[Fic] Dangerous Dark Artefacts (SS/HP/DM)
Title: Dangerous Dark Artefacts
Author: CiraArana
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~ 8,900
Prompt: Corn
Warnings: Three men having sex. Harry angsting over relationships. Also not beta’d, so probably rather confused and full of mistakes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot lines (and even those really belong to Muse). I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story.
Summary: When Harry’s boss ordered him to Malfoy Manor to help Draco dispose of Dark artefacts, Harry had thought the job might be, if not enjoyable, at least doable. But these days, Draco doesn’t live alone, and Harry hadn’t expected what living with two Slytherins would be like.
Author's Notes: Written for harrydracosnape's monthly prompt. It was supposed a short, smutty romp in the hay. But it didn’t want to be. Now, it’s a somewhat smutty monster that has precious little to do with corn.
The only sounds were the faint singing of birds, the soft rustling of dry stalks, and his own heartbeat. The sun was warm on his skin, its heat covering him like a warm blanket. The strawy stalks tickled his naked arms and something prickled at his neck.
Harry didn’t move, sunwarmed and languid. He lay with his hands behind his head, legs stretched out. A small smile played over his lips as he let himself sink deeper into the peaceful atmosphere.
He didn’t know how long he had been lying there when a shadow fell on him. He blinked his eyes open. Above him, perched on his hovering broom, was Draco, windswept and scowling.
‘Hm?’ made Harry.
‘Is there a reason why you are here?’ Draco asked in a tightly controlled voice.
Harry blinked. ‘Huh?’
‘Here. Outside of the manor grounds. In a Muggle field.’ Draco sneered. His eyes glittered coldly. ‘It may have escaped your notice, but the charms end at the borders of the grounds. Anybody could see you here! And what would our dear Minister think of Harry Potter getting noticed by Muggles, hm?’
‘Right now, you’re the more conspicuous one here,’ Harry gave back, irritated by Draco’s words. ‘And it may have escaped your notice, but I’m lying in a cornfield and aren’t likely to be seen. And even if someone does, so what? It’s not like I carry a sign around my head saying “Wizard”.’
Draco pressed his lips tightly together as if to suppress the angry words he was about to say. ‘Fine,’ he spat finally. ‘Stay here and let them find you. See if I care!’
He yanked his broom up and flew away.
Harry wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes, trying to regain the wonderful peace from a few moments before and wondering why Draco had been there at all. After all, today was the day Snape was expected to be back from his trip to Croatia, or wherever he had gone for his rare potions ingredient. Harry had decided to not be there when the man returned and give Draco and Snape some time alone together. Besides, he was in no hurry to be in their vicinity. They made him uncomfortable.
Besides, it was all he could do, be somewhere outside for a day. He couldn’t leave the manor. At least, not if he wanted to avoid a pissed off superior and an angry Minister. Harry had been injured during one of his missions and his boss, knowing that Harry wouldn’t remain in bed to rest and heal when sent home on sick leave, had ordered his best man to Malfoy Manor.
‘There are still a lot of Dark artefacts at the manor,’ Harry’s boss had told him. ‘Mr Malfoy has repeatedly asked for an Auror to help in the identification and disposal of those. The library alone!’ The man had shaken his head and smiled at Harry and ordered him to take care of the matter.
So here Harry was, stuck at Malfoy Manor, with a job everyone knew was just a scam to get him the time to heal. It was common knowledge that designing Harry to work his way through a library would take months because he would skive off work more often than not. Months he would need to heal.
In the odd, weak moment, Harry admitted that he needed the time. His body was still recuperating from the internal damage done by too many curses. But he resented being sent here for a fake job that everyone, even Malfoy, knew was fake. Even more he resented not being able to do what he wanted, being weak.
But strangely, he didn’t resent being stuck at Malfoy Manor, in spite of the gloomy predictions Ron had made. He hadn’t even resented it when he had first been ordered here. After all, Harry had managed to get alone with Malfoy over the years since the war, and they had built a solid working relationship on their first, shaky truce.
Therefore, Harry had expected that staying at Malfoy Manor would be, if not comfortable, at least doable. What he hadn’t expected was what living here would be like.
It wasn’t that living with Draco was awful. Rather the opposite. Since Harry had come to live in Draco’s home, they had begun a tentative friendship. The easy camaraderie he had found with Draco amazed Harry, but somehow, somewhere along the way, they had connected, and he found he rather liked being friendly with Draco. And even though the work was dull, Draco’s presence made up for much, and he was always up for an impromptu game of chasing a Snitch. The real problem, or more the origin of the problem, was that Draco didn’t live alone.
It was common knowledge that, these days, Severus Snape lived at Malfoy Manor. And although Harry’s relationship with the man was still difficult and often rather volatile, they could now be in a room together and even hold a conversation without insulting or sniping at each other. So Harry hadn’t expected any problems from this direction, either.
However, what wasn’t generally known - or, perhaps, just generally ignored - was the fact that Draco and Snape were, well, a couple.
It had taken Harry some time to realise it. But then, he wasn’t the quickest when it came to human emotions and the two men weren’t exactly open about it. But Harry had been watching them so closely, and he recognised the way they acted when together: the occasional touches, the way they talked with each other - sometimes in strange half-sentences that seemed to Harry to be an entirely different language - all that screamed they were lovers.
Harry wished it didn’t make him so envious. He never felt like this when he met with Ron and Hermione, and even Ginny and Dean’s obvious happiness together never bothered him. But the intimacy and closeness between Draco and Snape always tied his stomach into a tight, hot knot of painful envy.
Harry knew he wanted that for himself. Someone for his very own, with whom he could talk in half-sentences and who would know, at one glance only, how he felt. But in all of his tentative relationships, no one had ever been what Harry had been looking for. He hadn’t opened himself to any of these people, first women and then, when he had realised what he was missing, men. No one had ever been what he needed. And he had never felt as if he was the one the other needed either.
It had made Harry uncomfortable, that feeling of envy whenever Draco and Snape were together. He wanted to ignore it but apparently his abilities at denial weren’t what they once had been. Seeing the two men together made Harry yearn. He tried to hide it but he could never squash it. And he could never look away.
It didn’t help that, shortly after he realised that Snape and Draco were together, Harry started dreaming. That kind of dreams, first of Draco and then, to his shock, of Snape as well. After a week of constant dreams, Harry had to admit to himself that he was attracted to both Draco and Snape.
Uncomfortable wasn’t even the right word for it. Harry felt awful. He wondered whether it might be a result of the curse damage he had taken. Because being attracted like that to two men, at the same time, just wasn’t right, was it? There was one person at a time one was attracted to, although one might occasionally look at others. But never would one feel the same for this other than what one felt for one’s lover. Right?
It was even worse because the two men he lusted after were together. Harry was disgusted with himself.
But he couldn’t stop watching. It was like a healing wound one probed to see if it hurt still.
The one thing that finally sealed Harry’s intense discomfort in Snape and Draco’s presence, the one thing that made him glad for Snape’s trip and the reason that now kept him outside and away from the manor was that, the longer he stayed, the more he became aware of a certain tension whenever all three of them were together. It wasn’t hostile. Harry would almost call it sexual. And it freaked him out.
He could never tell whether it was really what he thought it was, or whether he just imagined it because he wanted both Draco and Snape so much. He was almost sure he imagined it, because there could be no other explanation. After all, Draco and Snape were together. Why would he feel sexual tension when together with them if it wasn’t his own, suppressed desire?
But then, he would catch Snape’s or Draco’s eyes and there was something in the way they looked at him, something hungry and wanting. It made Harry’s spine shiver and his groin tingle.
It made him even more nervous and more deeply uncomfortable. Because he had to be imagining things. And just when he had convinced himself, as reluctant as he was, he would notice Snape looking at him and think he saw open desire in the man’s eyes.
He was helpless in his reaction to it.
His dreams at night became of a more fevered intensity and his day-time loathing became even worse. Here he was, lusting after Snape and Snape was looking in open lust at Harry, with the man under whose roof they both lived directly next to them! The same man with whom Harry was slowly building a friendship. And also the other man Harry felt attracted to.
Harry swore he had never in his life felt so confused and unhappy. Not even when he had been trying to date Cho.
And he had been only fifteen then, and a hormonal teenager with a Dark-Lord problem.
He had felt incredibly relieved the day Snape had left for Slovenia, knowing he’d be away for several days. Harry had hoped that during these days he might be able to find some balance, sort out his emotions and get himself under control. And while it had admittedly been easier without Snape around, without the dark temptation the man represented, all Harry had done was fall more completely for Draco.
Snape’s absence hadn’t helped at all, and now the man was expected back and Harry was, more than ever, torn. Just thinking about the whole situation made him restless, making the stalks around him rustle ceaselessly.
To make matters worse, he still had to make his way halfway through the library. He could remain stuck here for months! Harry groaned and flung one arm over his eyes at the idea.
When his arm touched his nose, Harry noticed his skin felt a little tender. He wrinkled his nose and the skin stung. Harry groaned. Burnt. He’d better go inside and find some potion.
With a reluctant sigh, Harry sat up and peered over the swaying ears, looking around to see if anyone was near. But all he saw was more ripening corn, the trees that lined the field and the hedge around the manor grounds. So he got to his feet, picked up his broom that had been lying next to him, hopped onto it and leisurely drifted towards the manor. He really wasn’t looking forward to being back inside with the two Slytherins.
Plus, he had pissed off Draco earlier, he remembered ruefully. That would make things even more awkward.
Harry landed on the lawn just down from the large terrace behind the sprawling mansion. For a moment, he simply stood there and glanced up the stone steps that lead to the terrace, but then he took a deep breath and resolutely climbed upwards. Procrastinating wouldn’t change the situation or make anything easier.
As he crossed the terrace towards one of the side-doors, he was suddenly startled by Draco’s voice, raised to a half-scream.
‘-and it’s driving me crazy!’
Harry froze in his steps and looked around. He’d just noticed the half-open French window that led to the drawing room that had once been Narcissa Malfoy’s domain when he heard Snape’s dry answer.
‘Yes, I can see that.’ The man’s deep, soft voice sent a shiver down Harry’s spine.
‘Severus…’
‘Draco.’ There was a short silence. Then Snape went on, in a gentler tone than Harry had never heard from him before, ‘Come here, Draco.’
There was the sound of steps, and then Harry heard Draco sigh.
Heart beating madly, fingers clenched around his broom, Harry told himself to leave. Move and go inside to put his broom away or move to the window and join the two men in the drawing room, but not just stand here and listen. But before he had decided what to do, Draco spoke again, and the tone of his voice rooted Harry to the spot.
‘It’s just … I can’t stand it anymore, Severus. This whole situation … it’s awful. I don’t know what to do.’ He sounded tired and despairing. Harry felt himself go cold inside.
‘While I wouldn’t go so far as to call the situation “awful” I certainly agree that matters can’t continue like this,’ Severus said calmly.
Draco snorted. ‘It’s awful, Severus, believe me. You just haven’t been here for a couple of days.’
Harry almost dropped his broom, he was trembling so hard.
‘My absence has nothing to do with my diction, Draco. And I don’t see how it matters what description I would use when we have already agreed to change the present situation.’
