Harry Potter: The Process of Removing the Stopper from Death (and Finding Yourself Along the Way.)

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Title: The Process of Removing the Stopper from Death (and Finding Yourself Along the Way)
Author: Magick
Pairings: Harry/Draco, Harry/Draco/Snape
Rating: NC-17.
Warnings: Threesome and rimming, Unhappy Weasleys
Word count: 10, 213
Summary: Harry knows that there were a lot of mistakes made during this war and he believe that he can help fix a couple of them. He doesn’t mind that these mistakes are both Slytherins who have treated him badly for as long as he’s known them. This is set directly after the final battle, there is no epilogue in this story.
A/N: This was my entry forhds_beltane, my prompts were--Heartbreak, Resurrection, Hurt/Comfort.


“Harry, you have to stop! You’ve barely slept in weeks! Take tomorrow off.” Hermione insisted, pushing him into a chair and glaring at him.

“Tomorrow is the Malfoys’ trial and I have to be there to testify.” Harry sighed tiredly.

“So you’re going on with that then?”

“Yes Hermione. He did try to protect me at the Manor, and you didn’t see him in the bathroom sixth year. He was crying. I didn’t know what to do for him then, but I do now.” Harry took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“But Harry, he was horrible for so long. I understand over-coming the past and I’m all for improving wizard relations but you’re exhausted. You’re not well.” Hermione fussed, pressing a cup of tea into his hands.

“I’ll be fine Hermione. I’ll drink some pepper-up and do glamour.” Harry yawned and in seconds he was asleep.

Hermione clucked her tongue and looked around the common room. Harry was staying at Hogwarts while he helped with the war clean-up effort and Hermione knew that no one would bother him if he stayed on the couch. With a sigh she grabbed the bag of floo powder and went back to the Burrow for dinner. Harry knew that she’d be back later.
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“C’mon mate, if you really want to save Malfoy then get your arse up.” Ron shouted, shaking Harry violently.

“I’m up!” Harry groaned, groping about for his glasses.

“Here’s some pepper-up, Madame Pomfrey was out so I had to brew it this morning. It’s probably still warm.” Hermione said with a frown. It was obvious that she did not approve of Harry living on pepper-up alone.

Harry downed the potion and grimaced. Steam poured out of his ears but he forced himself to grin weakly at his friends and get unsteadily to his feet. Ron's arms shot around his waist to steady him and Hermione opened her mouth to scold him-but shut it again when Harry held up his hand.

“Cast a glamour on me Hermione, I don’t trust my magic right now.”

Hermione cast the spell then threw a few cleaning and grooming charms at him as well. Instantly Harry felt fresh, shaven and unrumpled.

“You guys don’t have to come with me.” The finality in Harry’s voice belied his casual words.

Harry stepped into the floo and found himself almost instantly stumbling into the
Atrium of the Ministry of Magic. The building was still quite dark and frightening, a sense of malice still lingering in the dark corridors. He dusted himself off then pulled his head up high. Instantly the whispers started but Harry walked proudly past them and made his way towards the Wizenmagot Chambers.

“Mr. Potter! What are you doing here?” Rita Skeeter jumped up and hurried towards him.

Without thinking Harry murmured protego. Instantly Skeeter stopped and ran her hands down the barrier. Harry smirked at her dumb-founded expression as he stepped into the center of the room. Harry usually disliked his fame, but he knew that it had its uses and it was with that in mind that he pushed his bangs away from his forehead.

“Witness for the defense, Harry James Potter.” He announced, proud that his voice only wavered slightly at the end.

“This is highly unorthodox Harry.” Shacklebolt's slow, deep voice sounded surprised, but Harry could see humor dancing in his eyes.

Harry smiled at him for a moment before turning to look at the Malfoy’s. All three of them were staring at him in shock and Harry couldn’t keep himself from grinning. The Malfoys had always been pale, but now they seemed unnaturally so. Their faces were gaunt and lined with stress. Even Draco, who was only 17 years old, looked about one hundred. Harry figured that how he himself looked when his glamour was down.

“The list of crimes for this family is quite long. All three of you are charged with being Death Eaters, and on top of that you’re charged with helping to overthrow the ministry, conspiracy, murder-“

“I never killed anyone!” Draco cried suddenly.

“No, but how may people did you watch die?” Kingsley asked.

Draco fell silent.

Kingsley continued to list the crimes being brought against the Malfoys and Harry waited patiently. He and Kingsley had already discussed what he should do. He had to wait for Kingsley to outline all the charges before he spoke-this was so that Kingsley would not be accused of allowing Death Eaters any special privileges. Harry knew that if any of the Malfoys put a toe out of line, it would be on his head.

“Would the defense like to speak?”

Harry took his cue and stepped forward.

“The Malfoys have done many things, but I believe that they have already been punished. Lucius has already been in Azkaban and they were practically under house arrest while Voldemort was in power.”

Kingsley nodded, then regarded Harry seriously.

“Harry, before we pass any judgment I want you to remember. Remember all the hardships that the Malfoys have put you through. Do you still want to protect them?” Kingsley asked, his voice hypnotizing.

The memories hit Harry almost instantly, like a film playing of the backside of his eye lids.

“I can help you choose the right sort.” Eleven year old Draco Malfoy smirked.

The scene shifted to Dumbledore’s office.

Lucius Malfoy stared at him, eyes alight with fury as Dumbledore calmly pushed the inky diary towards him. Then the older Malfoy was demanding the prophecy at the Ministry. Once again the memory changed and Harry saw Draco laughing at him in the Great Hall.

“You actually fainted?!” Draco asked incredulously, his face smirk vicious.

Then Harry was fighting his way through the corridors and green ‘Potter Stinks’ badges flashed all around Harry.

Light gleamed off of Draco’s ‘Inquisitory Squad’ badge, then Draco was stomping on his face on the Hogwarts Express, Draco tattling on him to McGonagall, Draco taunting him about his parents. All the images of swirled and morphed into the face Harry had seen in Voldemort's mind-- Draco pale and frightened.

Harry remembered how Draco had looked in Myrtle’s bathroom as he cried miserably, remembered how he looked covered in blood. He then thought about the night on the tower; how Draco’s wand had wavered then fell to his side. Dumbledore had offered Draco protection, Snape had tried to save him as well. Harry was the only one left who could continue their work.

Harry reached his decision and raised his head. His hands had drifted up to clutch at his temples and he forced himself to return to his more confident stance. He turned and caught Draco’s grey eyes-they were wide with fear as if he was terrified that Harry had changed his mind.

