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Harry took a fortifying
breath before he knocked on Professor Snape�s office door. He had detention
with his loathsome professor and didn�t want to start out on the wrong foot by
being late.
�Enter!�
The word sounded clear, even
through the thick and very heavy door. Harry walked into the darkened room,
squinting as his eyes tried to adjust. He spotted his cantankerous professor
all but blending in with the shadows in the darkness.
�Don�t
just stand there, Potter. Get in and close the door.�
Harry hurried to comply. He
really didn�t feel like doing anything to further incense his professor,
therefore ensuring a short and smooth detention�hopefully�maybe�then again,
probably not. Most likely not.
�I�m here for my detention,
sir.� Almost immediately, Harry wished he could take the words back. He could
feel the droll stare the Potions Master leveled at him.
�I realize that, Potter, as
I wouldn�t saddle myself with your presence for my pleasure. Now, since I am
to deal with your being here, I want to limit my exposure to imbecilic things
to the bare minimum. Therefore, you will be grading the first year�s essays. I
am hoping, however fleeting it may be, that the task is not above even your
comprehension and abilities.�
Harry hid his surprise at
the nature of the task and just silently nodded. He walked to Snape�s desk and
picked up the pile of paper the dour man pointed to, then sat down at a table
and began the arduous task of reading through an essay.
Time passed unnoticed and
quietly with Snape doing whatever, and Harry reading and marking. He was about
one quarter through the pile when he came to the conclusion that he now had a
better understanding of why Snape was so crabby and always complained. Forget about
all the humiliation of childhood, the danger of being a spy and living life on
a dangerous knife�s edge, forget about being Slytherin; no, the man had such a
piss-poor, rotten, bad attitude because he taught a bunch of incompetent
students who didn�t know which way to stand a cauldron.
If his essays were half as
bad when he was in first year, (and he admitted, if only to himself, that they
were probably twice as bad; at least until he became friends with Hermione),
then he better understood--at least some of--Snape�s animosity towards him, in
particular, and students, in general.
Harry had just reached for
another essay when the door opened. He looked up, startled, at whoever would
have the audacity to barge in on Professor Snape. Harry very much doubted the
Headmaster would even enter the Potion Master�s domain with out express
permission.
When Harry saw the identity
of the intruder, he understood the lack of knocking. Lucius Malfoy was a common
addition to Snape�s office. Since the end of the war, of which Lucius was on
the side of Light, the two men were practically inseparable. Harry suspected
that the two had endured many of the same trials and tribulations, and so
needed the companionship of one who could easily understand: each other.
Oftentimes, the two men
would go into Snape�s private chamber. Harry had no idea what they did in
there, although he could guess. A mental picture of them both sitting in
wing-backed chairs, in front of a fire, both drinking brandy and discussing the
state of today�s economy, wearing those funny red hats and funky robes with the
ascot, flitted through Harry�s mind. Of course, his mind would venture off into
a distinctly less innocent path.
Lucius Malfoy was a
beautiful specimen of human aestheticism. His flaxen hair was long, shiny and
silky looking. It was always perfectly done; whether it was loose, tied back,
or done up in a braid. His stormy grey eyes never seemed to miss a thing. His
skin was perfect also; pale porcelain complexion; and his physique, he was a man
in his prime who took great pride in how he looked. The man was lean and
muscular without being bulky or ostentatious.
Severus Snape was dark
where Lucius was light. Dark, inky black hair and dark obsidian eyes were the
Professor�s looks. His skin was pale, not like Lucius�, but pale due to lack of
light. He was lean and sinewy, his muscles finely layered atop bone. While the
two were opposites, they were complimentary opposites. It was like different
sides of the same coin, and Harry�s imagination always ran away with him
whenever Lucius Malfoy came to visit the Potion�s Professor.
Harry stared hard at the
door, as if that would grant him the ability to see through it. It was useless,
he knew, but he was curious as to what went on behind that door. Harry shook
his head and pushed back his insatiable curiosity. Such things never had served
him well while in Snape�s domain.