‘Yes, but how?’ Draco all but wailed. ‘It’s not as if I could write him a letter, with him living in the same house.’
‘A letter,’ Severus repeated slowly. ‘Have you thought about talking to him?’
‘Talk to him?’ Draco sounded incredulous. ‘Oh, yes, it would go over so well if I walked up to him and … No, Severus. I can’t. I … I’d say something stupid and he’d get it wrong and then …’
‘Do you want me to talk to him?’
At this point, Harry finally regained control of his body and he almost ran across the terrace and inside the house. Panting and trembling, he went to deposit his broom in a cupboard in the Broom Room, as Draco had laughingly called the small chamber where lockable broom cupboards - custom made, of course - lined every single wall. Tapping his wand to the lock, Harry opened his cabinet and safely put his broom inside before charming the door close.
Then he simply stood there, head leaned against the smooth wood of the cabinet, and tried to control his breathing.
It was true, listeners heard no good of themselves. But Harry had thought he and Draco had become friends. He certainly had felt that way about the other man, and not once so far had Draco even hinted that he resented Harry’s presence in his home. And Draco wasn’t the kind of person who suffered quietly. If he’d wanted Harry gone, he’d have said so.
Wouldn’t he?
Harry had thought so, and once he had got his whirling thoughts under control he still thought so. Besides, hadn’t Harry’s boss said that Draco had asked for Auror help in disposing of all of the Dark artefacts in his home? Of course, the boss could have whitewashed the matter but still, Draco hadn’t once protested.
But that didn’t make it better. Harry agreed with Draco; this was awful! Because if Draco hadn’t been talking about Harry’s presence in the house… He must have noticed Harry’s attraction to both him and his partner. Harry winced with shame when he thought about how disgusted Draco must be. And how unbearable he must think the situation, knowing that his guest lusted after him and his lover!
Harry bit his lip to stop himself from whimpering. Draco must be mortified to have attracted unwanted desire - Harry certainly always was - and from a guest in his house to boot! Someone to whom he had to be at least polite. Worse, someone he couldn’t simply ask to leave because the Minister himself had deposited this guest in Draco’s home. Worse still, someone he couldn’t get rid of who also appeared to be disrupting his relationship!
Awful was putting it nicely, thought Harry.
The soft sound of the dinner gong interrupted his horrified thoughts. Harry raised his head from the cupboard, blinking in surprise. Was it dinnertime already? He didn’t wear a watch, so he had no idea how late it was.
Not that it mattered. He didn’t feel hungry. Rather the opposite, he felt distinctly queasy, and the thought of eating something made him sick. Besides, he just couldn’t walk into the dining room and sit down with his hosts. He couldn’t face them, not now. Preferably not ever again. But that was over-dramatic, and Harry knew it. He’d see them again and he wouldn’t show he had overheard them and it would be fine. Right now, however, he couldn’t face them and needed to be alone.
Quickly, Harry slipped out of the small room and through the corridors towards the library. He’d look up some skin care potion for his sunburnt nose, he decided. There had to be a book. Besides, the library was nice and quiet and they probably wouldn’t look for him there.
Harry made it into the library undetected, and after some search he even found a book whose title sounded like he could find the recipe for a sunburn potion inside. He was leafing through the large, thick tome when the door opened quietly behind him. Harry had just time to freeze in his motions before, with a soft rustle, Snape sat down opposite him.
Harry felt like a rabbit in front of the snake as he looked over the gleaming surface of the large, round table that was his work-station at Snape’s unreadable face. So Snape had come to talk to him, hadn’t he? In an attempt to have at least some control of the situation and to appear calm, Harry forced an apologetic smile and said, ‘Sorry, I’m not hungry. Have you been sent to look for me?’
Snape tilted his head. ‘I came to look for you, yes.’
Harry didn’t leave him the time to say anything more. ‘Oh, that’s nice, but, you see, I’m really not hungry. ‘Sides, I’m looking for a potion for sunburn. Seems I got my nose burnt today. You couldn’t give me a few pointers, couldn’t you?’
He winced inwardly at his babbling and hoped he didn’t sound as desperate as he thought he did.
It seemed his hope was in vain, for Snape gave him an odd look. But he didn’t remark on it and merely said, ‘I haven’t come to remind you of dinner.’
Harry blinked and tried to think of something else to say to prevent Snape from talking to him about the awfulness of the situation. He felt too shaky inside still and didn’t know what he’d say or do if Snape tried to talk about Harry’s attraction to him.
Snape surprised him again by saying something unexpected.
‘A simple aloe tincture should be enough for your nose. It is not badly burnt. I would advise, however, that in future you use a protection potion before you loll around in a cornfield all day.’
‘Yeah, well, it’s not as if I’d meant to get sunburnt,’ Harry said defensively. ‘And I wasn’t lolling around all day, I meant to fly and just … How do you know, anyway? Has Draco-?’
‘He told me he found you in a cornfield, yes,’ Snape answered before Harry had even finished the question.
Momentarily diverted, Harry frowned. ‘Did he complain to you?’
Snape raised one eyebrow. ‘He certainly wasn’t happy to find you out of the grounds.’
Harry snorted. ‘Oh, yeah. And in a Muggle field, too! How horrible. I might have been seen! As if being seen by Muggles would infect me, or something. Besides, he was the one who was hovering over that field on a broomstick, not me. All I was doing was lying in a cornfield, for heaven’s sake. No need to rip into me,’ he finished with a huff.
Severus had listened to his small rant in silence and now said quietly, ‘He was worried about you.’
That was definitely the last thing Harry had expected to hear. Especially considering what he’d overheard earlier. This time not faking surprise, he said, ‘Worried? About me? W-why?’
The eyebrow rose again. ‘He told me he had been looking for you for some time. Apparently you had forgotten to tell him you would be out flying.’
Harry flushed guiltily. ‘Um, yeah, thought I’d be away when you came back,’ he mumbled, looking down at the book in front of him. ‘Give you two some time alone.’
‘A laudable decision, certainly,’ Snape said dryly, ‘but in this case I daresay Draco would have been happier if you had remained inside, if not of the house then at least inside of the grounds.’
Harry shook his head. ‘What, because of the almost non-existence chance that I might be seen by Muggles?’ Snape gave him an incredulous look and Harry bristled. ‘What?’
‘Are you really this unaware of the situation?’ Snape asked in his best “Potter, you unmitigated moron”-tone.
Harry felt suddenly breathless with apprehension. ‘What situation?’
Snape abruptly leant forward to glare at Harry. ‘That you might be in danger from those who wounded you last time!’
Harry, taken aback, could only stare back.
Snape shook his head. ‘Have you really been unaware that the group of rogue wizards that you hunted has not been captured completely? That there are a few who managed to dodge the Aurors and have now sworn revenge?’ He snorted in disgust at Harry’s slack-jawed surprise. ‘You have been here long enough for people to know where to look for you. Draco wasn’t worried about Muggles seeing you. He was worried about these wizards seeing you and, with you being outside of the Manor’s wards, being able to attack and kill you.’
He didn’t add you idiot, but it was clearly implied.
Harry could only blink at Snape for several seconds. He was in danger? Why had nobody told him that some of the rogue wizards had escaped? Draco had been worried about him? His boss must have not told him on purpose, knowing that Harry would never stay home if he knew that the job had been botched. Had Draco known? Had this been the reason why Harry had been sent to Malfoy Manor, because of its protective wards? But the boss had said Draco had asked for help. Had this been made up? Had Draco offered to take Harry in?
‘So that’s why I’m here,’ he finally said. ‘Not because Draco needs help with his Dark artefacts but because the manor is safe. And they couldn’t let me stay in Grimmauld Place because there was no one there to keep an eye on me!’
Anger bubbled inside of Harry. He’d thought he and Draco had become friends, but Draco had only been his warder!
Snape must have guessed what was going on inside of him (not a surprise, given that Harry had never learnt to close his mind to Snape’s Legilimency). He shook his head and gave Harry a smile that made him forget his anger immediately.
‘Oh, I daresay Draco had his own reasons for reminding your esteemed superior of his request for Auror help,’ Snape all but purred. Harry’s cock twitched in response to the auditory caress, and he had to struggle to suppress a moan as Snape lowered his lashes and added softly, ‘And for your information, Draco and I both like to be having an eye on you. We’d like it even better to have more than our eyes on you.’
Harry almost choked on his own breath. There is was again. That look in Snape’s eyes. But Harry had to be imagining it! Hadn’t Snape agreed with Draco earlier? He couldn’t be looking at Harry that way. He couldn’t have meant what he’d said either, not the way Harry had understood him.
Or, perhaps, this was Snape rectifying the situation. Was he trying to provoke Harry into doing something, admitting his attraction so that the two Slytherins had a reason to throw him out? Or was this meant to be his punishment, this teasing, more blatant than Snape had ever been before? He would be teased and then denied what had seemed to be promised?
Harry stared down at his hands, clenched on top of the open book, and decided the best thing he could do was to ignore the look and the words. He made a concentrated effort to relax and then looked up at Snape with a shaky, rueful smile.
‘So, um, Draco knew about the escaped rogues, then?’ he said, not meeting the other man’s eyes. ‘I … I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’m sorry to have worried Draco. I only meant to, well, be out of your hair for some time.’
He saw Snape frown.
‘Of course Draco and I knew,’ Snape said, sounding angry. ‘Your boss thought it better to inform us of possible danger. He also promised to let us know the moment the last escapees had been captured. So far, we have only received notes informing us about the ongoing investigation. The rogues are still out there, Potter, and it seems they are still after you.’
‘Well, I didn’t know!’ Harry cried. ‘All he told me was that Draco had asked for help with his Dark artefacts and the library, and that I was to take care of the problem. He never said one word to me about the result of my last mission!’
Harry’s fists were clenched again, this time in anger. He felt betrayed and patronised in the same irritating, awful way Dumbledore had patronised him by not telling him everything that concerned him.
‘Why the fuck do people always seem to think they’ve got to keep things concerning me secret from me!’ he shouted and slammed his fists on the book.
‘Your track record isn’t exactly the best there, Potter.’ Harry glared at Snape, who shrugged and added, ‘You’re not exactly known for obeying the order to stay put whenever you think something concerns you.’
Harry wanted to snarl at Snape, or punch his nose. The fact that the man was right didn’t make the situation any better.
‘Well, fuck,’ he finally said after several tense minutes he’d spent glaring at Snape. ‘I’d still have liked to know. Besides, not telling me everything doesn’t exactly work well either, does it?’
Snape’s lips twitched into what could have been a hastily suppressed, resigned smile. ‘No, Potter, it doesn’t. You’re a walking menace either way.’
For some reason, that not-quite-smile cheered Harry immensely, and he grinned broadly.
‘Hey, one more reason to let me loose,’ he joked. ‘If I’m a menace either way I should be menace enough to get the evil guys!’
That made Snape pinch his nose in such exaggerated despair that Harry laughed out loud. ‘Well, alternatively, you can of course always tell me everything and then tie me up. That should make me stay put.’
Snape’s reaction wasn’t quite what Harry had wanted to achieve. He eyed Harry speculatively, a strange gleam in his dark eyes.
‘Tie you up,’ he repeated slowly, thoughtfully. ‘Ah, now, that is an idea.’
