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First published in LJ on 19th September 2004
Edited on 11th October 2005

Title: Triad
Author: Firesword
Fandom: Harry Potter
Disclaimer: I certainly don't own Harry Potter and its characters, but the little muse, it is certainly mine.
Summary: Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy were trying to cope with the anxiousness they were experiencing after the disappearance of the Potions Master, and they had visited the empty graves Mad-Eye Moody had made for Sirius Black and Severus Snape. However, Harry still holds on to the belief that Snape is still alive, somehow.
Genre: Romance, Slash
Pairings: HP/DM/SS
Rating: Blue Flame (NC-17)
Author's Notes: OOC, post-OotP, no plot, fluff, lemon ... lots of lemon....

TRIAD
by Firesword

It was a chilly autumn morning and the sky was grey, and it had made the burial ground appear even more austere and bleak. Dry red leaves rolled among the grass as the wind whipped them up, and the patch of land did not sound so empty.

Two men in grey appeared beyond the two statues that marked the entrance of the graveyard. One of them had raven-black hair, and his green eyes held deep sorrow as they looked about the area. The wizard's right arm was in a sling and he had a deep cut across his right cheek that was still healing. He had suffered those injuries in his final battle with Lord Voldemort almost three weeks ago.

The wizard beside Harry Potter took a halting step. Long, silvery blonde hair whipped about his face and he raised one arm wearily to pull them back. His clear grey eyes were fixed on two similar unmarked stones that were sheltered by an ancient yew tree. Although he appeared well and unscathed by the war, those who were close to him knew his wounds and scars were hidden beneath the layers of clothing.

Draco glanced over his shoulder to look at Harry, who reached out to hold his hand, before falling in beside him. Together, they approached the unmarked stones and stopped when they were about seven feet away from the depressing and plain gravestones. For a long moment they stood there and watched both graves in silence.

The grave on his right was Sirius Black's. Although his body had never been found, Potter had accepted that his godfather was dead, after he had graduated from Hogwarts. They came that day so that Harry could engrave a few words on the stone. While Potter was doing that, Draco's eyes rested upon the much newer grave. His eyes watered and his throat tightened as a new surge of grief came over him. It was empty, like the grave beside it.

Severus.

Memories of the harsh-faced wizard flashed in his mind. One image lingered � Snape stood beside a window from one of the unused classes in the castle. Draco smiled gently as he remembered the surprise Snape had conveyed when he had found out about Harry's relationship with him, and he was even more shocked to know that both teenagers loved him. Another image came to replace the previous � Snape was sitting on his old armchair and he was looking at the two young wizards with a somewhat bewildered look.

Draco swallowed hard, and one tear slid slowly down his cheek.

Severus�.

The Slytherin's shoulders trembled violently. They had waited for a month for any word of Snape's whereabouts. The searches that their friends had made did not bring any results. Harry had to rely on Draco's knowledge of Snape's favorite places to search on their own, but their efforts had been fruitless. Both now had to face with another truth � that Severus Snape might be dead.

"I miss him too, Draco," Harry whispered. "But I'm not going to mark this stone."

Draco let himself be embraced by the emerald-eyed wizard, and rested his head tiredly against Harry's thick hair. "Harry, if he was still alive � he ought to have owled us already." There was a sudden look of anguish on his face. "I want him back, Harry. I want Severus."

"I know."

Although Harry sounded calm, Draco knew that the wizard was just as distraught over their lover's disappearance. He could remember all too well when Harry had discovered that Snape had secretly slipped away in the middle of the night to deal with an unknown mission of his own. They had not seen the Potions Master since then.

"We would know if he's dead, Draco. I'm not going to believe what the others say. I won't believe until I see his body with my own eyes," Harry whispered in his ear, and Draco knew that by the strained sound of his voice that Harry was crying.

He lifted his head and found that he was right. He carefully wiped the tears away from the Gryffindor's face. Then he leaned forward and kissed Harry gently.

"I want him back with us," Harry whispered, and then it was Draco's turn to give comfort.