“The Malfoys have committed many crimes and they should be punished.” Harry paused for a second and Draco’s eyes went glassy.

“But their punishment should be decided on an individual basis. Lucius Malfoy has tried to kill me multiple times, I have not forgotten that, but he has already been to Azkaban once for it. I believe that he should be put to work, he has lost his fortune and his reputation-some work should do him some good. Narcissa Malfoy saved my life and I believe that she would be most valuable with the war orphans. She risked her life for her son and that type of maternal instinct will be very handy with all the parentless children. Finally, Draco’s only crime is allowing the Death Eaters into Hogwarts and he has already paid for that. He should be freed and allowed to make his own way in the wizarding world.” Harry finally broke eye contact with Draco to look up at Kingsley.

“Though untraditional, you punishments are fitting to the crime. Lucius Malfoy, you are sentenced to manual labor. You will assist in the remodeling of both the ministry and Hogwarts. After that, you will be on probation. Narcissa Malfoy, there are many orphans from this war, children from both sides need a mother figure and that will be you. The two of you will live in a small flat provided by the ministry and you will make enough money to feed yourselves.” Kingsley's eyes hardened and the elder Malfoy’s nodded to him respectfully.

“You, Draco, cannot go free as Harry suggested. You will need to be monitored for a while and I think that Harry is the best person to do it. You will be Harry’s assistant for the next year. He really needs the help during this time because the war is over but the clean-up has just begun.”

“I didn’t agree to that!” Harry objected.

“No Harry, you didn’t, but you do need the help and Draco does need to be watched. This session is now closed. Aurors, please take Lucius and Narcissa to get cleaned up and then to their assignments. Harry, Draco may go with you.”

Harry gestured tiredly for Draco to follow him. They walked in silence to the atrium then flooed back to Hogwarts. Once in the Gryffindor common room Harry let his glamour drop and collapsed into a chair. Draco stood in the middle of the room awkwardly and waited.

“There’s a shower up the stairs and to the left. Directly across the hall is my room, you can borrow some jeans and a shirt.” Harry said, letting his head roll back to rest against the chair.

The floo suddenly turned green and Ron and Hermione tumbled out.

“How did it go, Harry?” Hermione asked kindly.

“Draco is with me now, he’s my assistant.”

“What?!” Ron bellowed.

“I’m too tired to fight right now Ron. I’ll call Kreatcher to make us dinner; you guys go on back to the Burrow. I’ll be fine.”

They looked uncertain but Harry waved them away and Hermione pulled Ron into the floo.

When Draco returned 30 minutes later he was clad in baggy jeans and an oversized tee-shirt. Harry wordlessly handed Draco his wand and watched as uncertainty flashed in his eyes.

“Fix the clothes Draco, I know you want to.” Harry instructed, and then turned to call for Kreatcher.

The house elf took Harry’s dinner order excitedly then popped out. Harry looked back at Draco and saw that the jeans had become formfitting and artfully scuffed at the top. The tee-shirt, originally shapeless and brown, had turned dark green and shrank several sizes. Suddenly, Harry found himself finding Draco quite attractive, despite his overly thin state.

“Kidney and steak pie ok with you?” Harry asked, his voice slightly hoarse.

“Potter you look like hell.” Draco blurted out-then he winced as if expecting a blow.

“I know. Your trial was the last one I’m going to anyway, so now I can sleep for a few hours tonight.”

Kreatcher popped back in with a large tray of food and a bottle of wine. Harry thanked the old elf while he served them and poured their drinks. Kreatcher bobbed happily before disapparating again. Harry dug in immediately but Draco still looked nervous.

“Nothing is poisoned Draco. Please just eat.” Harry said.

Draco sat down primly and sipped his wine. After a moment he looked up at Harry and cocked his head.

“Why did you do it, Potter?” He asked, his voice a mere shadow of its usual arrogant drawl.

“Call me Harry.” Harry mumbled between large bites of food.

“You manners are appalling, Po-Harry.” Draco sniffed disdainfully.

Harry laughed loudly and had to take a drink of his wine to keep himself from choking. He calmed a few minutes later but he was still smiling at the scowling blonde.

“I didn’t learn manners from anyone, Draco. My childhood was too full of chores and dodging blows to learn manners.” Harry chuckled as his finished his dinner.

Draco ate his food as well, his eyes never leaving Harry. After he had eaten his last bite the plate disappeared and their wine glasses refilled. Harry called out a thank you to Kreatcher before leaning forward to look hard at Draco.

“I did it because you deserved another chance. Dumbledore offered you a second chance on the tower and Snape tried to talk you out of becoming a Death Eater. I’m the only one left to offer you this chance, so I told Kingsley about everything, gave him all my memories and he agreed to let you off. He didn’t tell me that I would be your babysitter.” Harry smirked.

“I don’t need a babysitter, Potter.”

“No, but you got one.” Harry drained his glass and waited for it to refill.

“Will I get to see my parents again?” Draco asked in a small voice.

“Yeah, probably not for a few weeks since they’re starting their jobs, but yeah. I meant it about your mum, there are a lot of orphans-hell, my godson is one of those orphans, and they’ll need someone like her.” Harry sighed sadly.

“Why aren’t you with your family? I thought the Weasley's had adopted you.” Draco tried to keep the scorn out of his voice and he mostly succeeded. Harry ignored it.

“I’m not ready to be around them yet. There was too much death. Fred, Remus, Tonks, Mad-eye, even Snape! I just can’t-I’m not ready to be forgiven yet. I want to keep working so that I won’t have to think about everyone who died protecting me. I had Severus cleared immediately and he was put in a tomb next to Dumbledore with full honors.” Harry shook his head sharply and drank his wine. A tipsy sort of languidness spread over him, numbing the pain in his heart.

“I can’t even get into Snape's quarters. They’ve sealed themselves completely and I can’t get in.” Harry lay back in his chair, his body slumping dejectedly.

“I can help you do that. I spent a lot of with Snape; I might be able to figure out the password.” Draco offered.

“I’d really appreciate that.” Harry said sincerely.

“Can I ask you one more question, Harry?”

“Shoot.”

“What are you going to do about Girl-Weasley?”

“What about Ginny?” Harry asked sharply, sitting up straighter.

“Aren’t you supposed to be with her?”

“God, I don’t know anymore. I thought about her a lot during the war, but I just don’t know anymore.” Harry tried to stop himself from talking but the wine seemed to have loosened his tongue. “I thought about you a lot during the war too though, and I’m not trying to make out with you.”

Draco smirked wickedly at Harry and the brunette felt his face turn pink.

“Where am I to sleep?”