Harry flushed in embarrassment and anger with himself. He had practically provoked that comment, and although he doubted Snape meant it that way, his imagination supplied some images he’d rather not have in Snape’s company. His cock was half-way to rock hard, and Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Snape’s raised eyebrows and smirk made him blush harder.
‘Something the matter, Potter?’ Snape asked, still smirking broadly.
‘Uh, um … n-no,’ Harry stammered and frantically tried to think of something innocent to say. It was proof to the state his mind was in when all he could come up with was, ‘So, um, did you get what you want?’
Snape’s eyebrows climbed even higher and he looked surprised. But only for a moment, and then he gave Harry this slow, languid smile again that made Harry’s brain melt.
‘No.’
It took a couple of seconds before the answer registered but its unexpectedness helped Harry to stop the melting process.
‘Oh?’ He blinked. ‘You didn’t? Well, that’s a bother. And you went all the way to Slovakia for it. Could the apothecary who wrote to you not find it anymore or what was the problem?’
‘Oh, you were talking about the Basilius powder.’ Snape leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He gave Harry a very strange, sharp look. ‘No, I got that. And it was Syria, you ignoramus.’
Harry frowned in confusion. ‘Yes, of course that’s what I was talking about. What did you think I was talking about?’
‘Quite obviously something else.’
Harry sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Suddenly, he felt very tired. He didn’t care anymore what Snape was trying to achieve, here. All he wanted was to know where he stood and what was going on.
‘Look, Snape,’ he said and let his hands fall into his lap. ‘I don’t have the foggiest what you were talking about. So just assume I am the total idiot you always say that I am and tell me, in easy words, what it is that you want from me, okay?’
Snape considered him for a moment.
‘You.’
Again, it took Harry a couple of seconds before he understood the answer. And when he did, he felt like someone had Stunned him.
‘H-huh? W-what?’
His voice sounded ridiculously squeaky. Snape seemed to think so, too, as he smirked at Harry.
‘I want you,’ he repeated calmly.
‘But… but…’ Harry shook his head, trembling, torn between hysterical laughter and utter despair. ‘But you can’t! I… No. I mean… What… What about Draco?’
‘What about him?’
Harry gripped the table tightly. ‘But you’re together!’ he all but screamed. ‘Aren’t you?’
‘Hm.’ Snape lowered his head. ‘And if I told you Draco wants you as well?’
Harry jumped to his feet, still clutching the table. His stomach had turned into a cold, acidic twist. He had never felt so sick or awful in his life, knowing that he had come into the two Slytherins’ relationship, that he had come between them. It wasn’t surprising that Draco had called this situation awful.
‘I… I’m sorry,’ he gasped. ‘I… I will… You’ll want a replacement, of course, I mean, someone to take over my job here, I’ll ask my boss, he won’t be happy but I’m sure we can work something out. But he might want me to stay, he said I had to stay until I was done, but don’t worry, I can keep out of your way, you won’t notice I’m here at all, I’m good at that, I’ll take meals in my room, you really don’t have to see me at all, promise, I-’
Suddenly, Snape was by his side and grabbed his shoulders. ‘Harry,’ he said, interrupting Harry’s babbling, ‘Shut up.’
Harry did, swaying slightly on his feet, eyes squeezed close. He could feel the warmth of Snape’s hands through his t-shirt and smell the faint hint of his aftershave. It felt so good, they had never been so close, and if Harry’s stupid heart weren’t beating so madly in his chest it might be nice even though it shouldn’t be, Harry knew and he felt sorry and awful.
‘Shh, calm down, Harry.’ Snape’s calm, deep voice was oddly soothing, and Harry’s frantic thoughts stopped whirling. ‘Come over here and sit down.’
Harry was lead, half-blind, through the room and sat down on a comfy sofa. Then, something cool and hard was pressed into his hand, and the deep voice said, ‘Drink.’
Harry obeyed and cautiously nipped the strong liquor. It burnt down his oesophagus and warmed his stomach. He began to feel a little bit better and his heart stopped hammering against his ribcage. Settling the glass on one knee, he looked up at Snape, who was standing next to the sofa, watching him with a very thoughtful expression.
‘I-’ Harry began but Snape shook his head sharply.
‘No talking, Potter. Drink.’
Harry thought it wiser to do as he was told. He was sipping again when he heard a soft sound and Snape said, ‘Yes, come in, Draco.’
Harry raised his head again as Draco came in and closed the library door behind him. He stepped further into the room, pale and tense. Harry thought he looked ill. He felt awful for doing this to someone who was a friend.
‘I’m sorry, Draco, I didn’t mean to-’
He was half-way up when Snape’s hand on his shoulder pressed him back down onto the sofa.
‘Shut up, Potter, and drink.’
As Harry lifted the glass back to his lips, the vice-like grip on his shoulder vanished and a hand brushed gently through his hair. Harry choked on his drink and began coughing. Snape patted him several time heartily on the back before he turned to Draco.
‘It’s all right,’ he said, again in this oddly gentle tone. ‘It seems the only difficulty here is that Potter has a problem with the fact that you and I are … together, as he puts it.’
That was so far from being the only difficulty that Harry couldn’t help trying to protest. He opened his mouth, but the in-drawn breath collided with another cough, Harry swallowed the wrong way, and burst into another fit of coughing. Dimly he could hear Draco answer and then Snape’s voice again, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. When he had finally managed to stop coughing and control his breathing, Draco was kneeling in front of him, peering intently up into Harry’s face. That was so astonishing that Harry almost choked on his breath once more.
‘Harry,’ Draco said, a strange sort of urgency in his voice. ‘Please, answer honestly.’
Harry blinked, and then blinked again when Draco laid his hands on Harry’s knees. ‘What…?’
‘Please,’ Draco repeated. ‘Harry, do you want me?’
Harry flushed a deep red and hunched his shoulders in embarrassment. He didn’t want to answer, but Draco’s fingers clenching on his knees made him look at Draco. There was a strange expression of vulnerability and hope in Draco’s eyes, so Harry gathered his courage and softly answered, ‘Yes.’
The smile that lit Draco’s face was so beautiful that Harry thought it was worth all future humiliation. Draco let go of his knees and grabbed his hands, squeezing them tightly.
‘And Severus?’ he asked. ‘Do you want him?’
Harry almost flinched with shock at Draco’s question, and then writhed on the sofa, knowing that the two other men were watching him closely. He felt so confused and mortified and tired of this confusion that he simply nodded, not looking at anyone.
‘Oh, Harry,’ breathed Draco, and then Harry found himself being kissed passionately by the blond.
Stunned, he couldn’t react at all, only sit there motionless and let himself be kissed. Let Draco’s lips brush his and Draco’s tongue tickle the corner of his mouth. Let Draco cup his cheeks and tilt his head and deepen the kiss.
Harry’s mouth opened on its own volition under Draco’s insistent tongue. Harry heard the small moan Draco made when his tongue dipped into Harry’s mouth, and shivered. His hands twitched up to cling to Draco’s shoulders. He rolled his eyes, looking for Snape, wondering frantically what the man thought seeing his partner kiss another man. But he couldn’t see even the tiniest black flash, and then he forgot all about his worries as his body took over.
Weeks of pent up desire and frustration burst free as Harry pulled Draco closer and answered the kiss. Draco pressed even closer, bending Harry backwards until Harry’s back collided with something hard, which barely registered with Harry. All he could focus on was the taste of Draco’s mouth and the shape of his body and the heat of his lips and the firmness of his shoulders and back under Harry’s clutching hands.
Draco moaned again and wriggled against Harry, thrusting and twisting, and then both young men groaned as Draco came to lie between Harry’s legs and their cocks brushed through the layers of clothes separating them.
Harry slid his hands over Draco’s back and dug his fingers into the firm cheeks of Draco’s arse. Draco sighed into Harry’s mouth. They both rolled their hips forward at the same time, and Harry thought he’d die from pleasure.
Suddenly, there was a hand on his right hip that couldn’t be Draco’s and lips brushed wetly over his throat. He gasped, startled, and then became aware that he was leaning back not against the sofa but against another body and that something that could only be a hard prick was pressing deliciously against his buttocks.
Tearing his mouth away from Draco’s, Harry tilted his head and saw the black head of Severus Snape bent over his shoulder. He opened his mouth to say something, protest maybe, but just then he felt teeth replace the lips on his neck. They scraped over his skin, and then Snape bit him. Harry whimpered and writhed, surrounded by gloriously hard bodies.
When he opened his eyes, Draco was smiling at him. His pale cheeks were flushed and his light grey eyes sparkling with happiness and desire. He leant in and ghosted a kiss over Harry’s lips.
‘You can be so dense, Potter,’ he whispered gently.
‘W-what?’
Snape’s hand on Harry’s hip pulled him backwards sharply. Harry gasped. Snape bit him once more, harder this time. Draco’s hips moved in a languid rhythm against Harry, rubbing his cock over Harry’s and pushing Harry back against Snape.
‘Hmmm, I want you,’ Draco breathed in Harry’s ear and licked the shell. ‘I’ve wanted you for so long.’
Harry clung to Draco’s shoulders as if he were in danger of drowning. ‘B-but … you … oh!’
Snape had licked up his neck and bit gently into the lobe of Harry’s other ear.
‘We’ve both wanted you for so long,’ he said softly. His voice made Harry moan.
‘But … But …’
His protest was silenced by Draco’s lips.
‘No buts, Harry,’ Snape growled.
Harry couldn’t say anything in reply as his tongue was busy chasing Draco’s. However, when he felt a hand sneak under his t-shirt and fingers trail over the quivering muscles of his stomach, he pulled back.
‘No,’ he panted. ‘I … but … b-both of you?’
Draco deftly opened Harry’s fly. ‘Hmm, yes. Together.’
Harry blinked up into his face, and then tried to turn to get a look at Snape’s face.
‘Together?’
Snape raised his head and looked straight into Harry’s eyes. Harry’s heart seemed to want to choke him, it was hammering so hard and fast in his throat. There was that look again in Snape’s eyes, and from this close there was no way that Harry could persuade himself that it wasn’t there.
‘Together,’ Snape agreed.
‘That … Is that okay?’ Harry gazed, wide-eyed in surprise, from one to the other.
Draco captured his chin and tilted Harry’s face so he had to look directly into his eyes.
‘We both want you, Harry,’ he said, softly but very seriously. ‘And you want both of us. It’s okay.’
Harry felt a little like crying. ‘I … I didn’t know.’
Draco kissed him again, very gently, and Harry felt Snape’s arms wrap around him.
‘We will make sure that, in future, you know,’ he said against Harry’s ear in that soft, gentle tone he’d used with Draco before.
Harry’s breath hitched on a sob. In future? He tightened his arm around Draco, almost crushing the other young man, and groped for one of Snape’s hands. Finding it, he gripped it as tightly as possible, and Snape - Severus - closed his long fingers around Harry’s just as tightly.
Afterwards, things became a blur of pleasure and overwhelming sensations in Harry’s mind. Draco and Severus were kissing and caressing him, and Harry didn’t even notice they were pulling off his clothes until his naked skin came into touch with the soft plush of the sofa and the slightly more scratchy fabric of Severus’s robes.