Harry tried to return his
attention to the essays Snape had, surprisingly, given him to grade. But it was
useless as his concentration was broken. He went back to guessing what they
were doing. Maybe they were playing chess, or exploding snap. Harry smiled at
that. Maybe they were throwing darts at a picture of the Headmaster, or maybe
even of himself. Or maybe they were daintily sipping tea and discussing their
favorite authors. Harry snorted at that mental picture.
�Would
you care to share what you find so humorous, Mr. Potter?�
Harry started at the
cultured tones. He turned, only to find himself trapped in Lucius Malfoy�s
piercing grey gaze. His shirt was partially undone, and the sleeves rolled up.
�Um, not
really?� Harry swallowed; for some reason, those undone buttons
completely undid Harry�s already limited composure.
�I find my curiosity
aroused�Harry.� Oh but that voice was as smooth as velvet.
�I�was just�grading some
first year�s essays. It�s amazing, some of the things they come up with. I
think I can better understand Professor Snape�s intolerance and sour demeanor.�
Lucius walked closer,
although walked wasn�t quite the correct term. Stalked was more accurate.
�Indeed. I�m sure Severus
will be delighted to hear so.� Lucius� voice was pitched lower, and fairly
vibrated through Harry. Harry swallowed nervously, and licked his suddenly dry
lips.
�Either that sir, or despair
at having something in common with me.�
Lucius laughed, and it was
deep and husky and dark, sending flashes of midnight and velvet across Harry�s
mind.
�Perhaps you should tell
him.�
�You�re joking, right? I�m
not interrupting Professor Snape, especially not while I�m serving a detention
for the man.� Harry was incredulous, even more so when Lucius came closer.
He approached Harry, gently
took the quill from his hand and carefully laid it on the table. Then he
grabbed Harry�s hand and pulled him up. Harry was helpless against the sudden
need to follow Lucius. He followed Lucius across the class room, up some stairs
and into a sitting room. He followed Lucius right to Severus Snape.
Snape was sitting in a very
comfortable looking chair. It was a hunter green color, and had a mate set
crossways from it. Both were in front of a cozy looking fire. A large sheep
skin rug lay in front of the fire. Book shelves lined the walls, arcane and
funky looking knick-knacks were scattered throughout the room. In fact, the
room looked normal and lived in. It looked nothing like something he�d imagine
belonging to Professor Snape, Potion�s Master to Hogwarts, Harry Potter�s
number one tormentor. It seemed human, a term he rarely, if ever, associated
with his teacher.
Snape looked up from the
book he was reading and spotted the two arrivals. He seemed decidedly
unsurprised to see Harry Potter standing at the thresh hold of his private, personal,
restricted, barred-from-students, rooms. The man set the book down on a small
side table, enabling Harry to get a good look at him.
Gone were the Potion
Professor�s robes. He was wearing his crisp, white shirt, partly unbuttoned;
much like Lucius�. The sleeves were rolled up to mid forearm, and the shirt
tails were un-tucked. He still wore a black vest that was completely
unbuttoned.
The casualness exuding from
the usually stoic and uptight man shocked Harry, a lot.
�You have a habit of standing
in people�s doorways, Mr. Potter. Either come in or go
back, but don�t just stand there.�
A hand coming to rest on
his lower back propelled Harry into the room. He immediately felt the warmth,
both from the fire and from Lucius� hand. He was guided to a point immediately
in front of Snape. After that, the hand disappeared and Lucius dropped to sit
in the empty seat.
The silence was awkward, at
least for Harry. He felt�comfortable in his teacher�s private rooms; a feeling
that made him uncomfortable. It was weird. When Harry made no effort to break
the silence, Snape sighed and looked at Lucius.
�You gave him first year�s
essays to grade, Severus?�
A small quirking of lips
and the man answered, �Of course. You don�t think I�d grade those when I could
push them off onto someone else, do you? They�d give me a headache or force me
into a homicidal haze.�

Lucius nodded sagely and replied, �It would seem
Harry Potter empathizes more easily with you.�
�Ah, well then, the night
was not a complete loss. Perhaps this may force him into performing better in
class and at actually attempting an effort in his own essays.�
�I am standing right
here. You know. You two don�t have to
talk about me as if I�m not in the room.�
Both sets of eyes turned to
him and Harry immediately wished he�d kept his mouth shut. Having even one set
of those eyes trained directly on him was unnerving, but both at once was
doubly so. He gulped and took an involuntary step back before consciously
steeling his spine and staying his ground.