“There are several beds in the dorm where I’m staying.” Harry answered, his cheeks still flushed.

“Well, I’m really tired and you look dead on your feet. Let’s go to bed Harry.” Draco purred.

Most of the blood in Harry’s body flowed southwards, leaving Harry quite dizzy. He barely made it up the stairs and into his bed without toppling over. Once safely behind his curtains his roughly stroked himself off and tried not to think of Draco’s voice.
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Harry didn’t wake up until after 1 o’clock the next day. He stretched languidly and got out of bed-forgetting that Draco was staying with him. He was reminded abruptly when Draco walked in and froze staring at him. Harry looked down at himself and realized that his pajama bottoms were slung dangerously low, leaving his entire torso bare to Draco’s eyes.

“Morning.” Harry said gruffly, hurrying off to the bathroom.

Draco stayed stock-still in the doorway and Harry had to brush against him to leave. The brief contact sent electricity through his body and he walked faster. Draco shook himself violently and tried to calm his racing pulse. Harry’s body wasn’t the most beautiful he’d ever seen, nothing like the men in the magazines he’d stashed at home, but his lithe grace was ridiculously sexy and Draco couldn’t help but want him.

Harry showered quickly, eager to begin working on Snape’s rooms. It was only after he’d vigorously toweled his hair that he realized that he hadn’t brought any clothes with him. With a groan he wrapped the towel around his waist and hurried to the room. He dropped the towel and began searching for clean clothes, never even noticing Draco huddled on the floor. Draco sat with wide eyes; the clothes he was transfiguring sprawled all around him. Harry was dressed after a moment and he slid his glasses on and saw Draco. They both blushed hotly and Harry cleared his throat.

“Ready to go work on Snape’s chambers?” He asked nervously.

“Yeah.” Draco stood up quickly and rushed out the door.

Silence hung awkwardly around them as they hurriedly made their way to the dungeons. Harry felt along the wall until he could feel Snape’s wards, then tentatively he tried to touch them with his own magic, much like Dumbledore had done in the cave. Instantly Draco began muttering, trying out all the words he remembered Severus using as passwords. He paced back and forth, shouting random words at the wall for over half an hour when suddenly the door sprang open. Draco jumped back in shock and squeaked a little. Harry pushed forward excitedly, and they tumbled into the room. Harry didn’t spare the time to blush; instead he jumped up off of Draco and ran to Snape’s desk.

A single white envelope lay on the desk and Harry saw that his name was written across it in Snape’s slanting handwriting. With shaking hands he pulled it open and began to read aloud.

Mr. Potter,

If you are reading this, then I have finally died. Before this tragic event occurred, I did some experiments concerning a potion I mentioned during your first day in my classroom. I cannot say what it is, in case it is not truly you reading this letter, but think back. If you come upon the answer, then I may not yet be lost.

Severus Snape

“What the hell does that mean?! He may not be lost?” Harry shouted, throwing the letter onto the desk angrily.

“Harry, I’m trying to think. Stop shouting…”

“Stop shouting! STOP SHOUTING! What does he want me to do? He’s dead! I saw him die!” All the pain and anguish in him seemed to rise up and choke him.

“Reducto!” He cried.

Pieces of wood flew every where as the chair exploded. Draco ducked, screaming at him to stop it. Harry felt better instantly and he shrugged apologetically at Draco.

“What the hell Potter?!” Draco shrieked.

“Sorry Draco. I was upset.” Harry muttered, holding his head. Dizziness over came him and everything went black.

Draco saw him sway and rushed over, barely making it in time to catch him.

“Ennervate!”

Harry opened his eyes and groaned softly. Draco sat him up gently and conjured some water for him to drink. Harry whispered his gratitude and drank it.

“I think you over did yourself Potter-- you’ve barely eaten or slept in three weeks! Let’s just stay down here for now; your elf can bring your stuff down. That way we can go through all of Snape’s notes to figure out what he did.”

“Ok, that’s fine.” Harry’s eyelashes fluttered then fell still as he fell asleep. Draco levitated him through the door to their right and onto the couch.

After making sure Harry was safely tucked in on the sofa Draco went back to Snape’s office and rifled through the drawers. He collected all the parchments inside and carried them back to the sitting room. Draco had just begun reading them when Harry sat up blearily.

“Bottle fame, brew glory and even put a stopper in death.” He yawned.

“What?”

“That’s what he said on our first day of class. Then he tore into me for being the new celebrity.”

Draco nodded slowly, scanning the papers in his hands. After a few moments he came across one that was different-this parchment was covered with hastily scribbled notes instead of interdepartmental memos.

“Harry, a potion. There’s a potion that can stop death… it’s very similar to the draught of living death but it actually puts your body into suspended animation.” Draco read, his voice hushed with awe.

“So Snape can be brought back?”

“I think so, but this potion is very complicated and will take a full month to brew.” Draco began scanning over the ingredients, mentally cataloging them into two categories-legal and illegal.

“Can you brew it?” Harry asked anxiously.

“Of course! I’ve been training under Severus for years; I can brew almost any potion. Our problem is going to be in collecting the ingredients. There are 3 illegal ones and 2 that are closely monitored. The Ministry is going to want to know what you’re doing with them.” Draco explained.

“Well, Kingsley will let me get what I need without a fuss. He doesn’t ask a lot of questions. Give me a list of what we need and he’ll get them for me.”

Draco scribbled down the ingredients and Harry fire-called Kingsley. The older man agreed to get them the items without question and Harry found himself sitting in silence with Draco. He shifted uneasily for a moment then stood up.

“I’m hungry, what about you?”

“Yeah.”

Harry called for Kreatcher and instructed the elf to bring some sandwiches and then to move his belongings down to the dungeons. Moments later Harry was stuffing sandwiches in his mouth and Draco was watching him curiously.

“Did you really walk up to the Dark Lord and let him kill you?” Draco asked softly.

“Yeah. I had to or else he wouldn’t die.”

“Weren’t you scared?”

“Well, yeah. But mostly I was just mad that I was dying a virgin.” Harry joked.

Draco’s eyes narrowed.

“You’re a virgin? You’ve had Weaslette hanging off of you for years, but you’re still a virgin?”

“I’m only 17! At least I’m not like Snape! He spent his whole life pining after my mother; he died a much older virgin than me!” Harry defended hotly.

“What are you on about Potter? Snape wasn’t a virgin. I caught him with a man when I was 15. I was early for my potions lesson and he had a man in his sitting room. I promised not to mention it to anyone if he told me what it was like to sleep with a man and if he supplied my reading material. He told me that there was some discomfort involved the first few times and bought me a subscription to Swish and Flick monthly. Though, I was warned that if my father was to find them that Severus’ name was to be left out of it.” Draco grinned at Harry’s stricken expression.