He gasped helplessly and tugged on Draco’s shirt, needing to feel bare skin. Draco smirked and quickly pulled his shirt off, but before Harry could do more than run his fingertips over Draco’s shoulders, the other man had slid off the sofa. He knelt down on the floor between Harry’s spread legs and put his hands on Harry’s thighs. After casting a positively wicked grin at Harry, Draco bent down and engulfed Harry’s cock in his warm mouth.
Harry’s head fell back against Severus’s shoulder. His fingers tangled in Draco’s hair and he moaned in helpless bliss as Draco began to expertly suck him off.
Then, he felt Severus shifting ever so slightly behind him, and the next moment, a clever fingertip rubbed gently over his opening. It moved in time with Draco’s bobbing head. Harry’s entire body shook. He felt as if he was about to explode any second.
The lips and teeth were back on his throat, nibbling and kissing their way up and down. With a soft growl, Severus clamped his teeth down on Harry’s shoulder just as Draco swirled his tongue around the head of Harry’s cock. There was a gentle pressure on his balls, sudden suction, and Harry came with a wailing cry.
He was sure he had blacked out for a moment. The next he was aware of was that he was half-lying back against Severus, who was running one hand lightly up and down Harry’s side. Severus was still dressed and his hard cock was still pressing against Harry’s hip. Leaning against Harry on the other side was Draco, head pillowed on Harry’s shoulder. He was, oddly, humming under his breath.
Harry sighed in contentment and managed to lift a shaky hand to run his fingertips through Draco’s hair. Draco raised his head and smiled at Harry, a lazy, satisfied smile. His eyes, however, were still dark with unfulfilled desire.
It was the same, hungry look he had been giving Harry for weeks. A shiver ran through Harry’s recently spent body and the languidness of afterglow vanished with the realisation that Draco and Severus must be just as needy as Harry had been, and they were still unsatisfied.
Harry grabbed a handful of Draco’s hair and pulled him in for a kiss. He could feel Draco’s smile before the other man opened his mouth to kiss Harry back. Harry ran one hand down Draco’s back, revelling in the feeling of firm muscles under Draco’s warm skin. But he didn’t let himself sink into the kiss and with a nip on Draco’s lower lip, he pulled back. Half-turning, Harry looked from Draco to Severus, who was watching them under lowered lashes.
Harry nervously licked his lips. He wanted to kiss Severus, but even though the man had said that he wanted Harry, the concept was just a little bit daunting. Harry bit his lip, hesitating. Severus’s hand on Harry’s hip twitched, and his eyes widened slightly. Harry gathered his courage and leaned in.
For about two seconds, he had control of the kiss. Then he was crushed against Severus’s chest, and the man devoured his mouth. Oh, and Severus could kiss! Even though he’d come shortly before, Harry could feel renewed desire coil in his stomach. He moaned softly, and in answer, Severus bit his lower lip. Hands that Harry recognised as Draco’s ran down Harry’s back. But Harry refused to be the one who was taking again. With an impatient sound, he began tugging on Severus’s robes.
Draco gave a low laugh. He pulled Harry back and then reached around him so that he was able to get hold of the fastening of Severus’s robes.
‘Here, let me help you with that,’ he whispered in Harry’s ear.
Together, they quickly managed to get all buttons open, and then Harry was tugging again. Draco chuckled and tugged, too, and then both Harry and Draco were laughing as they peeled layer after layer off Severus’s body. Severus just rolled his eyes and rescued his wand from a pocket of his robes.
He made a quick flick with it over the sofa, and with a shiver, the sofa enlarged so that all three men could lie side by side easily. Draco, who had been leaning against the back of the sofa, lost balance when it suddenly retreated and toppled down on the now king-sized seat. He squeaked and Harry snorted with laughter, but then it was his turn to make a surprised sound as Draco pulled Severus down and Harry fell on top of him.
For a moment, Harry lay still and simply enjoyed the feeling of Severus’s naked body under his and of Severus’s hard, leaking cock rubbing over his stomach. He sighed and rubbed his cheek over Severus’s chest.
Severus’s hands grabbing his arse and pulling him up so that their cocks slid over each other startled Harry into action again. Severus’s nipples beckoned him. Harry pushed himself slightly up on his arms for a better angle and flicked his tongue over one light-brown nipple. It puckered instantly. Harry smiled and did it again, swirling his tongue around the small bud, and then nipping lightly. Severus moaned and bucked his hips.
Harry kissed his way across Severus’s chest to the other nipple. He pulled on it with his lips, then took it between his teeth and flicked the tip of his tongue over it. Severus arched under him, his hands kneading Harry’s arse. Fingers ran through the crease and teased his opening. It was a moment before Harry realised that it wasn’t Severus who was doing that.
Lifting his head, Harry peered over his shoulder. Draco was kneeling behind him, completely naked now as well. Harry had to swallow at the sight of one shoulder, lightly toned with lean muscles, and the mouth-watering curve of Draco’s hip.
Draco grinned at him and leant forwards for a quick kiss.
‘You’ve done that before, haven’t you?’ he asked as he slid the tip of one finger into Harry’s opening.
Harry bit his lower lip and pushed back. Draco’s finger slid further inside. Severus moaned softly as the motion made Harry’s hardening cock slide over his own.
‘Yeah, done that before,’ Harry answered breathlessly.
‘Hmm, good.’
Harry groaned as Draco began to move his finger, in and out and in again, twisting it slightly inside. When Draco brushed his prostate, pleasure jolted through Harry’s body and filled his cock. Severus sighed appreciatively and began moving his hips rhythmically against Harry. Harry picked up the rhythm, frotting against Severus while Draco opened him. One finger first, then two, slick with lube Draco must have conjured. Then three fingers, and Harry writhed between the deft fingers and Severus’s cock.
Then, suddenly, Severus stilled and grabbed Harry’s arse cheeks tighter, spreading them, and Harry felt the blunt tip of Draco’s cock nudge his entrance. Slowly, it pushed inside. Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on staying relaxed. Draco slid deeper and Harry whimpered at the feeling of being slowly filled, the slight burn of entrance only adding the pleasure.
He could hear Draco gasp and swear softly. Severus murmured encouragements. Draco hissed and, finally, he sunk the last bit in. Harry could feel Draco’s balls rest against his thighs. He moaned and pushed back against Draco.
Draco strangled a groan. He pulled slowly back and then thrust equally slowly back in. Harry whimpered, pushing back encouragingly. Severus gasped, grabbed Harry’s hips and pulled him forwards. Draco moaned and moved, thrusting harder, making both Harry and Severus groan.
They settled easily into a rhythm that started slow and leisurely but proceeded quickly to hard and fast and desperate. Harry clung to Severus as Draco fucked him vigorously, and tried to get enough air into his lungs to keep breathing.
And then Severus stole his breath completely as he tilted his head up and kissed Harry, one hand tangled in Harry’s hair, tilting his head and plundering tongue ravishing Harry’s mouth. Harry’s whole body jolted as he came all over Severus’s stomach and chest. Through the thundering in his ears, he could hear Draco’s shout and felt a wave of liquid heat flood his insides. He shuddered, his orgasm seeming endless, prolonged by Severus’s hot release.
They fell into a sweaty, panting heap onto the enlarged sofa. Draco slid sideways off Harry and pulled Harry with him so that they came to lie next to each other. Harry breathed an exhausted kiss onto Severus’s shoulders and fell asleep.
He woke as a Cleaning Charm tingled over him. Blinking his eyes open, he saw Severus put his wand aside and lie back down. He rolled onto his side so that he faced Harry, and Harry realised that the warmth that was curled around him wasn’t a blanked but Draco. Who was nuzzling the spot under Harry’s ear and, when Harry turned his head slightly, smiled at him.
‘Hey, gorgeous.’
Harry flushed and smiled shyly back, before he looked at Severus. The man was propped up on an elbow and regarded him with an expression that could be called tender.
‘Does that solve your problem, Harry?’
Harry remembered what Severus had said before and flushed a deeper shed of red. He averted his eyes, looking at Severus’s chest instead and at the man’s nipples. With a slight start he noticed there was a hickey next to one. Harry stretched out his hand and touched the little red mark. Severus covered Harry’s hand with his own, and Harry looked back up.
‘Why… why didn’t you tell me?’ His voice sounded rather small. ‘That you wanted me.’
Severus raised one eyebrow, but it was Draco who answered.
‘Well, I thought we were being obvious.’
Harry turned to look at him.
‘You did notice, didn’t you?’
‘Yeah, I…’ Harry shrugged, still embarrassed. ‘I mean, I thought I noticed, but … I thought it couldn’t be, you know, that I was… well, imagining things.’
‘Do you often imagine people flirting with you?’ Severus asked in a non-committal voice.
Harry squirmed a little. ‘N-no. Of course not. It’s just… I wanted it so much…’
Draco sat up, frowning. ‘But why couldn’t you accept that we wanted you, too, then?’
‘Well, you’re together,’ Harry said, a little defensively. Okay, it really sounded stupid, now that he was saying it all out loud. But what else could he have thought?
‘So?’
‘So two are a couple and three is a crowd.’
Draco looked baffled. ‘You’ve never heard of threesomes?’
Harry shrugged. ‘No. That is … There was a couple, once, who asked me if I wanted to join them, but I didn’t. It didn’t seem right. I mean, with more than two.’
Draco shook his head and Harry looked away. Severus cupped his chin, forcing Harry to look up at him.
‘You can be friends with more than one person, Harry,’ he said quietly. ‘Actually, you are friends with more than one person. Why not lovers?’
Harry stared at him. ‘But… But that’s not normal!’
Severus gave a tiny shrug. ‘It’s not done often, but I assure you, if all three people are in agreement, it’s perfectly acceptable. And normal?’ He smirked at Harry. ‘When have you ever been normal? Or Draco and I, for that matter?’
Harry had to grin a little. ‘Well, if you look at it that way…’
‘So you agree?’ Draco asked, eagerly. ‘To be our lover?’
Harry flushed once more but he didn’t feel embarrassed. Happiness filled him, too large to leave room for embarrassment. ‘Yeah.’
The next second, he found himself with an armful of enthusiastic Draco, kissing him. When Draco finally pulled back, Harry reached for Severus and kissed him as well. And when that kiss was over, Draco lunged at Severus over Harry’s body and Harry watched the two men kiss in fascination. It was a lot hotter than in his fevered dreams.
Once they were lying down again, this time all snuggled together, Harry grinned happily.
‘It’s really fortunate,’ he said to no on in particular, ‘that I’m so slow with the work on the library. I suppose I’ll be here for months.’
Draco raised his head and gave Harry a stern look. ‘You don’t think I’ll let you move out again, now that I have you here, do you?’
Harry blushed with happiness and his grin broadened.
‘Oh, in that case I’d probably better tell my boss that there are Dark artefacts here that need constant supervision.’
Draco giggled and Severus lifted both eyebrows.
‘Are there, indeed?’
‘Yup.’
‘So, you are going to stay here to keep an eye on things, are you?’
Harry smiled and reached for Severus’s hand, tangling their fingers. ‘That, and more,’ he said.
Severus squeezed his hand.
And smiled back.
End.
Please, remind me to write a drabble next month.