Finally, after what felt like an hour, Harry raised his head and raked his fingers through his dense black hair. He managed to muster a weak smile and asked Draco if he would like to go anywhere.

"No � let's just go home," Draco decided, and took Harry's left hand.

They Apparated home and slowly walked up the pavement leading to the front door of their house. Draco froze beyond the door. There were soft murmurs of conversation coming from behind the dark oak door. He glanced sharply over his shoulder, his grey eyes questioning.

"No, Draco, I did not invite anyone over," Harry replied. He touched the door lightly and it swung open. He placed the tip of his finger on his lips, and Draco nodded. The two wizards carefully walked through the hallway.

This is weird. I'm skulking inside my own house.

Then quite suddenly, Harry cleared his throat, and it made Draco jump in surprise.

"Professor Dumbledore? Why didn't you tell us you were dropping by?"

Harry opened the door and stepped into the living room. Draco entered cautiously, wondering why the Headmaster had come. Then his expression grew blank as his eyes rested on a strange, yet familiar face.

Severus.

"Severus?" Harry echoed the name a while later.

Draco found it was impossible to think, so he let his eyes take in what he saw in front of him. Severus Snape sat on their black leather couch, carefully sipping on a hot mug of tea. On Harry's comfortable armchair, was Professor Dumbledore, and his azure eyes were smiling. There were two other persons in the room � a woman and a man � and they were dressed in pure Muggle clothing.

After several minutes passed in silence, the Muggle man spoke. "Well, Aila, it appears that they know him."

The woman, Aila, looked utterly relieved. "Now I feel a great deal better." Then she turned to Snape. "All right, Severus. You'd better to take good care of yourself now."

Snape rose to his feet and Draco watched in amazement as the Potions Master hugged Aila, then shook the man's hand. "Thank you," Snape said simply.

Aila smiled brightly. "Well, you're one person we're unlikely to forget."

"That's quite an understatement. He happened to open our eyes and minds on certain things," the man added.

"Well, Jace, you're right," Aila agreed. "Now, Professor Dumbledore, we would very much like to go home now. And Severus, do remember to eat." Then she gave Harry and Draco sly looks before she and Jace exited from the living room.

Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet and fondly clasped Snape's shoulder, while he gazed affectionately at the younger wizards. "I am happy for the three of you," was all he said before he quietly left.

~*~

Snape alternately looked at Draco and Harry, and could not help but notice the contrast that the two young wizards portray. Draco, as fair as day, and Harry, as black as the darkest night. Moreover, it was unusual, if not disturbing that Draco was the one giving him the most affectionate gaze, and Harry almost a cold, icy one.

Then he wondered if going to Dumbledore and asking the Headmaster to bring him to see Potter and Malfoy had been a good idea. After all, they might not want a third person crowding around at the edges, he thought a little sadly.

He was surprised a second later as Harry slowly walked up to him, and rested his forehead on Snape's left shoulder. Snape belatedly noticed that there was no sign of Potter's famous scar. He felt Harry's uninjured arm circling his waist and holding him close.

"We really missed you, Severus," Harry told him in a whispered voice.

Snape had to fight his automatic reflexes to admonish and scold Potter for holding him. After all, Potter and Malfoy were no longer his students, and he was no longer their teacher. Snape forced himself to relax, and then found himself responding to the Gryffindor. He raised one arm and rested his fingers lightly on Harry's back. In an action that was purely instinctive, he started running his hand up and down in a gesture meant to comfort. Then Draco was there beside Harry.

Snape felt totally at peace, and he gathered Harry and Draco close, kissing the top of their heads in turn. "I am glad that the two of you had survived the War," he said quietly.

"Where did you go, Severus?" Harry asked, lifting his head and looking at him in concern.

"And what happened to you?" Draco added a question of his own.

"A mission. I did not tell the Headmaster about it, but I had to leave you," Snape replied, and his black eyes went distant. "I could not give Lucius the chance to rejoin Voldemort." He shook his head slightly, then saw Draco and Harry looking at him with understanding in their eyes.