“Then he didn’t love my mum?”

“I’m sure he did Harry. Some people do enjoy both sexes, though Severus had always came off very gay to me. Maybe your mother was the only woman he was ever interested in.” Draco shrugged elegantly.

“Everyone expects me to want Ginny so that we can be just like my parents.” Harry whimpered.

“Do you want to be with her?”

“I don’t know! I’m only 17 years old and everyone expects me to know exactly what I want to do with my life. They all want me to be an auror, marry Ginny and have kids. I just killed the darkest wizard to ever live, lost the last remaining links to my parents and I just want to be a teenager!” Harry threw himself back on the couch and pouted slightly. Draco smirked at the very adolescent picture he made.

“Well Potter, we have a month of brewing ahead of us-maybe by the time we’re done you’ll have a better idea of what you want with your life. If not, well, you’re stuck with me for a year. It’s a good excuse when you’re wanting to distance yourself from the Weasley's.”

“Why are you being so good about this Draco?” Harry asked, genuinely curious.

“Harry, I would be in Azkaban right now if it weren’t for you and my parents probably would have been lynched. The whole wizarding world is crying out for Death Eater blood and my name was very high on that list. I’m a Slytherin and we always want to survive and get all we can out of out situation-this is probably the most rewarding situation I could be in. Your endorsement at the end of this year will make or break me. Anyway, you’re pretty hot in your own gawkish kind of way.” Draco grinned when Harry blushed. “So Harry, I know you’re a virgin. What is the extent of your experience?”

Harry blushed darker and looked at the floor.

“Um, I kissed Cho Chang 5th year and Ginny this year.” Harry mumbled.

“That’s it?” Draco asked incredulously.

“Yes, I know. Really depressing for Hogwarts’ newest celebrity.” Harry imitated the Potion Masters’ disgusted drawl perfectly.

“So you’ve never kissed a boy?” Draco stood and strode closer to Harry. Instantly Harry went on the defensive and tried to make himself smaller on the couch.

“No, it’s not something that ever came up in the dorm.” Harry said weakly.

“It’s definitely something you should try before you marry yourself off.” Draco purred, draping himself along Harry side.

“I don’t know-“ Harry’s words were cut off by Draco grabbing his chin and pressing their mouths together.

The kiss was gentle at first, but then Draco began nipping at his lower lip. Harry’s mouth dropped opened as he gasped and Draco’s tongue slid in, lapping at his palate and massaging his tongue. Harry whimpered softly into the kiss and Draco answered it by pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. His pale hands slid into Harry’s messy black hair and fisted, causing Harry to growl and dig his fingers into Draco’s shoulders.

“Harry! Are you down here! Harry!” Hermione called.

Draco and Harry sprang apart instantly, the both of them trying to rearrange their clothes and wiping their mouths. Harry rushed back towards Snape’s office, shutting the door to his private quarters on the way. The office door began to shake as Ron pounded on it and Harry threw it open angrily.

“What the bloody hell are you two screaming about?!” Harry exclaimed.

“Harry! We’ve been looking for you everywhere! How’d you get the doors to open?” Hermione asked, ignoring his outburst.

“Yeah mate; we brought you something from Ginny.” Ron added.

“I’m busy right now. Actually, I’m going to be busy for about a month and no, I can’t talk about it. These are Snape’s rooms so I really don’t feel comfortable letting anyone in here and-“

“What the hell has Malfoy done to you?!” Ron shouted.

“Draco hasn’t done anything to me…”

“But you don’t want anything to do with us! We stood by you while we found the horcruxes-"

“You left!” Harry cried.

“I came back! We’re supposed to be your best friends and after all we did for you, you just want us to go away!” Ron finished, his face dark red with anger.

“It’s not that I don’t want to be around you guys, it’s just that there is something very important that I have to do. You’ll understand after it’s done and you might even apologize for acting like that.” Harry said coldly, then stepped back to shut the door.

“Will you at least owl us?” Hermione asked tearfully.

“Yes Hermione, send Pig down here every once and a while.” Harry pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“I really am sorry, but I have never had the chance to change anything about my life. I’ve always had to do as someone expected, but this is my chance to fix something. I’m taking that chance.” Harry shut the door quietly and leaned against it.

“Come on Potter, you’ve gotten yourself wound up again.” Draco said softly, leading Harry back into the sitting room and forcing him to lie down.

“I’m going to read more about this potion, you rest for awhile. I’ll wake you up in a bit.”

Harry nodded and settled down onto the couch. Draco watched him fall into a restless sleep then stood gathered up all of Snape’s notes and stacked them on the table before stretching out on the couch beside Harry. It was too much to think about Harry’s lips under his and how perfectly they had fit together. Instead Draco pushed the thoughts away and let himself drift off next to Harry.

Harry woke up feeling very warm and relaxed. He stretched and tried to get up, but found that he was pinned to the couch. He looked down at the warm weight on his chest and found his nose buried in pale blonde hair that was a shade too long to be fashionable. Affection rose up strong in Harry’s throat and he was shocked to feel his eyes prickling. Instead of waking Draco, Harry laid back on the couch and put his arms around the pale boy. Harry let his eyes drift closed once more and missed Draco looking up at him in awe.

“Master Harry! The minister has sent you a package!” Kreatcher high pitched voice woke Harry up about an hour later.

Harry sat up groggily and felt Draco do the same. Instead of feeling awkward though, Harry felt completely relaxed and refreshed. He smiled briefly at the blonde and got up to get the package from Kretcher. The box of potion ingredients was heavy and very strongly warded against breaking. Draco came and helped him carry it into Snape’s potions lab and unwarded it.

“When will you be ready to brew it?” Harry asked.

“I have to finish reading all the notes first, I fell asleep earlier.” Draco blushed slightly as he spoke.

“That’s fine. We’ll both be up late tonight since we had a nap. You can read all the notes and dictate if you want. I can write for you.” Harry suggested.

“That’s a good idea; I don’t have my quick-quotes quill anymore.” Draco smiled.

They sat together for hours, Draco deciphering Severus’ coded notes about the potion while Harry scribbled down everything he said. Around midnight Draco announced that they were finished and Harry organized their new notes while Draco wrote set up the lab.

“The first part of the potion is just the base unicorn blood and lavender. They have to simmer together for 24 hours. This is the base for the potion.” Draco explained, pouring the measured ingredients into a silver cauldron.