Author: CiraArana
Rating: NC17
Word Count: ~ 8,900
Prompt: Corn
Warnings: Three men having sex. Harry angsting over relationships. Also not beta’d, so probably rather confused and full of mistakes.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot lines (and even those really belong to Muse). I make no money from this, and mean no offence by any scene depicted within this story.
Summary: When Harry’s boss ordered him to Malfoy Manor to help Draco dispose of Dark artefacts, Harry had thought the job might be, if not enjoyable, at least doable. But these days, Draco doesn’t live alone, and Harry hadn’t expected what living with two Slytherins would be like.
Author's Notes: Written for harrydracosnape's monthly prompt. It was supposed a short, smutty romp in the hay. But it didn’t want to be. Now, it’s a somewhat smutty monster that has precious little to do with corn.
The only sounds were the faint singing of birds, the soft rustling of dry stalks, and his own heartbeat. The sun was warm on his skin, its heat covering him like a warm blanket. The strawy stalks tickled his naked arms and something prickled at his neck.
Harry didn’t move, sunwarmed and languid. He lay with his hands behind his head, legs stretched out. A small smile played over his lips as he let himself sink deeper into the peaceful atmosphere.
He didn’t know how long he had been lying there when a shadow fell on him. He blinked his eyes open. Above him, perched on his hovering broom, was Draco, windswept and scowling.
‘Hm?’ made Harry.
‘Is there a reason why you are here?’ Draco asked in a tightly controlled voice.
Harry blinked. ‘Huh?’
‘Here. Outside of the manor grounds. In a Muggle field.’ Draco sneered. His eyes glittered coldly. ‘It may have escaped your notice, but the charms end at the borders of the grounds. Anybody could see you here! And what would our dear Minister think of Harry Potter getting noticed by Muggles, hm?’
‘Right now, you’re the more conspicuous one here,’ Harry gave back, irritated by Draco’s words. ‘And it may have escaped your notice, but I’m lying in a cornfield and aren’t likely to be seen. And even if someone does, so what? It’s not like I carry a sign around my head saying “Wizard”.’
Draco pressed his lips tightly together as if to suppress the angry words he was about to say. ‘Fine,’ he spat finally. ‘Stay here and let them find you. See if I care!’
He yanked his broom up and flew away.
Harry wrinkled his nose and closed his eyes, trying to regain the wonderful peace from a few moments before and wondering why Draco had been there at all. After all, today was the day Snape was expected to be back from his trip to Croatia, or wherever he had gone for his rare potions ingredient. Harry had decided to not be there when the man returned and give Draco and Snape some time alone together. Besides, he was in no hurry to be in their vicinity. They made him uncomfortable.
Besides, it was all he could do, be somewhere outside for a day. He couldn’t leave the manor. At least, not if he wanted to avoid a pissed off superior and an angry Minister. Harry had been injured during one of his missions and his boss, knowing that Harry wouldn’t remain in bed to rest and heal when sent home on sick leave, had ordered his best man to Malfoy Manor.
‘There are still a lot of Dark artefacts at the manor,’ Harry’s boss had told him. ‘Mr Malfoy has repeatedly asked for an Auror to help in the identification and disposal of those. The library alone!’ The man had shaken his head and smiled at Harry and ordered him to take care of the matter.
So here Harry was, stuck at Malfoy Manor, with a job everyone knew was just a scam to get him the time to heal. It was common knowledge that designing Harry to work his way through a library would take months because he would skive off work more often than not. Months he would need to heal.
In the odd, weak moment, Harry admitted that he needed the time. His body was still recuperating from the internal damage done by too many curses. But he resented being sent here for a fake job that everyone, even Malfoy, knew was fake. Even more he resented not being able to do what he wanted, being weak.
But strangely, he didn’t resent being stuck at Malfoy Manor, in spite of the gloomy predictions Ron had made. He hadn’t even resented it when he had first been ordered here. After all, Harry had managed to get alone with Malfoy over the years since the war, and they had built a solid working relationship on their first, shaky truce.
Therefore, Harry had expected that staying at Malfoy Manor would be, if not comfortable, at least doable. What he hadn’t expected was what living here would be like.
It wasn’t that living with Draco was awful. Rather the opposite. Since Harry had come to live in Draco’s home, they had begun a tentative friendship. The easy camaraderie he had found with Draco amazed Harry, but somehow, somewhere along the way, they had connected, and he found he rather liked being friendly with Draco. And even though the work was dull, Draco’s presence made up for much, and he was always up for an impromptu game of chasing a Snitch. The real problem, or more the origin of the problem, was that Draco didn’t live alone.
It was common knowledge that, these days, Severus Snape lived at Malfoy Manor. And although Harry’s relationship with the man was still difficult and often rather volatile, they could now be in a room together and even hold a conversation without insulting or sniping at each other. So Harry hadn’t expected any problems from this direction, either.
However, what wasn’t generally known - or, perhaps, just generally ignored - was the fact that Draco and Snape were, well, a couple.
It had taken Harry some time to realise it. But then, he wasn’t the quickest when it came to human emotions and the two men weren’t exactly open about it. But Harry had been watching them so closely, and he recognised the way they acted when together: the occasional touches, the way they talked with each other - sometimes in strange half-sentences that seemed to Harry to be an entirely different language - all that screamed they were lovers.
Harry wished it didn’t make him so envious. He never felt like this when he met with Ron and Hermione, and even Ginny and Dean’s obvious happiness together never bothered him. But the intimacy and closeness between Draco and Snape always tied his stomach into a tight, hot knot of painful envy.
Harry knew he wanted that for himself. Someone for his very own, with whom he could talk in half-sentences and who would know, at one glance only, how he felt. But in all of his tentative relationships, no one had ever been what Harry had been looking for. He hadn’t opened himself to any of these people, first women and then, when he had realised what he was missing, men. No one had ever been what he needed. And he had never felt as if he was the one the other needed either.
It had made Harry uncomfortable, that feeling of envy whenever Draco and Snape were together. He wanted to ignore it but apparently his abilities at denial weren’t what they once had been. Seeing the two men together made Harry yearn. He tried to hide it but he could never squash it. And he could never look away.
It didn’t help that, shortly after he realised that Snape and Draco were together, Harry started dreaming. That kind of dreams, first of Draco and then, to his shock, of Snape as well. After a week of constant dreams, Harry had to admit to himself that he was attracted to both Draco and Snape.
Uncomfortable wasn’t even the right word for it. Harry felt awful. He wondered whether it might be a result of the curse damage he had taken. Because being attracted like that to two men, at the same time, just wasn’t right, was it? There was one person at a time one was attracted to, although one might occasionally look at others. But never would one feel the same for this other than what one felt for one’s lover. Right?
It was even worse because the two men he lusted after were together. Harry was disgusted with himself.
But he couldn’t stop watching. It was like a healing wound one probed to see if it hurt still.
The one thing that finally sealed Harry’s intense discomfort in Snape and Draco’s presence, the one thing that made him glad for Snape’s trip and the reason that now kept him outside and away from the manor was that, the longer he stayed, the more he became aware of a certain tension whenever all three of them were together. It wasn’t hostile. Harry would almost call it sexual. And it freaked him out.
He could never tell whether it was really what he thought it was, or whether he just imagined it because he wanted both Draco and Snape so much. He was almost sure he imagined it, because there could be no other explanation. After all, Draco and Snape were together. Why would he feel sexual tension when together with them if it wasn’t his own, suppressed desire?
But then, he would catch Snape’s or Draco’s eyes and there was something in the way they looked at him, something hungry and wanting. It made Harry’s spine shiver and his groin tingle.
It made him even more nervous and more deeply uncomfortable. Because he had to be imagining things. And just when he had convinced himself, as reluctant as he was, he would notice Snape looking at him and think he saw open desire in the man’s eyes.
He was helpless in his reaction to it.
His dreams at night became of a more fevered intensity and his day-time loathing became even worse. Here he was, lusting after Snape and Snape was looking in open lust at Harry, with the man under whose roof they both lived directly next to them! The same man with whom Harry was slowly building a friendship. And also the other man Harry felt attracted to.
Harry swore he had never in his life felt so confused and unhappy. Not even when he had been trying to date Cho.
And he had been only fifteen then, and a hormonal teenager with a Dark-Lord problem.
He had felt incredibly relieved the day Snape had left for Slovenia, knowing he’d be away for several days. Harry had hoped that during these days he might be able to find some balance, sort out his emotions and get himself under control. And while it had admittedly been easier without Snape around, without the dark temptation the man represented, all Harry had done was fall more completely for Draco.
Snape’s absence hadn’t helped at all, and now the man was expected back and Harry was, more than ever, torn. Just thinking about the whole situation made him restless, making the stalks around him rustle ceaselessly.
To make matters worse, he still had to make his way halfway through the library. He could remain stuck here for months! Harry groaned and flung one arm over his eyes at the idea.
When his arm touched his nose, Harry noticed his skin felt a little tender. He wrinkled his nose and the skin stung. Harry groaned. Burnt. He’d better go inside and find some potion.
With a reluctant sigh, Harry sat up and peered over the swaying ears, looking around to see if anyone was near. But all he saw was more ripening corn, the trees that lined the field and the hedge around the manor grounds. So he got to his feet, picked up his broom that had been lying next to him, hopped onto it and leisurely drifted towards the manor. He really wasn’t looking forward to being back inside with the two Slytherins.
Plus, he had pissed off Draco earlier, he remembered ruefully. That would make things even more awkward.
Harry landed on the lawn just down from the large terrace behind the sprawling mansion. For a moment, he simply stood there and glanced up the stone steps that lead to the terrace, but then he took a deep breath and resolutely climbed upwards. Procrastinating wouldn’t change the situation or make anything easier.
As he crossed the terrace towards one of the side-doors, he was suddenly startled by Draco’s voice, raised to a half-scream.
‘-and it’s driving me crazy!’
Harry froze in his steps and looked around. He’d just noticed the half-open French window that led to the drawing room that had once been Narcissa Malfoy’s domain when he heard Snape’s dry answer.
‘Yes, I can see that.’ The man’s deep, soft voice sent a shiver down Harry’s spine.
‘Severus…’
‘Draco.’ There was a short silence. Then Snape went on, in a gentler tone than Harry had never heard from him before, ‘Come here, Draco.’
There was the sound of steps, and then Harry heard Draco sigh.
Heart beating madly, fingers clenched around his broom, Harry told himself to leave. Move and go inside to put his broom away or move to the window and join the two men in the drawing room, but not just stand here and listen. But before he had decided what to do, Draco spoke again, and the tone of his voice rooted Harry to the spot.
‘It’s just … I can’t stand it anymore, Severus. This whole situation … it’s awful. I don’t know what to do.’ He sounded tired and despairing. Harry felt himself go cold inside.
‘While I wouldn’t go so far as to call the situation “awful” I certainly agree that matters can’t continue like this,’ Severus said calmly.
Draco snorted. ‘It’s awful, Severus, believe me. You just haven’t been here for a couple of days.’
Harry almost dropped his broom, he was trembling so hard.
‘My absence has nothing to do with my diction, Draco. And I don’t see how it matters what description I would use when we have already agreed to change the present situation.’
‘Yes, but how?’ Draco all but wailed. ‘It’s not as if I could write him a letter, with him living in the same house.’