"You could have told us, Severus," Draco said, and his fingers brushed the side of Snape's cheek tenderly. "We would have understood."

"And you could have spared us from being worried," Harry interjected sternly. "We nearly tore down the dungeon walls to look for you."

"Who were those Muggles, Severus?" Draco inquired curiously.

"I was hurt, and I had lost my memories, for a while. They stumbled upon me and cared for me," Snape replied with a slight smile. And they were generous although I was rude to them. "They came to make sure that I am who I said I am."

"Why didn't you give us a message or something?" Harry's voice broke, and Snape looked at him in surprise. He blinked, then frowned, not comprehending why Harry and Draco gave him similar sorrowful looks.

"Moody even dug out a grave for you, you know," Draco whispered and kissed Snape's cheek.

Snape swore, unable to believe what the young Slytherin had said.

"But Harry remained stubborn � he insisted on seeing the evidence before he would mark the gravestone," Draco continued.

"Then I'm glad that you are still so stubborn," Snape said to Harry, feeling quite indignant. "What made you think that I was dead?"

"You disappeared for thirty-two days!" Harry barked, and Snape had the feeling that the Gryffindor had deliberately omitted 'you git' from his statement. "Without a word! No trace at all! What in the hell did you think we would think?"

Snape looked at Harry with faint amusement. He had no idea why, but he thought that Harry looked adorable while he fumed. Harry was still glaring and he decided to give the young wizard a surprise of his own.

He hesitated; Snape had never kissed either of them before and he was a little uncertain of how he should go about doing it. I still think of them as my students. The Potions Master sighed and took hold of Harry by the waist firmly. There was a flicker of astonishment in Harry's malachite-green eyes as Snape leaned forward, and kissed him deeply.

His heart was beating rapidly for some reason, and Harry was swaying slightly, as though the Gryffindor had trouble keeping himself upright. Harry's obvious response to the kiss made him want to be dominant, and he did. He sucked at Harry's tongue fiercely and teased it to dance.

When they broke off, Harry's eyes bore a dreamy look and he trembled slightly. Snape was not feeling too steady himself. Then he caught sight of Draco, who grinned widely.

"And what is so amusing, Draco?" Snape demanded.

"Nothing, Severus," the young Slytherin replied in a feigned, innocent tone.

"Come here," Snape commanded. Draco came forward meekly. "Were you laughing at Harry?"

Draco looked guiltily at Harry, but the Gryffindor's mind was still somewhere distant.

"Then let us see how you would react to this, my prince," Snape purred and fiercely kissed Draco. To his own amusement, he felt Draco trying to dominate him. Snape's principles would not allow it, however. After a few minutes, he felt Draco's determination waver. The hands that were wrapped about him had tightened, as though it was all Draco could do to remain standing. Snape had won � for now.

They parted and Draco sauntered over to Harry and whispered something in the Gryffindor's ear. Since Snape had spent most of his time watching the two brats, he knew that he was going to be in trouble. Draco was grinning wickedly, and Harry's eyes were alight with mischief. However, the mysterious air was broken by a loud grumble. Draco's cheeks reddened slightly in embarrassment as Harry laughed.

"Shall I cook dinner?" Harry offered after he regained his composure.

"Er, no, Harry. Please, I will cook dinner tonight," Draco said quickly after glancing in Snape's direction. "Let's not give him too much ammunition tonight."

"What's this?" Snape asked casually.

"I just don't cook very well," Harry shrugged. "Not without assistance anyway."

"And you received an Outstanding grade in Potions?" Snape growled, advancing towards Harry. However, it was hard for him to maintain his displeasure, especially when Harry was suddenly pressing against his front. Snape gave a soft hiss as Draco nuzzled at the back of his neck.

"It's not really his fault, Severus. He's somewhat absent-minded and his eyes tend to glaze over so often. That's why he kept missing lines of instructions," Draco said in his ear. "Come on, let's go and fix a meal for all of us."