“What does it do?”

“Well, unicorn blood makes the drinker immortal, but by mixing it with the lavender and heating it up, you stabilize the blood and make it safe to drink. That way it only helps revitalize the drinker, instead of cursing them.” Draco said.

Harry nodded in understanding, he remembered Voldemort drinking unicorn blood his first year. Draco set the cauldron on a low fire and stepped back. He cast a timer charm on the potion then turned back to Harry.

“We won’t be able to touch anything for 24 hours, so we might as well figure out how we’re getting this into Severus.”

“Does it have to be drunk or can it be put directly into the blood stream?”

“It’s the antidote to a potion that makes a person appear dead. It has to be put directly into the blood forcibly but I cannot perform an intravenous charm.” Draco said, looking aggravated with himself.

“Muggles use needles to push medicine into the blood. Maybe we can use one of those. Hermione’s parents are dentists so we can probably get one from them. I’m pretty sure she fixed their memories last week.” Harry suggested.

“Ok, we can figure that out later this month.” Draco ran a hand through his hair nervously and Harry watched it fall back into place perfectly.

“Draco…about earlier…” Harry said suddenly.

“You don’t have to talk about it Harry, its ok…”

“No Draco I’m not going to say that I regret it or anything like that. I was just going to say that I don’t know what I want and that I can’t make you any promises-but if you kiss me again, I will kiss you back.” Harry said, his words coming out in a rush.

Draco stared at him for a long moment before leaning forward to capture Harry’s lips again. Harry surrendered readily and Draco pressed Harry against the wall. Draco’s thigh slipped between Harry’s and pressed forward to rub against his erection. Instantly Harry groaned and rocked his hips forward, eager for more friction. Draco gripped his hips and pulled them together, grinding his own erection into Harry’s hip. A keening sound burst from Harry’s throat and he tore his mouth away to gasp for breath.

“Oh God Draco…” He panted.

Draco latched his mouth onto Harry’s neck and bit him roughly. Harry cried out sharply and gripped Draco tighter.

“Are you going to come for me, Harry?” Draco purred, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of Harry’s ear.

Harry groaned helplessly and his hips lurched violently. Then he went taut and he was coming, his body shaking with the after-shocks. Draco allowed his own orgasm to overtake him and he gasped and moaned against Harry’s neck. They clung together afterwards, sliding down the wall in a tangle of limbs.

“What was that?” Harry rasped, breathing heavily.

“Years of pent of frustration taking a more enjoyable outlet.” Draco grinned. “I’ve wanted to touch you for forever.”

“I never thought about you like that, but I did think about you a lot.” Harry pulled himself to his feet and made his way towards the bathroom. Draco stayed on the floor watching him go. When Harry got to the doorway he turned around and arched a brow at the blonde.

“Coming with me?” He asked, and Draco didn’t bother responding as he jumped to his feet to follow him.
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“Harry! I haven’t seen you in weeks!” Ginny exclaimed, throwing her arms around Harry.

“Hey Gin, sorry I’ve been so busy. Draco and I have been working constantly.” Harry sat down on the couch and stared at the red tapestries on the walls. Harry hadn’t been back upstairs once in the past three weeks.

“It’s ok, I know that baby-sitting Malfoy must be really hard on you. You look better though, are you using glamour?” Ginny asked.

“No, I feel a lot better actually. I’ve been eating and sleeping regularly. It’s amazing the wonders that does for your appearance.” Harry smiled wanly, already willing Ginny to get to the point so he could leave.

“You’re probably wondering why I asked to see you up here.” She smiled and got up to place herself in Harry’s lap.

“Now that the war is over and the clean-up is coming to an end, I want to move forward with our relationship.” She leaned forward and sealed her lips over his.

Harry’s arms came up to push her away when he heard a squeaky voice shouting outside the portrait hole.

“Master Draco, Master Harry said that he was supposed to meet with his friend alone! You can’t go in there!” Kreatcher cried.

“Open the door Kreatcher.” Draco growled.

Ginny pressed herself closer as if she were claiming Harry and he had just started to disentangle himself from her when the portrait swung open. Draco stared at them for a second, his face completely blank before he seemed to shake himself. Then he strode forward and glared at them.

“Potter, in exactly 24 minutes I will need your assistance with our project. So wrap up your make-out fest and come back to the dungeons.” Draco’s voice was exactly as Harry remembered it-cold and drawling.

“I’m coming now.” Harry said, trying to jump to his feet but Ginny was still sprawled across his knees.

“Harry! You don’t have to do what Malfoy says! You’re his boss right now anyway, or else he can go to Azkaban and see how much he likes it there for a while.” Ginny looked up at Draco, her brown eyes filled with hatred.

Draco’s hand twitched towards his wand and Harry finally stood up, dumping Ginny onto the floor.

“Harry, what the hell?!” Ginny screamed.

“Draco is right Ginny, he needs my help downstairs. I’ll talk to you some other time.” Harry muttered, walking out the portrait hole.

“What have you done to him?” Ginny asked venomously, her eyes narrowed.

“I’ve taken care of him. He looked like hell and you weren’t doing anything for him. Have you ever asked him to be anyone other than The-Boy-Who-Lived? I didn’t know that there was more to him than that for a long time, but now I do and I’m not going to forget it.” Draco turned on his heel and strode away, leaving Ginny lying haphazardly on the floor in tears.

“Harry, wait up!” Draco called, rushing down the stairs.

Harry paused for a second to allow Draco to catch up with him then turned to keep walking-but Draco did not let that happened. With a growl he grabbed Harry and threw him against the wall and crushed their mouths together. Harry gasped Draco took advantage and plunged deeper, forcing all of his jealousy and need into the kiss. After a moment Harry pulled back and put distance between them.

“The potion first, then you can continue claiming me.” Harry watched as Draco’s pupils dilated and the blonde kissed him again before pulling him to the dungeon.

They entered the lab just as the timer charm went off. Draco wordlessly handed Harry the large wooden spoon and watched as he carefully stirred the potion with sweeping figure-eight style strokes. After twenty strokes Draco added the newt eyes and crushed scarab beetles. Harry continued to stir for 25 more turns then Draco turned the heat up and reset the timer charm.

“How long until the next step?” Harry asked.

“Eight hours.” Draco answered, snagging Harry’s arm and leading him towards the bedroom.

“Draco, maybe we shouldn’t use the bedroom, we can transfigure the couch like we do at night.” Harry protested.

“Harry, your virginity deserves the bed.” Draco purred.