‘A letter,’ Severus repeated slowly. ‘Have you thought about talking to him?’
‘Talk to him?’ Draco sounded incredulous. ‘Oh, yes, it would go over so well if I walked up to him and … No, Severus. I can’t. I … I’d say something stupid and he’d get it wrong and then …’
‘Do you want me to talk to him?’
At this point, Harry finally regained control of his body and he almost ran across the terrace and inside the house. Panting and trembling, he went to deposit his broom in a cupboard in the Broom Room, as Draco had laughingly called the small chamber where lockable broom cupboards - custom made, of course - lined every single wall. Tapping his wand to the lock, Harry opened his cabinet and safely put his broom inside before charming the door close.
Then he simply stood there, head leaned against the smooth wood of the cabinet, and tried to control his breathing.
It was true, listeners heard no good of themselves. But Harry had thought he and Draco had become friends. He certainly had felt that way about the other man, and not once so far had Draco even hinted that he resented Harry’s presence in his home. And Draco wasn’t the kind of person who suffered quietly. If he’d wanted Harry gone, he’d have said so.
Wouldn’t he?
Harry had thought so, and once he had got his whirling thoughts under control he still thought so. Besides, hadn’t Harry’s boss said that Draco had asked for Auror help in disposing of all of the Dark artefacts in his home? Of course, the boss could have whitewashed the matter but still, Draco hadn’t once protested.
But that didn’t make it better. Harry agreed with Draco; this was awful! Because if Draco hadn’t been talking about Harry’s presence in the house… He must have noticed Harry’s attraction to both him and his partner. Harry winced with shame when he thought about how disgusted Draco must be. And how unbearable he must think the situation, knowing that his guest lusted after him and his lover!
Harry bit his lip to stop himself from whimpering. Draco must be mortified to have attracted unwanted desire - Harry certainly always was - and from a guest in his house to boot! Someone to whom he had to be at least polite. Worse, someone he couldn’t simply ask to leave because the Minister himself had deposited this guest in Draco’s home. Worse still, someone he couldn’t get rid of who also appeared to be disrupting his relationship!
Awful was putting it nicely, thought Harry.
The soft sound of the dinner gong interrupted his horrified thoughts. Harry raised his head from the cupboard, blinking in surprise. Was it dinnertime already? He didn’t wear a watch, so he had no idea how late it was.
Not that it mattered. He didn’t feel hungry. Rather the opposite, he felt distinctly queasy, and the thought of eating something made him sick. Besides, he just couldn’t walk into the dining room and sit down with his hosts. He couldn’t face them, not now. Preferably not ever again. But that was over-dramatic, and Harry knew it. He’d see them again and he wouldn’t show he had overheard them and it would be fine. Right now, however, he couldn’t face them and needed to be alone.
Quickly, Harry slipped out of the small room and through the corridors towards the library. He’d look up some skin care potion for his sunburnt nose, he decided. There had to be a book. Besides, the library was nice and quiet and they probably wouldn’t look for him there.
Harry made it into the library undetected, and after some search he even found a book whose title sounded like he could find the recipe for a sunburn potion inside. He was leafing through the large, thick tome when the door opened quietly behind him. Harry had just time to freeze in his motions before, with a soft rustle, Snape sat down opposite him.
Harry felt like a rabbit in front of the snake as he looked over the gleaming surface of the large, round table that was his work-station at Snape’s unreadable face. So Snape had come to talk to him, hadn’t he? In an attempt to have at least some control of the situation and to appear calm, Harry forced an apologetic smile and said, ‘Sorry, I’m not hungry. Have you been sent to look for me?’
Snape tilted his head. ‘I came to look for you, yes.’
Harry didn’t leave him the time to say anything more. ‘Oh, that’s nice, but, you see, I’m really not hungry. ‘Sides, I’m looking for a potion for sunburn. Seems I got my nose burnt today. You couldn’t give me a few pointers, couldn’t you?’
He winced inwardly at his babbling and hoped he didn’t sound as desperate as he thought he did.
It seemed his hope was in vain, for Snape gave him an odd look. But he didn’t remark on it and merely said, ‘I haven’t come to remind you of dinner.’
Harry blinked and tried to think of something else to say to prevent Snape from talking to him about the awfulness of the situation. He felt too shaky inside still and didn’t know what he’d say or do if Snape tried to talk about Harry’s attraction to him.
Snape surprised him again by saying something unexpected.
‘A simple aloe tincture should be enough for your nose. It is not badly burnt. I would advise, however, that in future you use a protection potion before you loll around in a cornfield all day.’
‘Yeah, well, it’s not as if I’d meant to get sunburnt,’ Harry said defensively. ‘And I wasn’t lolling around all day, I meant to fly and just … How do you know, anyway? Has Draco-?’
‘He told me he found you in a cornfield, yes,’ Snape answered before Harry had even finished the question.
Momentarily diverted, Harry frowned. ‘Did he complain to you?’
Snape raised one eyebrow. ‘He certainly wasn’t happy to find you out of the grounds.’
Harry snorted. ‘Oh, yeah. And in a Muggle field, too! How horrible. I might have been seen! As if being seen by Muggles would infect me, or something. Besides, he was the one who was hovering over that field on a broomstick, not me. All I was doing was lying in a cornfield, for heaven’s sake. No need to rip into me,’ he finished with a huff.
Severus had listened to his small rant in silence and now said quietly, ‘He was worried about you.’
That was definitely the last thing Harry had expected to hear. Especially considering what he’d overheard earlier. This time not faking surprise, he said, ‘Worried? About me? W-why?’
The eyebrow rose again. ‘He told me he had been looking for you for some time. Apparently you had forgotten to tell him you would be out flying.’
Harry flushed guiltily. ‘Um, yeah, thought I’d be away when you came back,’ he mumbled, looking down at the book in front of him. ‘Give you two some time alone.’
‘A laudable decision, certainly,’ Snape said dryly, ‘but in this case I daresay Draco would have been happier if you had remained inside, if not of the house then at least inside of the grounds.’
Harry shook his head. ‘What, because of the almost non-existence chance that I might be seen by Muggles?’ Snape gave him an incredulous look and Harry bristled. ‘What?’
‘Are you really this unaware of the situation?’ Snape asked in his best “Potter, you unmitigated moron”-tone.
Harry felt suddenly breathless with apprehension. ‘What situation?’
Snape abruptly leant forward to glare at Harry. ‘That you might be in danger from those who wounded you last time!’
Harry, taken aback, could only stare back.
Snape shook his head. ‘Have you really been unaware that the group of rogue wizards that you hunted has not been captured completely? That there are a few who managed to dodge the Aurors and have now sworn revenge?’ He snorted in disgust at Harry’s slack-jawed surprise. ‘You have been here long enough for people to know where to look for you. Draco wasn’t worried about Muggles seeing you. He was worried about these wizards seeing you and, with you being outside of the Manor’s wards, being able to attack and kill you.’
He didn’t add you idiot, but it was clearly implied.
Harry could only blink at Snape for several seconds. He was in danger? Why had nobody told him that some of the rogue wizards had escaped? Draco had been worried about him? His boss must have not told him on purpose, knowing that Harry would never stay home if he knew that the job had been botched. Had Draco known? Had this been the reason why Harry had been sent to Malfoy Manor, because of its protective wards? But the boss had said Draco had asked for help. Had this been made up? Had Draco offered to take Harry in?
‘So that’s why I’m here,’ he finally said. ‘Not because Draco needs help with his Dark artefacts but because the manor is safe. And they couldn’t let me stay in Grimmauld Place because there was no one there to keep an eye on me!’
Anger bubbled inside of Harry. He’d thought he and Draco had become friends, but Draco had only been his warder!
Snape must have guessed what was going on inside of him (not a surprise, given that Harry had never learnt to close his mind to Snape’s Legilimency). He shook his head and gave Harry a smile that made him forget his anger immediately.
‘Oh, I daresay Draco had his own reasons for reminding your esteemed superior of his request for Auror help,’ Snape all but purred. Harry’s cock twitched in response to the auditory caress, and he had to struggle to suppress a moan as Snape lowered his lashes and added softly, ‘And for your information, Draco and I both like to be having an eye on you. We’d like it even better to have more than our eyes on you.’
Harry almost choked on his own breath. There is was again. That look in Snape’s eyes. But Harry had to be imagining it! Hadn’t Snape agreed with Draco earlier? He couldn’t be looking at Harry that way. He couldn’t have meant what he’d said either, not the way Harry had understood him.
Or, perhaps, this was Snape rectifying the situation. Was he trying to provoke Harry into doing something, admitting his attraction so that the two Slytherins had a reason to throw him out? Or was this meant to be his punishment, this teasing, more blatant than Snape had ever been before? He would be teased and then denied what had seemed to be promised?
Harry stared down at his hands, clenched on top of the open book, and decided the best thing he could do was to ignore the look and the words. He made a concentrated effort to relax and then looked up at Snape with a shaky, rueful smile.
‘So, um, Draco knew about the escaped rogues, then?’ he said, not meeting the other man’s eyes. ‘I … I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I’m sorry to have worried Draco. I only meant to, well, be out of your hair for some time.’
He saw Snape frown.
‘Of course Draco and I knew,’ Snape said, sounding angry. ‘Your boss thought it better to inform us of possible danger. He also promised to let us know the moment the last escapees had been captured. So far, we have only received notes informing us about the ongoing investigation. The rogues are still out there, Potter, and it seems they are still after you.’
‘Well, I didn’t know!’ Harry cried. ‘All he told me was that Draco had asked for help with his Dark artefacts and the library, and that I was to take care of the problem. He never said one word to me about the result of my last mission!’
Harry’s fists were clenched again, this time in anger. He felt betrayed and patronised in the same irritating, awful way Dumbledore had patronised him by not telling him everything that concerned him.
‘Why the fuck do people always seem to think they’ve got to keep things concerning me secret from me!’ he shouted and slammed his fists on the book.
‘Your track record isn’t exactly the best there, Potter.’ Harry glared at Snape, who shrugged and added, ‘You’re not exactly known for obeying the order to stay put whenever you think something concerns you.’
Harry wanted to snarl at Snape, or punch his nose. The fact that the man was right didn’t make the situation any better.
‘Well, fuck,’ he finally said after several tense minutes he’d spent glaring at Snape. ‘I’d still have liked to know. Besides, not telling me everything doesn’t exactly work well either, does it?’
Snape’s lips twitched into what could have been a hastily suppressed, resigned smile. ‘No, Potter, it doesn’t. You’re a walking menace either way.’
For some reason, that not-quite-smile cheered Harry immensely, and he grinned broadly.
‘Hey, one more reason to let me loose,’ he joked. ‘If I’m a menace either way I should be menace enough to get the evil guys!’
That made Snape pinch his nose in such exaggerated despair that Harry laughed out loud. ‘Well, alternatively, you can of course always tell me everything and then tie me up. That should make me stay put.’
Snape’s reaction wasn’t quite what Harry had wanted to achieve. He eyed Harry speculatively, a strange gleam in his dark eyes.
‘Tie you up,’ he repeated slowly, thoughtfully. ‘Ah, now, that is an idea.’