~*~

Snape merely watched as Harry and Draco cleaned the kitchen after their dinner and then he smiled as he caught the two wizards giving a somewhat moony look at each other. He leaned back in his dining chair, and sighed contentedly.

He felt better than he had ever been in the past four weeks now that he had shared his experience with very willing listeners. Then it was his turn to listen as Draco and Harry gave him an account of what happened during their last week of school and the final duel between Harry and the Dark Lord. Snape thought for the tenth time that evening that Harry was really lucky to have Hermione Granger and the Weasleys as his friends.

The Knight of Hogwarts � as Harry was called now � had admitted that without them, Hogwarts would not be standing on the cliffs overlooking the Black Lake.

"It was really touch-and-go back there. Voldemort had nothing to lose, and I had my foster family members to watch out for," Harry had said with a sad smile.

"We have to go out tomorrow and ship all of Severus's belongings here," Draco was saying to Harry.

"Eleven in the morning," Harry agreed.

Snape cleared his throat, raising his left eyebrow as both looked at him. "Excuse me, but I think I should be the one making that decision."

"I'm sorry, Severus, dear," Draco said gaily, "but we are giving you no choice but to move in."

Harry gave him a serious look. "Please. This house is big enough for the three of us. I would really � we would really like to be with you."

"Let's bring Sev up to the bedroom," Draco announced and Snape allowed himself to be tugged, and followed the two wizards to the second floor of the mansion.

"Sev?"

"It's shorter." Draco shrugged. "Sev, how would you react if I were to shout 'Sev' every time you're in another part of the house?"

"Don't you dare think about making me walk from one place to another," Snape warned.

"I think we should establish a house-rule right now," Harry said suddenly, and the two Slytherins froze. Snape watched the Gryffindor speculatively. "No hexing on each other."

"You'd better rephrase that, Harry. There are a great deal of hexes that I know of and they would certainly lighten up our romantic lives," Draco said with a mischievous grin.

"All right, how about this: Thou shall not hex the other to cause bodily harm when thou are in a fit of anger."

"Sounds fine."

"Shall we soak for a while? My shoulder is aching again," Harry said.

"Soak?" Snape repeated and raised his eyebrow skeptically.

"His idea of luxury, Severus," Draco replied with a smile. "He can't be bothered with shower stalls so he, Bill and Charlie Weasley, and Lupin fixed hot pools. Inside the house."

"At least it's better than just cleaning ourselves with magic," Harry said with a snort. "I didn't expect to find out that you're a thrifty person."

They had entered the west wing of the mansion, and Harry had opened the first door in sight. Draco entered first and beckoned at Snape to come in.

The first thing that Snape saw when coming into the room was the huge bed positioned in the middle of the spacious room. "And how did you get to buy a bed that big?" were the first words that he had uttered as he had taken in the size of the furniture.

"Luck, purely," Harry snickered. "I didn't know that Knockturn Alley sells all kinds of kinky stuff." The Gryffindor walked up to the bed and patted the cream-colored sheets fondly. "This bed was made for our kind of purpose."

"Did you have to corrupt him, Draco?"

"It's not like we had someone to breathe down our necks," Malfoy responded with a rather steely look. Snape sighed; Draco and Harry seemed to be still angry about his disappearance.

He looked around. The room had many windows but all were covered up with matching beige-colored heavy draperies. There was not much in the way of furniture in the room and it was sparsely decorated with accessories such as paintings, sculptures and potted plants.

I think a few bookcases would be nice.

What he really liked about the bedroom was its floorboards. It was nice to look at something else than grey stones for a change.

"Do you like the room, Severus?" Harry asked anxiously.

"Yes, I do." Snape smiled and watched as the emerald-eyed man started to glow.

Draco came up to him, took his hand, and took Harry's in his free hand. They entered the bathroom that was almost equal to the size of the bedroom. As Draco had mentioned, there were two pools in the room, where one was much smaller than the second one. Snape saw that there were three wardrobes and his eyes were immediately drawn to the black one in the middle of the brown ones.