Yes, he was alone in a room
with two Dark Wizards. He was Harry Potter and had defeated the Dark Lord. He
could stand up to Lucius Malfoy and Severus Snape. Maybe.
Harry started tapping his fingers against his thigh, a nervous habit he�d tried
many times to break.
�You are right, Harry. It�s
terribly rude of us not to include you.�
Harry narrowed his eyes at
Lucius� words. He didn�t entirely trust the blond, and he had a sixth sense
about certain things. Lucius was up to no good.
�I think I shall just
return to grading those essays. You two continue doing�whatever and I�ll
just--�
Harry was cut off abruptly
when Lucius grabbed his wrist. It didn�t hurt, and oddly, Harry didn�t feel any
sense of alarm. His heart did, however, skip a beat. He turned to look into the
tempestuous grey eyes of Lucius Malfoy. There was something hidden within their
depths that Harry couldn�t exactly identify, but it made him inexplicably
excited.
�Stay.� It was a plea and a
demand rolled together. Harry turned to look at his professor and was surprised
to find that same something in his eyes as in Lucius�.
He felt Lucius get up from
the seat and circle around Harry, coming in so close, but not touching. He
gulped and still stared at his professor. He felt warm breath whisper across
his neck, his ear.
�You don�t really want to
leave, do you Harry? You see, we don�t want you to go either. Would you like to
know why?�
Harry nodded his head and
licked his lips.
�It�s like this, Harry,
Severus and I,� *lick,* �want,� *lick* �you.� Here Lucius nibbled on Harry�s
ear.
Harry�s eyes widened and
his knees began to shake.
�You seem surprised,
Harry.� And oh, that dark chocolate purr of Snape�s further reduced Harry to
mush. The midnight chuckle from behind him didn�t help.
Harry once again licked his
lips. �I�m�very surprised.� The words were mere exhalations of breath.
�Silly
boy.� Lucius latched his mouth onto Harry�s neck, sucking hard. The
sensations travel straight to Harry�s stomach; his cock.
�We would like nothing more
than to fuck you; to be buried so deep inside you there�s no telling us apart.
We want to touch you, taste your skin, listen to your
moans, your screams of pleasure. Because you�d scream, wouldn�t you, Harry.�
Harry gasped at the words
and at the feel of the vibrations on his neck from where Lucius was talking,
and sucking. He knew he�d have a mark, and he rejoiced in it. He could feel his
skin start to flush with arousal. All the while, he kept his eyes locked with
Snape�s. It was the only thing keeping him semi-together. He�d not had much
practice with anything sex related, other than that disastrous kiss with Cho.
This was beginning to overload his already hormonal seventeen year old brain.
Snape was watching with what
appeared to be professional interest, as if he was studying one of his many
potions. Harry would have thought he was completely disinterested if it weren�t
for the slight flush on his cheeks, or the bulge in his trousers. He was
reminded of Lucius� presence when he felt two strong hands pull his robe off.
It wasn�t until that moment
that Harry noticed how warm he�d gotten. Next his tie was undone, but not
removed. Then Lucius started to unbutton Harry�s shirt. At this point, Severus
stood up and came forward. He moved to stand directly in front of Harry,
seeming to tower over the Gryffindor. An intent staring contest commenced
before Snape bent down and promptly kissed Harry. It was�wet, but deliciously
so, not at all like that horrible kiss with Cho Chang. Severus traced along
Harry�s lips with his tongue before he caressed along the seam, asking,
demanding that Harry open his mouth, and admit the slick muscle.
He gasped into the kiss
when his shirt was opened and spread apart, and two aristocratic, graceful
hands found his nipples, pinching and tweaking, and a midnight voice rumbled in
his ear, telling him all the things the two Slytherins were going to do to him.
It was�stimulating. Harry fully hardened at the images flashing through his
mind from Lucius� words and Severus� mouth.