Harry flushed in embarrassment and anger with himself. He had practically provoked that comment, and although he doubted Snape meant it that way, his imagination supplied some images he’d rather not have in Snape’s company. His cock was half-way to rock hard, and Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Snape’s raised eyebrows and smirk made him blush harder.
‘Something the matter, Potter?’ Snape asked, still smirking broadly.
‘Uh, um … n-no,’ Harry stammered and frantically tried to think of something innocent to say. It was proof to the state his mind was in when all he could come up with was, ‘So, um, did you get what you want?’
Snape’s eyebrows climbed even higher and he looked surprised. But only for a moment, and then he gave Harry this slow, languid smile again that made Harry’s brain melt.
‘No.’
It took a couple of seconds before the answer registered but its unexpectedness helped Harry to stop the melting process.
‘Oh?’ He blinked. ‘You didn’t? Well, that’s a bother. And you went all the way to Slovakia for it. Could the apothecary who wrote to you not find it anymore or what was the problem?’
‘Oh, you were talking about the Basilius powder.’ Snape leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms in front of his chest. He gave Harry a very strange, sharp look. ‘No, I got that. And it was Syria, you ignoramus.’
Harry frowned in confusion. ‘Yes, of course that’s what I was talking about. What did you think I was talking about?’
‘Quite obviously something else.’
Harry sighed and rubbed his face with his hands. Suddenly, he felt very tired. He didn’t care anymore what Snape was trying to achieve, here. All he wanted was to know where he stood and what was going on.
‘Look, Snape,’ he said and let his hands fall into his lap. ‘I don’t have the foggiest what you were talking about. So just assume I am the total idiot you always say that I am and tell me, in easy words, what it is that you want from me, okay?’
Snape considered him for a moment.
‘You.’
Again, it took Harry a couple of seconds before he understood the answer. And when he did, he felt like someone had Stunned him.
‘H-huh? W-what?’
His voice sounded ridiculously squeaky. Snape seemed to think so, too, as he smirked at Harry.
‘I want you,’ he repeated calmly.
‘But… but…’ Harry shook his head, trembling, torn between hysterical laughter and utter despair. ‘But you can’t! I… No. I mean… What… What about Draco?’
‘What about him?’
Harry gripped the table tightly. ‘But you’re together!’ he all but screamed. ‘Aren’t you?’
‘Hm.’ Snape lowered his head. ‘And if I told you Draco wants you as well?’
Harry jumped to his feet, still clutching the table. His stomach had turned into a cold, acidic twist. He had never felt so sick or awful in his life, knowing that he had come into the two Slytherins’ relationship, that he had come between them. It wasn’t surprising that Draco had called this situation awful.
‘I… I’m sorry,’ he gasped. ‘I… I will… You’ll want a replacement, of course, I mean, someone to take over my job here, I’ll ask my boss, he won’t be happy but I’m sure we can work something out. But he might want me to stay, he said I had to stay until I was done, but don’t worry, I can keep out of your way, you won’t notice I’m here at all, I’m good at that, I’ll take meals in my room, you really don’t have to see me at all, promise, I-’
Suddenly, Snape was by his side and grabbed his shoulders. ‘Harry,’ he said, interrupting Harry’s babbling, ‘Shut up.’
Harry did, swaying slightly on his feet, eyes squeezed close. He could feel the warmth of Snape’s hands through his t-shirt and smell the faint hint of his aftershave. It felt so good, they had never been so close, and if Harry’s stupid heart weren’t beating so madly in his chest it might be nice even though it shouldn’t be, Harry knew and he felt sorry and awful.
‘Shh, calm down, Harry.’ Snape’s calm, deep voice was oddly soothing, and Harry’s frantic thoughts stopped whirling. ‘Come over here and sit down.’
Harry was lead, half-blind, through the room and sat down on a comfy sofa. Then, something cool and hard was pressed into his hand, and the deep voice said, ‘Drink.’
Harry obeyed and cautiously nipped the strong liquor. It burnt down his oesophagus and warmed his stomach. He began to feel a little bit better and his heart stopped hammering against his ribcage. Settling the glass on one knee, he looked up at Snape, who was standing next to the sofa, watching him with a very thoughtful expression.
‘I-’ Harry began but Snape shook his head sharply.
‘No talking, Potter. Drink.’
Harry thought it wiser to do as he was told. He was sipping again when he heard a soft sound and Snape said, ‘Yes, come in, Draco.’
Harry raised his head again as Draco came in and closed the library door behind him. He stepped further into the room, pale and tense. Harry thought he looked ill. He felt awful for doing this to someone who was a friend.
‘I’m sorry, Draco, I didn’t mean to-’
He was half-way up when Snape’s hand on his shoulder pressed him back down onto the sofa.
‘Shut up, Potter, and drink.’
As Harry lifted the glass back to his lips, the vice-like grip on his shoulder vanished and a hand brushed gently through his hair. Harry choked on his drink and began coughing. Snape patted him several time heartily on the back before he turned to Draco.
‘It’s all right,’ he said, again in this oddly gentle tone. ‘It seems the only difficulty here is that Potter has a problem with the fact that you and I are … together, as he puts it.’
That was so far from being the only difficulty that Harry couldn’t help trying to protest. He opened his mouth, but the in-drawn breath collided with another cough, Harry swallowed the wrong way, and burst into another fit of coughing. Dimly he could hear Draco answer and then Snape’s voice again, but he couldn’t understand what they were saying. When he had finally managed to stop coughing and control his breathing, Draco was kneeling in front of him, peering intently up into Harry’s face. That was so astonishing that Harry almost choked on his breath once more.
‘Harry,’ Draco said, a strange sort of urgency in his voice. ‘Please, answer honestly.’
Harry blinked, and then blinked again when Draco laid his hands on Harry’s knees. ‘What…?’
‘Please,’ Draco repeated. ‘Harry, do you want me?’
Harry flushed a deep red and hunched his shoulders in embarrassment. He didn’t want to answer, but Draco’s fingers clenching on his knees made him look at Draco. There was a strange expression of vulnerability and hope in Draco’s eyes, so Harry gathered his courage and softly answered, ‘Yes.’
The smile that lit Draco’s face was so beautiful that Harry thought it was worth all future humiliation. Draco let go of his knees and grabbed his hands, squeezing them tightly.
‘And Severus?’ he asked. ‘Do you want him?’
Harry almost flinched with shock at Draco’s question, and then writhed on the sofa, knowing that the two other men were watching him closely. He felt so confused and mortified and tired of this confusion that he simply nodded, not looking at anyone.
‘Oh, Harry,’ breathed Draco, and then Harry found himself being kissed passionately by the blond.
Stunned, he couldn’t react at all, only sit there motionless and let himself be kissed. Let Draco’s lips brush his and Draco’s tongue tickle the corner of his mouth. Let Draco cup his cheeks and tilt his head and deepen the kiss.
Harry’s mouth opened on its own volition under Draco’s insistent tongue. Harry heard the small moan Draco made when his tongue dipped into Harry’s mouth, and shivered. His hands twitched up to cling to Draco’s shoulders. He rolled his eyes, looking for Snape, wondering frantically what the man thought seeing his partner kiss another man. But he couldn’t see even the tiniest black flash, and then he forgot all about his worries as his body took over.
Weeks of pent up desire and frustration burst free as Harry pulled Draco closer and answered the kiss. Draco pressed even closer, bending Harry backwards until Harry’s back collided with something hard, which barely registered with Harry. All he could focus on was the taste of Draco’s mouth and the shape of his body and the heat of his lips and the firmness of his shoulders and back under Harry’s clutching hands.
Draco moaned again and wriggled against Harry, thrusting and twisting, and then both young men groaned as Draco came to lie between Harry’s legs and their cocks brushed through the layers of clothes separating them.
Harry slid his hands over Draco’s back and dug his fingers into the firm cheeks of Draco’s arse. Draco sighed into Harry’s mouth. They both rolled their hips forward at the same time, and Harry thought he’d die from pleasure.
Suddenly, there was a hand on his right hip that couldn’t be Draco’s and lips brushed wetly over his throat. He gasped, startled, and then became aware that he was leaning back not against the sofa but against another body and that something that could only be a hard prick was pressing deliciously against his buttocks.
Tearing his mouth away from Draco’s, Harry tilted his head and saw the black head of Severus Snape bent over his shoulder. He opened his mouth to say something, protest maybe, but just then he felt teeth replace the lips on his neck. They scraped over his skin, and then Snape bit him. Harry whimpered and writhed, surrounded by gloriously hard bodies.
When he opened his eyes, Draco was smiling at him. His pale cheeks were flushed and his light grey eyes sparkling with happiness and desire. He leant in and ghosted a kiss over Harry’s lips.
‘You can be so dense, Potter,’ he whispered gently.
‘W-what?’
Snape’s hand on Harry’s hip pulled him backwards sharply. Harry gasped. Snape bit him once more, harder this time. Draco’s hips moved in a languid rhythm against Harry, rubbing his cock over Harry’s and pushing Harry back against Snape.
‘Hmmm, I want you,’ Draco breathed in Harry’s ear and licked the shell. ‘I’ve wanted you for so long.’
Harry clung to Draco’s shoulders as if he were in danger of drowning. ‘B-but … you … oh!’
Snape had licked up his neck and bit gently into the lobe of Harry’s other ear.
‘We’ve both wanted you for so long,’ he said softly. His voice made Harry moan.
‘But … But …’
His protest was silenced by Draco’s lips.
‘No buts, Harry,’ Snape growled.
Harry couldn’t say anything in reply as his tongue was busy chasing Draco’s. However, when he felt a hand sneak under his t-shirt and fingers trail over the quivering muscles of his stomach, he pulled back.
‘No,’ he panted. ‘I … but … b-both of you?’
Draco deftly opened Harry’s fly. ‘Hmm, yes. Together.’
Harry blinked up into his face, and then tried to turn to get a look at Snape’s face.
‘Together?’
Snape raised his head and looked straight into Harry’s eyes. Harry’s heart seemed to want to choke him, it was hammering so hard and fast in his throat. There was that look again in Snape’s eyes, and from this close there was no way that Harry could persuade himself that it wasn’t there.
‘Together,’ Snape agreed.
‘That … Is that okay?’ Harry gazed, wide-eyed in surprise, from one to the other.
Draco captured his chin and tilted Harry’s face so he had to look directly into his eyes.
‘We both want you, Harry,’ he said, softly but very seriously. ‘And you want both of us. It’s okay.’
Harry felt a little like crying. ‘I … I didn’t know.’
Draco kissed him again, very gently, and Harry felt Snape’s arms wrap around him.
‘We will make sure that, in future, you know,’ he said against Harry’s ear in that soft, gentle tone he’d used with Draco before.
Harry’s breath hitched on a sob. In future? He tightened his arm around Draco, almost crushing the other young man, and groped for one of Snape’s hands. Finding it, he gripped it as tightly as possible, and Snape - Severus - closed his long fingers around Harry’s just as tightly.
Afterwards, things became a blur of pleasure and overwhelming sensations in Harry’s mind. Draco and Severus were kissing and caressing him, and Harry didn’t even notice they were pulling off his clothes until his naked skin came into touch with the soft plush of the sofa and the slightly more scratchy fabric of Severus’s robes.