"He really likes black, doesn't he?" he heard Harry say to Draco.

"That's mine?"

"Yes, Severus. That is yours."

Snape swallowed as he witnessed Draco undressing the third wizard.

"The smaller pool's for washing our bodies as well as for clothing, Severus, and the second one is where we soak and relax," Harry continued. "The second one is kind of a group activity."

"You go and wash up first, and then Sev, and then me," Draco said. Then he cast a heating spell on both pools.

"Draco, you're being really obvious, you know," Harry said cryptically. He eyed Snape in a way that made the older wizard flush in pleasure.

It really helped Snape that although Harry was naked and that there were two people in the room admiring his body, he remained cool and not � excited.

Draco then focused on undressing him, and Snape had to fight not to squirm beneath the young wizard's questing fingers. He managed to glower at Draco when the latter caressed his inner thighs.

Snape replaced Harry in the 'wash' pool and bathed, all the while gazing at Draco as the wizard undressed. "Dear Merlin�" Snape had not realized that he had said those words aloud � his stomach churned as his eyes took in the welts and marred skin of Draco's chest and back. Fortunately, he did not see any signs that indicated that the lower part of his body was abused. Snape shook his head and dunked under the surface to wash his hair.

Once he was done washing, he heaved himself up the ledge before joining Harry in the other pool. There was a sound of water being flushed. When he turned back to the wash pool, he saw Draco standing by it, tapping his foot impatiently as new clean water refilled the pool.

"Eye-candy," Harry murmured and drifted closer towards him. Snape reached out to hold him and Harry relaxed against him, his head resting on Snape's shoulder. Snape smiled and closed his eyes, and concentrated on how his body was being soothed by the hot water.

Draco joined them five minutes later. Snape was jolted out of his reverie at a huge splash. "Draco," he started, and looked at the puddles of water on the bathroom tiles disapprovingly.

"Don't worry about it, Severus. He did it, he'll clean up," Harry said, smiling. "He does it every time."

"Did I miss out a lot of things, Harry?" Severus murmured into the damp black hair.

"Not very much," Draco replied as he waded through the water and came up against Snape. Both wizards groaned as their bodies met.

"Don't be unfair to Harry," Snape chided gently.

"No, you're not," a husky voice whispered, and Snape felt himself being pushed forward.

Snape felt warmth on his back, as Harry covered it with his chest. Then Snape was pulled backwards gently, and rested comfortably on the Gryffindor. He could feel his erection grow, and Draco's smile became triumphant and wicked.

"We have to change your bandage later, Harry," Draco said as he ran his hands up and down the Potions Master's chest.

"Aha," Harry muttered, planting kisses on Snape's shoulder.

Snape could not help himself � he moaned as Draco and Harry lavished their attention on him. One arm reached out and cradled the back of Draco's neck and he pulled the blond closer. Snape kissed the younger Slytherin hungrily. One of his hands slipped down to cup Draco's hot erection and he stroked the organ. Draco gave a soft whimper and teased Snape's nipples.

Harry nibbled at his ear and he used his left hand to stroke Snape's growing arousal.

Bloody hell. Snape could hardly believe that this was happening to him. He pulled away from Draco, gasping for breath. He barely had the chance to breathe when Harry had tilted his head back and was giving him a slow, passionate kiss.

"Harry," Draco hissed. "The bed � now."

"Yes, bed," Harry agreed, sighing happily.

"Please�" Draco whimpered, driving himself forcefully in Snape's fist.

The trip back to the bedroom was a blur, and there was a sudden change of roles. Harry had found himself on the bed flat on his back, while two Slytherins were all over him.

A roster might be a good idea. The thought flashed into Snape's mind, but vanished as he caught the Gryffindor's lips for another kiss. He stole a quick glance to see what Draco was doing, and moaned as he watched the young Slytherin licking Harry's hard erection.