Those hands lowered and
tickled over Harry�s stomach, while Severus� moved up and pushed Harry�s shirt
off his shoulders, sliding it down his arms, and leaving it bunched at his
wrists, trapping them behind him. The Potion�s Master backed off, breathing
harshly, eyes bright, and lips swollen. Harry found his legs even more wobbly
than before and had to lean back into Lucius� embrace.
Lucius lowered his hands to
Harry�s belt, undoing it and his trousers. The zipper sounded obscene and oh so
delicious. Harry groaned when the material was spread apart. He groaned again
when he felt Lucius grinding his erection against his lower back, prominently
showing his interest.
It wasn�t Lucius� hands
that reached into Harry�s pants and freed his cock, but Severus�. They were
slightly chilly, only adding to the stimulation of his overheated flesh.
Severus lowered his head and quickly kissed Harry�s lips before moving to trail
his lips along Harry�s jaw, down his neck, biting and nipping before he reached
Harry�s already stimulated nipples.
He took one between his
lips and sucked, then gently bit. Harry�s hands dug into Lucius� legs, his hips
trying to buck and grind back into the erection from behind, but Lucius� hands
held his hips completely still.
Severus nibbled and laved
Harry�s nipple, then moved to give his other the same attention. Lucius, again,
whispered in his midnight velvet voice.
�Doesn�t he look good on
his knees, worshipping your body? His mouth is sinful, yet oh so divine.
Imagine it on your cock, sucking and licking. Or lower, rimming your hole? I
guarantee you�ll love it.�
Harry groaned at the words,
and the pictures they inspired. But he didn�t need to imagine it; Severus was
licking and kissing, biting and nibbling his way down Harry�s chest, his
stomach, until he, finally, finally, reached the center of Harry�s need; the
stiff cock the Potion Professor held in his elegant hands.
Harry watched, in a daze,
as his previously believed most hated teacher, hungrily licked his erection.
Harry gasped and would have fallen had Lucius not had such a strong hold on
him. Harry was watching his teacher suck him off, and he didn�t think he was
going to last all that long. He was frustrated that his movement was stilted by
Lucius� hands griping his hips; he couldn�t thrust into that deliciously warm,
moist mouth.
Severus� slender hands came
up and cradled his balls, weighing them in his hands. Harry moaned loudly, only
to be cut off when Lucius kissed him, hard; his tongue flicking in and out of
Harry�s mouth, somehow in synch with Severus� sucking Harry�s cock in and out
of his mouth. He felt the back of Severus� throat many times.
It kept up, Severus�
assault on his cock and Lucius never letting up on the kiss, not even to let
Harry breath. Harry was forced to breath from his nose; a very hard thing to do
while being kissed and moaning and breathing heavily from the stimulation.
Harry was a seventeen year
old boy who wasn�t experienced in sex, and the sensations were becoming almost
too much. The suction and warmth from Severus� mouth and Lucius� kiss brought
him to the brink, but couldn�t quite seem to push him over in to bliss. That
was until he felt a strong hand ghost down his back and across his cloth
covered ass, squeezing a full globe. Instantly his trousers and pants were
pushed down around his knees, and one long finger glided along the crease of
his ass. That finger grazed down until it reached that patch of skin just below
his bollocks, and then pressed. Harry lost it moaning loudly into Lucius� mouth
as he ejaculated into Severus� mouth.
Harry sagged back against
Lucius, finally taking a deep breath through his mouth when the blond finally
pulled back. He looked down when Lucius tilted his head, indicating he should
do so. The sight of Severus licking his lips of any excess semen of Harry�s
sent another round of shivers through the Gryffindor. There was something taboo
about his teacher on his knees before Harry; taboo and immeasurably arousing.
However, even while in a subservient position, pleasuring Harry, the man never
lost any of his dominance.
Severus fluidly stood up;
bringing Harry�s trousers up also, and leaned over to kiss Lucius. Harry was
almost mournful of the fact that he couldn�t see it due to his position between
the two men, but the sight of Severus� bare neck proved too enticing. He leaned
forward and pressed a hesitant kiss on the bare patch of skin. His tongue
snaked out and licked at it; and Harry found he liked the taste. It was slightly
salty, with an undercurrent of musk, sweat, and oddly enough, peaches.