Harry’s eyes went impossibly wide and Draco took advantage of his surprise and pulled him into the bedroom and pressed him back on the bed. Harry resisted only for a moment but gave in when Draco’s tongue traced down his stomach, and arched into Draco’s touch then laid back against the sinfully comfortable mattress. He groaned softly when Draco stepped back to shuck his clothes but was silenced by the blonde sliding back into his arms completely naked.

“Why do I still have pants on?” Harry asked, his voice a needy whisper.

“Because you’re obviously over-eager.” Draco answered dryly before jerking Harry’s jeans off his hips. Harry gasped when his leaking erection was exposed to the cool dungeon air.

“God Draco…” Harry whimpered, thrusting up against Draco’s stomach.

“Are you sure you want this Harry? It is your virginity after all.” Draco smirked as he brushed his fingertips over Harry’s peaked nipples.

“Yes, just fucking take it.”

“As you wish.” Draco rummaged through Severus’ drawers until he found a small bottle of clear gel. He sniffed it then shrugged and lathered some onto his fingers.

“Relax Harry.” He ordered softy, then circled his slick fingers around Harry’s entrance.

Harry sucked in an excited breath and tried to force himself to relax. It was easier said than done though and he found himself restlessly shifting his hips. Then Draco’s fingers slipped inside of him and he arched up off the bed.

“You’re clenching, Harry.” Draco murmured, running his other hand soothingly over Harry's belly.

Harry let his muscles fall slack, one after the other. Finally he lay pliantly on the bed and Draco added another finger and crooked them sharply. Harry shrieked shrilly and turned wide eyes to his lover. Draco obeyed the silent command and pressed the spot again. While Harry was distracted by his prostate Draco roughly scissored his fingers roughly to stretch him.

“Are you ready?”

Harry looked up at him blearily, his green eyes clouded with lust, and nodded. Draco positioned himself and took a deep breath then pressed forward. Harry keened as Draco slowly slid into him, a high pitched noise that Draco couldn’t help but answer with a groan of his own.

“Does it hurt?” Draco asked, forcing himself to pause.

“It’s ok, just move.” Harry whimpered, bucking shallowly.

Dracos’ hips snapped instantly and Harry threw his head back and moaned throatily. Their pace was urgent, with Harry begging hoarsely for more and Draco driving forward to provide it. They couldn’t last long at that rate and as soon as Draco’s pale hand wrapped around Harry-he was coming. His body seized violently and he clenched tightly around Draco, milking his orgasm out of him.

They slumped together in a sweating pile of limbs and semen. Harry grunted and Draco rolled off him to curl up at his side.

“We’re going to have to do that more often.” Harry said, his voice thick with sleep.

“As soon as we wake up you can fuck me.” Draco promised with a yawn then stretched languidly. “The bed still smells like Severus.”

“I’m afraid I’ve never smelled him.” Harry rolled his eyes dramatically.

“You’ve never gotten to know him as Severus. Professor Snape is very different from Severus. You’ll get to know him better in a few days.” Draco let his eyes slip shut.

“Hopefully.” Harry sighed wistfully. “I think I’d like to know Severus.” Harry smiled softly, remembering the little boy who had loved his mother. He fell asleep hoping that the little boy in the memories had grew into a man who could care for him as well.
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Draco didn’t stir when the floo chimed and Minerva’s voice drifted in from the sitting room. With a sigh Harry shrugged into his jean and t-shirt before brushing a kiss across Draco’s pale brow and floo-ing to McGonagall’s office.

“Thank you for answering so promptly Mr. Potter. I know the project that you and Mr. Malfoy are engrossed in is of the utmost importance but even I am no match for the entire Weasley clan when they feel that one of their own is in danger.” Minerva said apologetically.

Harry smiled at her reassuringly before turning to face his adoptive family.

“Harry, we’ve been so worried about you! You’ve been locked up with that Malfoy boy for almost a month and you’ve barely even written!” Molly blustered, hugging him tightly.

“I’m sorry Mrs. Weasley, I’ve been very busy. Draco and I are doing a very important job.” Harry said, his voice soft and appealing.

“How do we know that he hasn’t bewitched you?” She asked angrily.

Minerva’s eyebrows rose at the implication and she aimed a hissed ‘finite incantatum’ at him.

“I can guarantee that Harry is perfectly safe with Mr. Malfoy. I have personally sifted through all of Severus’ and Albus’ memories and notes. Draco is harmless-his personality is prickly but he is no danger to Harry.” Minerva said firmly.

As if summoned Draco stepped out of the floo looking artfully disheveled-his hair was falling in his face and his clothes were rumpled. Though, instead of looking frumpy he looked absolutely edible and Harry had to drag his eyes away from him.

“Minerva, have you seen Harry? I require his assistance in precisely 4 minutes and 28 seconds.” Draco paused and looked around the room of startled redheads.

“There you are Harry! How is it that you manage to always wonder off just when I need you?” Draco scolded, pulling him towards the floo.

“I’ll be right back.” Harry promised over his shoulder just as Draco flooed them to the lab.

Draco smirked when the landed in Snape’s laboratory and pressed Harry against the wall. Harry kissed him roughly before pulling back to reprimand him.

“It’s not time to stir the potion and I know that you don’t need my help for the next part.” Harry said.

“I just wanted to interrupt. I wasn’t sure if you were being brainwashed against me-besides, you promised to fuck me when we woke up.” Draco said, grinding their erections together.

“I’m not being brainwashed, and I will fuck you when I get back.” Harry groaned, nipping sharply at Draco’s earlobe.

“Go on then.” Draco purred teasingly.

“I will get you back for this.” Harry growled,

“I look forward to it.” Draco smirked and pushed Harry back towards the floo.

Harry arrived back in Minerva’s office with kiss swollen lips and disordered clothing. He tugged at his shirt self-consciously as he took his seat and looked at Minerva expectantly.

“I trust that your investigation is going well, Harry?” She asked, her eyes twinkling.

Harry only had the moment to wonder whether that expression came along with being Headmaster before Molly was upon him again.

“Harry, I’ve already lost too much in this war-I don’t want to lose you as well.” She said tearfully.

Harry’s uncomfortable arousal left him at once and was replaced by guilt and anger. Molly seemed to since his emotional shift and she opened her mouth to backtrack but Harry cut her off.

