harry’s head Draco departed.

Harry had dealt with the situation the only way he could. He got rip roaring drunk.

In his drunken reverie a few memories came to the fore.

He remembered how Draco joked that the only reason Harry was dating him was because Harry didn’t think he stood a chance with Lucius.

Harry just groaned.

Another memory marched up front and center. The first time Draco mentioned a threesome and he reluctantly agreed. Soon it began to be standard practice to invite another person into their bedroom.

Harry groaned again.

Harry never really noticed that the third person was usually blonde.

Harry cursed out loud when he realized that Draco had slowly but surely led him to this moment.

Harry debated whether he should hex Draco or himself out right.

Harry grizzled under his breath about sneaky, underhanded, deceitful, gloating and not to mention opportunistic Slytherins as he stepped out of the fireplace in his small home.

After a bout of great sex between the three of them Draco had asked what Harry would do if it would make him happy. Thinking it was only bedroom talk Harry sleepily whispered, “Anything. I’d do anything if it would make you happy.”

He really needed to watch what he said when he was around those two.