The Gryffindor undulated on the bed, moaned and arched as his body begged to be pleased. Snape felt the bed shift � Draco was crawling up on the bed, his grey eyes dark with lust. Snape released Harry's lips and Draco claimed them next.

The Potions Master slid lower and kissed Harry's chest, ran his hand down the muscular abdomen, but stopped short at the Gryffindor's navel. Harry's hips arched off the bed, and Snape resolutely held them down with one hand.

"Patience, Potter," he and Draco purred at exactly the same time. Snape met Draco's eyes and they came to a silent agreement.

~*~

Harry breathed heavily and watched as Draco joined Snape, and the two Slytherins flanked him on each side of his hips. Something was crawling up his wet, bandaged arm and he looked down in confusion.

"Severus � what�?"

He had trouble focusing on the thing that was twining around his arm and his shoulder. Then he felt it slid up to his neck � it felt cold. There was a soft hiss, and then a purr.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself," Severus told him in a strange voice. "Don't worry; it's not really a snake."

He should be frightened but he was not. He even relaxed into the grip of the snake-like thing that was holding his arm protectively. His lust did not waver, and he focused his emerald eyes back to the wizards studying his body.

"Beautiful, isn't he, Severus?" Draco sighed, brushing one finger on the tip of Harry's straining shaft.

"Magnificent," the older wizard agreed, and brushed his lips on Harry's right thigh.

Harry's cock jumped in excitement.

"Shall we?" Draco looked inquiringly at Snape, who nodded.

Harry hardly breathed as both wizards rearranged themselves, bringing their faces close together. He watched as Snape and Draco exchanged a fiery kiss, their tongues working and sliding in and out. Pre-emission oozed out from the small slit and Harry groaned. It was depraving, the way he enjoyed watching the two wizards kiss.

"Draco � Severus�." He hissed, and then cried out in need. The two Slytherins turned their eyes on him in unison. Harry could have melt if that was possible. His stomach tightened as he drank in the burning gazes of his lovers.

"Tell us, Harry," Draco said in a beseeching kind of tone. "What do you want us to do?"

Gods � they're killing me�. "Suck me," he panted.

"It shall be as you command," Snape responded, but not mockingly.

Harry's eyes almost crossed when two tongues swiped at the clear liquid pooling on the top of his cockhead. He was in heaven � no words could describe what he was feeling as the two Slytherins pleasured him with their tongue.

"Oh god, Severus!" he cried out as Snape wrapped his beautiful lips around his cockhead and sucked gently. Draco slithered under Snape and took Harry's nuts into his mouth.

His mind reeled with the double assault. Wherever Snape and Draco touched him, he felt as though their hands were burning and he screamed in beautiful agony. Someone brushed teasingly at his entrance � it was Draco. Harry forced his eyes open a second later to witness Snape sucking on Draco's index finger. When Snape completed his task on slicking the digit with his saliva, he returned to lick Harry's erection.

His heart hammered furiously in his chest and felt himself drawing in Draco's finger eagerly.

"Join me," he heard Draco whisper to Snape. Obligingly, the older wizard slipped two fingers into Draco's mouth, all the while continuing to stroke Harry with his tongue.

Harry humped his arse onto Draco's probing finger, and listened as the silver-haired wizard swore, urging Snape to insert his fingers in.

"I want you to have him, Severus," Draco panted, his finger thrusting in and out of Harry's tight entrance. "I want to see you fuck him."

"Oh yes�" Harry hissed as he felt Snape's fingers on him, and eased in slowly. "Oh god � yes!"

Harry writhed and humped, and endured the great waves of pleasure as the Slytherins prepared him. Their fingers brushed teasingly at his prostate gland occasionally, until Snape whispered to Draco that he wanted to hear Harry beg for either of them to take him.

"No," Draco said, shaking his head. "He's yours tonight, Severus. It's only fair that you get him now." Draco and Severus massaged his gland furiously and Harry yelled, his cock throbbing forcefully.