“I’m sorry that Fred died, Mrs. Weasley. I’m also sorry that Bill was scarred, Mr. Weasley was attacked and Ginny was possessed. I’m sorry that Ron followed me on every dangerous mission I went on, but mostly I’m sorry that you and you family care for me because that made you all a target. You’re right, none of that stuff should have happened to you and you did lose a lot-but you’re not losing me. You’re losing the me you and everyone else wanted me to be. Right now I’m trying to find myself, figure out who I am for real. I’m not The-Boy-Who-Lived anymore, I’m just Harry. That little boy you adopted at the train station all those years ago is gone. I love you all, I do, but for right now I can’t be around you. I’m through being one of the Lost Boys of Hogwarts. I’m sorry.” Harry finished his monologue by hugging the older woman tightly and whispering his apology once more before stepping back into the floo.

Harry looked around the sitting room then trudged towards the bedroom-only to freeze in the doorway. Draco was sprawled out across the bed naked-one hand wrapped loosely around his cock while the other thrusted sharply into his arse. Draco purred softly and raised an eyebrow at the immobile teen then let his head fall back and his eyes flutter shut. Harry broke out of his trance when Draco moaned and stalked over to the tempting blonde. Draco looked up at him with smoldering eyes and wet his lips slowly.

“Fuck me…” Draco commanded, letting his legs fall open invitingly.

Harry groaned helplessly and snagged the vial of lube-upending it carelessly and slathering the substance over his erection. Draco spread himself open shamelessly and Harry took his place between his legs and slide into him in one smooth motion.

“Oh God Harry…” Draco gasped, his fingernails raking ruthlessly down Harry’s back.

“Wrap your legs around me.” Harry ordered.

Draco wound his arms and legs around Harry and clung to him tightly. Harry thrusted erratically and forcefully, demanding that Draco’s body accept him, take pleasure from his own. Draco's erection was trapped between their sweat and precome slickened stomachs and the sensation was slowly driving him insane.

“Fuck Harry!” Draco gasped, his body going taut as he painted their stomachs.

“God that’s hot.” Harry groaned and bit roughly at Dracos shoulder before slamming into him one last time and coming hotly inside him.

They fell together and Harry sleepily drew the blankets over them-drying come and all. Draco snuffled against Harry’s hair for a second before pressing a kiss to it.

“Have you figured out who you are yet Harry?” He whispered.

“I’m getting a good idea.” Harry whispered back before drifting to sleep.
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“Ok, this is the plan. I cast the vein finding charm, you insert the muggle device then we wait.” Draco said.

“I understand Draco, it was my plan.” Harry sighed, placing the charmed vial into his pocket along with the syringe. Then he draped his invisibility cloak over the both of them.

“They made it to Snapes tomb safely and used the key Minerva had given them. Once inside they shucked the cloak and began the task of finding Severus’ vein. It took Draco two tries to get the spell right-his hands were shaking violently. Finally they found the vein and Harry gently tapped the air out of the syringe and slid it into Severus’ body.

They waited anxiously-neither daring to breathe as they watch. Then Severus’ eyelids fluttered and opened. Black eyes bored right into Harry’s soul and he couldn’t stop the breathless exclamation from slipping past his lips.

“Severus!”

“Potter, I don’t think I’ve ever been this glad to see you.” Severus said, his voice rough from disuse.

“Oh God Severus, you’re really alive.” Draco whispered, his eyes bright.

“Yes, yes, now how are you getting me back to my chambers?” Severus rasped, struggling to stand up.

Harry helped him attain vertical and then put a steadying arm around his waist. He smiled shyly at the older man before summoning his cloak.

“We’ll put this around you and Draco so he can help you walk back. We’re set up in your rooms so you won’t have to be alone.”

“Be still my beating heart.” Severus sneered, but there was no venom in it.

Harry grinned then tossed the cloak over them and led them back to Severus’ chambers. Once safely inside Severus threw the stifling material off of himself and took several wobbly steps towards the bathroom to clean up. Draco placed a listening charm to the room while Harry ordered broth and crackers from Kreatcher.

When Severus exited the bathroom later with damp hair and wrapped in a fluffy towel he found hot tea and several vitamin potions waiting for him on the coffee table. Severus looked around for his teenage saviors only to find them sprawled out on the couch with their mouths fused together and their hands grappling with their clothing. A flash of desire igniter in Severus’ belly and he found himself drawn to the boys. At the last moment he caught himself, shook the feeling off and cleared his throat. Harry and Draco broke apart instantly, flushing guiltily. Severus found the color in their cheeks almost endearing and he found himself sneering to cover the feeling.

“We, uh, ordered you some food. It’s really light cause we didn’t want to make you sick.” Harry stammered.

“Thank you Mr. Potter.” Severus replied gruffly, gingerly lowering himself down to eat.

“How did you know I’d figure it out, sir?” Harry asked timidly.

“Because you want to save people, Mr. Potter.” Severus answered simply.

“Oh.” Harry looked crestfallen, his green eyes wide and sad and Severus felt stirrings of guilty in his stomach.

Draco wrapped an arm around the brunette’s waist and pulled him close. Harry looked up at the Slytherin and Severus almost gasped aloud at the emotion in their green depths-Harry cared for Draco. Possibly even loved him, and that emotion was mirrored in Draco's grey eyes.

Severus could tell that I was going to be a long couple of weeks.
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“Severus! Come out of the lab, it’s time for dinner!” Harry called, then smiled brightly when Severus came into the room.

The past few weeks had been complicated but ultimately rewarding as Harry and Severus had struck up a good working relationship. They were on first name basis and while Harry enjoyed smiling and joking with the older man, Severus did not normally respond in kind. The acid seemed to have finally bled out of their relationship and the tension had died down. Severus had consented to keeping the boys in his chambers- despite the fact that he caught them naked more often than not. (Much to his own enjoyment/aggravation.)

“Everyone is arriving soon; we need to get to the Great Hall. You’ll enter with us after McGonagall announces that our project is finished.” Draco said for the hundredth time.

“I know Draco, honestly.” Severus pushed them out the door and through the castle to the staff door of the great hall. Minerva’s voice could be heard through the door and Harry grasped Draco’s hand nervously.

“I’m not going to leave you for them, ok?” Harry promised softly.

“I know you won’t.” Draco whispered back, squeezing Harrys had before releasing it.

“Now, I know you’re all curious about Harry and Draco's project. They have striven these past few months to change one of the gross mistakes we as the Light made. There were many mistakes during this war but these two boys have fixed one. Harry, Draco-come in.” Minerva announced.

The two teenagers took breath and opened the door. Severus shot them a smirk as the filed in. Instantly the hall was filled with gasps and shouts as the congregation caught sight of Severus.

“Severus Snape risked his life more times than I can count to bring the downfall of Voldemort. He was buried a hero and now he should be treated as such.” Minerva said seriously.

“But how?” Ron exclaimed from the Gryffindor table.