He gasped helplessly and tugged on Draco’s shirt, needing to feel bare skin. Draco smirked and quickly pulled his shirt off, but before Harry could do more than run his fingertips over Draco’s shoulders, the other man had slid off the sofa. He knelt down on the floor between Harry’s spread legs and put his hands on Harry’s thighs. After casting a positively wicked grin at Harry, Draco bent down and engulfed Harry’s cock in his warm mouth.
Harry’s head fell back against Severus’s shoulder. His fingers tangled in Draco’s hair and he moaned in helpless bliss as Draco began to expertly suck him off.
Then, he felt Severus shifting ever so slightly behind him, and the next moment, a clever fingertip rubbed gently over his opening. It moved in time with Draco’s bobbing head. Harry’s entire body shook. He felt as if he was about to explode any second.
The lips and teeth were back on his throat, nibbling and kissing their way up and down. With a soft growl, Severus clamped his teeth down on Harry’s shoulder just as Draco swirled his tongue around the head of Harry’s cock. There was a gentle pressure on his balls, sudden suction, and Harry came with a wailing cry.
He was sure he had blacked out for a moment. The next he was aware of was that he was half-lying back against Severus, who was running one hand lightly up and down Harry’s side. Severus was still dressed and his hard cock was still pressing against Harry’s hip. Leaning against Harry on the other side was Draco, head pillowed on Harry’s shoulder. He was, oddly, humming under his breath.
Harry sighed in contentment and managed to lift a shaky hand to run his fingertips through Draco’s hair. Draco raised his head and smiled at Harry, a lazy, satisfied smile. His eyes, however, were still dark with unfulfilled desire.
It was the same, hungry look he had been giving Harry for weeks. A shiver ran through Harry’s recently spent body and the languidness of afterglow vanished with the realisation that Draco and Severus must be just as needy as Harry had been, and they were still unsatisfied.
Harry grabbed a handful of Draco’s hair and pulled him in for a kiss. He could feel Draco’s smile before the other man opened his mouth to kiss Harry back. Harry ran one hand down Draco’s back, revelling in the feeling of firm muscles under Draco’s warm skin. But he didn’t let himself sink into the kiss and with a nip on Draco’s lower lip, he pulled back. Half-turning, Harry looked from Draco to Severus, who was watching them under lowered lashes.
Harry nervously licked his lips. He wanted to kiss Severus, but even though the man had said that he wanted Harry, the concept was just a little bit daunting. Harry bit his lip, hesitating. Severus’s hand on Harry’s hip twitched, and his eyes widened slightly. Harry gathered his courage and leaned in.
For about two seconds, he had control of the kiss. Then he was crushed against Severus’s chest, and the man devoured his mouth. Oh, and Severus could kiss! Even though he’d come shortly before, Harry could feel renewed desire coil in his stomach. He moaned softly, and in answer, Severus bit his lower lip. Hands that Harry recognised as Draco’s ran down Harry’s back. But Harry refused to be the one who was taking again. With an impatient sound, he began tugging on Severus’s robes.
Draco gave a low laugh. He pulled Harry back and then reached around him so that he was able to get hold of the fastening of Severus’s robes.
‘Here, let me help you with that,’ he whispered in Harry’s ear.
Together, they quickly managed to get all buttons open, and then Harry was tugging again. Draco chuckled and tugged, too, and then both Harry and Draco were laughing as they peeled layer after layer off Severus’s body. Severus just rolled his eyes and rescued his wand from a pocket of his robes.
He made a quick flick with it over the sofa, and with a shiver, the sofa enlarged so that all three men could lie side by side easily. Draco, who had been leaning against the back of the sofa, lost balance when it suddenly retreated and toppled down on the now king-sized seat. He squeaked and Harry snorted with laughter, but then it was his turn to make a surprised sound as Draco pulled Severus down and Harry fell on top of him.
For a moment, Harry lay still and simply enjoyed the feeling of Severus’s naked body under his and of Severus’s hard, leaking cock rubbing over his stomach. He sighed and rubbed his cheek over Severus’s chest.
Severus’s hands grabbing his arse and pulling him up so that their cocks slid over each other startled Harry into action again. Severus’s nipples beckoned him. Harry pushed himself slightly up on his arms for a better angle and flicked his tongue over one light-brown nipple. It puckered instantly. Harry smiled and did it again, swirling his tongue around the small bud, and then nipping lightly. Severus moaned and bucked his hips.
Harry kissed his way across Severus’s chest to the other nipple. He pulled on it with his lips, then took it between his teeth and flicked the tip of his tongue over it. Severus arched under him, his hands kneading Harry’s arse. Fingers ran through the crease and teased his opening. It was a moment before Harry realised that it wasn’t Severus who was doing that.
Lifting his head, Harry peered over his shoulder. Draco was kneeling behind him, completely naked now as well. Harry had to swallow at the sight of one shoulder, lightly toned with lean muscles, and the mouth-watering curve of Draco’s hip.
Draco grinned at him and leant forwards for a quick kiss.
‘You’ve done that before, haven’t you?’ he asked as he slid the tip of one finger into Harry’s opening.
Harry bit his lower lip and pushed back. Draco’s finger slid further inside. Severus moaned softly as the motion made Harry’s hardening cock slide over his own.
‘Yeah, done that before,’ Harry answered breathlessly.
‘Hmm, good.’
Harry groaned as Draco began to move his finger, in and out and in again, twisting it slightly inside. When Draco brushed his prostate, pleasure jolted through Harry’s body and filled his cock. Severus sighed appreciatively and began moving his hips rhythmically against Harry. Harry picked up the rhythm, frotting against Severus while Draco opened him. One finger first, then two, slick with lube Draco must have conjured. Then three fingers, and Harry writhed between the deft fingers and Severus’s cock.
Then, suddenly, Severus stilled and grabbed Harry’s arse cheeks tighter, spreading them, and Harry felt the blunt tip of Draco’s cock nudge his entrance. Slowly, it pushed inside. Harry closed his eyes, concentrating on staying relaxed. Draco slid deeper and Harry whimpered at the feeling of being slowly filled, the slight burn of entrance only adding the pleasure.
He could hear Draco gasp and swear softly. Severus murmured encouragements. Draco hissed and, finally, he sunk the last bit in. Harry could feel Draco’s balls rest against his thighs. He moaned and pushed back against Draco.
Draco strangled a groan. He pulled slowly back and then thrust equally slowly back in. Harry whimpered, pushing back encouragingly. Severus gasped, grabbed Harry’s hips and pulled him forwards. Draco moaned and moved, thrusting harder, making both Harry and Severus groan.
They settled easily into a rhythm that started slow and leisurely but proceeded quickly to hard and fast and desperate. Harry clung to Severus as Draco fucked him vigorously, and tried to get enough air into his lungs to keep breathing.
And then Severus stole his breath completely as he tilted his head up and kissed Harry, one hand tangled in Harry’s hair, tilting his head and plundering tongue ravishing Harry’s mouth. Harry’s whole body jolted as he came all over Severus’s stomach and chest. Through the thundering in his ears, he could hear Draco’s shout and felt a wave of liquid heat flood his insides. He shuddered, his orgasm seeming endless, prolonged by Severus’s hot release.
They fell into a sweaty, panting heap onto the enlarged sofa. Draco slid sideways off Harry and pulled Harry with him so that they came to lie next to each other. Harry breathed an exhausted kiss onto Severus’s shoulders and fell asleep.
He woke as a Cleaning Charm tingled over him. Blinking his eyes open, he saw Severus put his wand aside and lie back down. He rolled onto his side so that he faced Harry, and Harry realised that the warmth that was curled around him wasn’t a blanked but Draco. Who was nuzzling the spot under Harry’s ear and, when Harry turned his head slightly, smiled at him.
‘Hey, gorgeous.’
Harry flushed and smiled shyly back, before he looked at Severus. The man was propped up on an elbow and regarded him with an expression that could be called tender.
‘Does that solve your problem, Harry?’
Harry remembered what Severus had said before and flushed a deeper shed of red. He averted his eyes, looking at Severus’s chest instead and at the man’s nipples. With a slight start he noticed there was a hickey next to one. Harry stretched out his hand and touched the little red mark. Severus covered Harry’s hand with his own, and Harry looked back up.
‘Why… why didn’t you tell me?’ His voice sounded rather small. ‘That you wanted me.’
Severus raised one eyebrow, but it was Draco who answered.
‘Well, I thought we were being obvious.’
Harry turned to look at him.
‘You did notice, didn’t you?’
‘Yeah, I…’ Harry shrugged, still embarrassed. ‘I mean, I thought I noticed, but … I thought it couldn’t be, you know, that I was… well, imagining things.’
‘Do you often imagine people flirting with you?’ Severus asked in a non-committal voice.
Harry squirmed a little. ‘N-no. Of course not. It’s just… I wanted it so much…’
Draco sat up, frowning. ‘But why couldn’t you accept that we wanted you, too, then?’
‘Well, you’re together,’ Harry said, a little defensively. Okay, it really sounded stupid, now that he was saying it all out loud. But what else could he have thought?
‘So?’
‘So two are a couple and three is a crowd.’
Draco looked baffled. ‘You’ve never heard of threesomes?’
Harry shrugged. ‘No. That is … There was a couple, once, who asked me if I wanted to join them, but I didn’t. It didn’t seem right. I mean, with more than two.’
Draco shook his head and Harry looked away. Severus cupped his chin, forcing Harry to look up at him.
‘You can be friends with more than one person, Harry,’ he said quietly. ‘Actually, you are friends with more than one person. Why not lovers?’
Harry stared at him. ‘But… But that’s not normal!’
Severus gave a tiny shrug. ‘It’s not done often, but I assure you, if all three people are in agreement, it’s perfectly acceptable. And normal?’ He smirked at Harry. ‘When have you ever been normal? Or Draco and I, for that matter?’
Harry had to grin a little. ‘Well, if you look at it that way…’
‘So you agree?’ Draco asked, eagerly. ‘To be our lover?’
Harry flushed once more but he didn’t feel embarrassed. Happiness filled him, too large to leave room for embarrassment. ‘Yeah.’
The next second, he found himself with an armful of enthusiastic Draco, kissing him. When Draco finally pulled back, Harry reached for Severus and kissed him as well. And when that kiss was over, Draco lunged at Severus over Harry’s body and Harry watched the two men kiss in fascination. It was a lot hotter than in his fevered dreams.
Once they were lying down again, this time all snuggled together, Harry grinned happily.
‘It’s really fortunate,’ he said to no on in particular, ‘that I’m so slow with the work on the library. I suppose I’ll be here for months.’
Draco raised his head and gave Harry a stern look. ‘You don’t think I’ll let you move out again, now that I have you here, do you?’
Harry blushed with happiness and his grin broadened.
‘Oh, in that case I’d probably better tell my boss that there are Dark artefacts here that need constant supervision.’
Draco giggled and Severus lifted both eyebrows.
‘Are there, indeed?’
‘Yup.’
‘So, you are going to stay here to keep an eye on things, are you?’
Harry smiled and reached for Severus’s hand, tangling their fingers. ‘That, and more,’ he said.
Severus squeezed his hand.
And smiled back.
End.
Please, remind me to write a drabble next month.