"Stop! Stop! You're making me come!" Harry managed to pull his body off the fingers and winced slightly at the pain he felt in his haste to get away from their wicked fingers.

Harry was glad for the reprieve. "Suck his cock, Draco. I want him in me now." He loved playing this game. Although he was the bottom tonight, he could order the 'toppers' to do as he wanted. His other boyfriend eagerly followed his instructions.

He studied Snape's tense body. He would not have believed how sensuous the Potions Master looked as he sat on his heels, his erection buried in Draco's mouth. Snape's eyes held a feral, menacing look, and he stared unwaveringly at Harry.

"Severus�" Harry called the wizard in an almost serpentine hiss. Snape jerked away from Draco's mouth and crept towards him. "Yes, I want you. I want to feel you inside me. I want you to come inside. Make me yours, Severus." The Gryffindor enticed the older wizard with his words.

Snape took hold of his cock and positioned it at Harry's entrance. The latter felt the cool, blunt head against his hole and edged his ass forward. Snape groaned and pushed.

"Harry�" Snape whispered as he slowly pulled his cock out, then pushed it back in.

Harry grunted and moaned each time Snape slammed into him, and felt the way the shaft caressed his insides as it slid up and down. He watched Snape's expression, and nearly came upon looking at the wizard's obvious pleasure.

"Draco," Harry croaked. The younger Slytherin stroked his own cock furiously, as he avidly watched Snape's shaft plundering into Harry. "Come here." He reached out and stroked Draco's oozing erection in his hand.

"Harry," Draco whispered and slid his cock into the Gryffindor's mouth.

He licked and suckled his lover, being very careful not to use his teeth, even when Snape surprised him by pounding into him furiously. Snape's cock raked over his prostate gland repeatedly and his climax began to build up again. Harry belatedly realized that Snape was stroking his cock quickly, and he heard harsh pants coming from the older wizard as Snape drove himself closer and closer to completion.

"Uh � I'm going to come now, Harry," Snape announced in a harsh voice. "God � I'm going to come inside you."

Draco began to fuck into his mouth and Harry allowed himself to be used. He used his tongue to lick the shaft plunging down his throat. He could not think; all he could feel was the cock reaming his insides, and the cock throbbing inside his throat. Snape cried sharply, and Harry felt hot liquid spraying inside him.

Snape's orgasm triggered his, and his seed shot out of his cock in forceful bursts, spattering all over Snape's hand and his stomach. Harry screamed and Draco pulled his erection out of the Gryffindor's mouth.

The silver-haired wizard leaned back, and his cock jutted out over Harry's face. He pumped it roughly and the Gryffindor reclining on the bed opened his mouth and hungrily drank the white, creamy liquid as it spurted onto his face.

"Yeah, drink it all up, love. Drink it all," Draco cried, jerking and squeezing his seed out of his cock.

It was some time later when the three of them prepared for bed. Wordlessly, Snape lay between the two of them, and Harry and Draco snuggled up against him, sighing contentedly.

"I don't think I quite understand what happened earlier," Snape said, glancing curiously at Harry.

"Well, it would be rather boring if the bottom just acts submissive, wouldn't it?" Harry said a little smugly. He jumped when Snape pinched him decisively on the thigh. "Anyway, next time, it's your turn. So � get imaginative."

Harry and Draco chuckled at Snape's bewildered expression.

"I can't wait," Draco said, kissing Snape's earlobe.

"I am not as young as the two of you, if you haven't noticed," the Potions Master said drily.

"Oh, we noticed," Harry said impishly and casually ran his hand down Snape's naked groin. "We're willing to wait."

"Or maybe we could put up a show for the slowpoke first, Harry," Draco said.

Harry growled playfully, and Snape blushed even harder.

All through the night, Harry and Draco explored Snape's body, touching him frequently as though to reassure themselves that he was there for real. It was only until Snape barked at them to sleep that they stopped their wandering hands, and resumed their harmless snuggling. All three fell asleep, their fingers tightly entwined with each other's.

~ The End ~
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