“A potion, Mr. Wesley. What else would a Potions Master use?” Severus sneered coolly.

The crowd calmed when the food arrived but once he tables were cleared and Harry found himself cornered by angry Weasley's.

“That was what was so important that you left us behind?” Ron said angrily.

Harry floundered for a second but then he saw Draco grazing at him sadly and he knew that it was time to set everything straight.

“Yes, this is what was so important. Severus saved my life more than anyone else. He deserved the chance to live without the fear of being discovered so I did what I could to help. And I’ll tell you something else!” Harry paused to breathe and Draco sprung into action and rushed to his side.

“Harry, this is not how you want to tell them.” Draco said soothingly, seriously worried that Harry would regret this decision.

“Tell us what, dear?” Molly asked quietly.

“Just wait until you’re calmer and-" Draco was cut off by Harrys lips sealing over his.

Draco melted into the kiss with a soft groan of surrender. The hall disappeared around them as Draco looped his arms around Harry’s neck and pulled him closer. Harrys own hands moved to cup Draco’s face gently and Draco felt a blush fan out across his cheeks in response.

“Gentlemen, I suggest you take this elsewhere.” Severus said, pulling them apart and ushering towards the door. They looked lost for a moment but they made it out the door and Severus smirked at the gob-smacked Weasleys.

“Why is Harry pushing us away?” Molly wondered aloud, tears bright in her eyes.

“Molly, you have seven children-have none of them ever rebelled before?” Severus asked, his voice no longer sneering.

“Well yes, but…”

“No buts. Harry thinks of you as his mother and he’s rebelling against anyone who is in an authority figure in his life. He has been manipulated his whole life and now he wants to do as he wishes.” Severus explained.

“So this thing with the Malfoy boy is rebellion?”

“No Molly, that is the beginning of something very important.”

Molly nodded and patted her daughter consolingly.

“Will you take good care of him until he comes around?” She dabbed at her eyes and looked at Severus pleadingly.

“Have I ever done anything else?”
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Severus snuck away from the hall thirty minutes later. He was pleasantly tipsy from the wine and rather turned on from watching Harry defend him then devour Draco. All Severus wanted was to get into the shower and pull himself off-but he instead froze in the living room.

Draco was spread out on the couch, his arse up in the air and his head buried in his arms. A muffled keening sound was coming from Draco’s mouth while Harry leant behind him. Severus couldn’t see the brunettes face but he knew what he was doing. Harrys mouth was moving hotly over Draco’s opening while he thrusted his fingers inside of him.

“You both have ten seconds to get out of my sight or I will not be accountable for my actions.” Severus growled, his voice already thick with desire.

Draco looked up at him, startled only for a moment, then licked his lips.

“And what would those action-ah fuck Harry, be professor?” He whimpered.

Harry sat up then slicked lube over his cock and slid inside Draco, his eyes alight with challenge.

“Foolish Gryffindor, I will not be another tool in your rebellion.” Severus said harshly.

Harry shook his head negatively and opened his arms to the Potions Master. Severus found that he couldn’t resist the innocently sexual gesture. He moved forward and gripped Harry’s hair roughly, jerking his head back and forcing the boy to look at him. Green eyes met his and Severus was swayed by the honesty and arousal reflecting in them.

“I swear Potter, if you use me, you will regret it.” He threatened lowly before swooping down to capture his lips in a bruising kiss.

“Not using you, I promise.” Harry whimpered, one hand clutching at Draco’s hips and the other tangling in Severus’ hair.

“And you, Mr. Malfoy?”

“Wanted you forever… Harder Harry!” Draco cried, bucking backwards.

Severus stilled their hips and pulled them to their feet. Draco moaned in loss but was mollified by Severus kissing him. He led them towards the bedroom, stripping away his clothing en route. Finally they made it to the bed and they fell onto it in a pile. Severus took charge from there, positioning Draco on his back and allowing Harry to hover over the blonde.

“You may touch him, but slowly Harry. Neither of you may come yet.” Severus commanded, then parted Harry’s cheeks and licked a broad stripe up his arse.

“Oh fuck…” Harry groaned, his body shooting backwards.

“Has Draco fucked you before, Harry?” Severus asked, his voice muffled by Harrys opening.

“Yes.”

“So I can fuck you.” It was a statement, not a question.

“God yes… please, please fuck me.” Harry rambled, is words barely understandable.

Severus shivered and summoned the lube. The vial was almost empty (and Severus made a note to make a large batch in the morning) and Severus poured some into his hand and slid his fingers into Harry. Instantly the boy was thrusting back enthusiastically and groaning his approval. After a moment Severs slicked the rest of the vial into his erection and grasped Harry’s hips.

“Slide into Draco, Harry.” Severus whispered.

Harry bit his lip and forced himself to slowly press into Draco. Once fully sheathed Harry paused, he could feel Draco’s walls clenching around him tightly and he waited impatiently for Severus to enter him. He didn’t have to wait long because almost instantly Severus thrust into him smoothly-causing Harry to do the same to Draco. The blonde arched and screamed, begging for more. Severus kept up the brutal pace, slamming roughly into Harry-and Draco, over and over.

“Oh God Harry, Severus… I’m going to…” Draco’s words halted when Harry kissed him roughly, his fingers wrapping around the base of his cock.

“Wait for me.”

“I need to come Harry.” Draco cried, rubbing his cock against his stomach restlessly.

“Make him come, Harry.” Severus ordered.

Harry loosened, stroked and twisted upwards to swirl around the tip and it was too much. Draco shouted inarticulately and covered their bodies in semen. Harry watched him for a moment then leant down to lick a stripe of come from Draco’s chest-then his eyes rolled back as he came. Severus couldn’t fight it anymore. He’d watched his young lovers find their release, his own building hotly at the base of his spine.

“Want you to come inside me, Sev’rus.” Harry murmured and Severus was lost. A soft groan caught in his throat as his orgasm ripped through.

They stayed piled together for quite some time before Severus finally summoned the energy for a cleaning charm then collapsed back with the teens.

“Well Mr. Potter-“

Draco cut him off with the same question he was about to ask.

“Figured out who you are yet?” Draco winked at Severus before turning his attention to Harry.

“Yeah, I figured out that I belong to you and to you.” Harry mumbled sleepily, snuggling between the two Slytherins.

“I could have saved you all this trouble and told you that years ago.” Draco answered, petting Harry’s messy hair.

Harry didn’t answer, he was already asleep. Draco smiled softly at Severus who smirked back. They felt they could handle Harry being theirs since they’d lost themselves, heart and soul, to the boy many years ago.