He used his tongue to trace
along Severus� collar bone. He made a sad whine when the man pulled back. He
looked down at Harry with lust-hazed eyes and arousal flushed cheeks. His lips
were swollen from Lucius� kiss and giving Harry a blow-job.
�I believe we should move
to a more comfortable setting.� Severus� voice was low and husky; a natural
response to having someone�s cock hitting the back of his throat.
Harry didn�t respond verbally,
he didn�t need to. He was led through a door that opened to a large bedroom.
Harry only gave it a cursory glance, as he was much more interested in the two
men accompanying him and in the large bed that dominated the room. It was large
and seemingly too ostentatious for the dour Potion�s Master. Harry cast a
glance at Lucius and changed his opinion about the bed. If he had a man like
Lucius Malfoy in his bed, he�d get a king sized one too.
Harry was guided to a
chair, where he was instructed to sit. He did and watched the two adults move
toward one another. It was erotic to watch them. They both moved gracefully,
yet differently. Lucius moved like silk, smooth and flowingly. Severus moved
like shadows, quietly and hidden. The two were so alike, yet so different. He
watched as Severus finished unbuttoning Lucius� shirt, removing it from his
shoulders.
Harry felt voyeuristic,
like he was somehow intruding. He noticed the subtle touches Severus gave
Lucius; a brush along his neck, a caress along his cheek, a look; that
indicated this was more than a mere comfort fuck. But Harry took solace in the
fact that he was invited; they wanted him here.
He watched avidly as the
two men undressed one another, reverently. Again, Harry had to push down the
feeling of intruding. Finally the two men were completely undressed, and Harry
was breathless, and once again painfully aroused. They got on the bed, eyes
completely trained on the other, seeming to have completely forgotten about
Harry. Harry couldn�t find it in him to feel left out, not at the beautiful and
inspiring display in front of him. The tangle of limbs and body parts made him
want to join even more. Yet Harry made no motion to move, nor would he until further
invited.
�Harry, get undressed.�
Harry didn�t really know who made the order, but he wasn�t about to refuse. He
bent down and removed his trainers and socks. Then his hands went to the waist
of his trousers, never done up after the activities in the sitting room. Aware
of the two sets of eyes trained on him, Harry forced himself to go slowly,
teasing the two men. He neatly folded his trousers and placed them on the chair
he previously occupied. Then he removed his shirt the rest of the way, leaving
the tie. He folded his shirt and set up on top of his trousers. Next his hooked
his hand in the waist band of his drawers, and finally he looked up.
The sight
of two men, cocks standing tall and leaking, staring hungrily at him, caused
Harry�s already half hard erection to fully harden. Lucius had his erection
in hand, leisurely stroking it, while Severus tweaked his own nipples, then
licked and sucked his fingers.
Harry threw out his plan of
slow and teasing and flew out of his drawers, but made no move towards the bed.
Only when Severus and Lucius bid him closer did Harry climb on the bed and
crawl towards the two men.
He let out a gasp when
Lucius grabbed his arm and pulled him up, then rolled on top of him, settling
between the youth�s legs. He lowered his head and crushed his lips to the
younger man�s, and ground his hips, and erection, into Harry�s. Harry spread
his legs wider, bumping one of them against his professor�s.
Suddenly, Lucius rolled
over, bringing Harry with him, resting the smaller wizard on top of him, never
breaking the kiss. A set of warm hands grasped both globes of his ass and
spread them apart. A warm, slick tongue traced along the curve, slowly inching
closer to the clenching hole. Harry moaned appreciatively.
He pulled back from the
enticing mouth beneath him and moaned when that tongue slipped inside, warm
saliva coating those insides, the muscle slipping past the ring of muscles of
his anus. It was not something Harry had ever imagined in his darkest
fantasies. He couldn�t help but slightly rock his hips, eliciting a moan from
the blond beneath him. His cock brushed up against Lucius�, a line of wetness
drawing a trail along his thigh and stomach.
Harry gasped when a finger
joined the tongue, sliding inside, caressing his inner walls. He canted his
hips when a second finger was added. Lucius licked,
bit and nibbled a path along Harry�s outstretched neck. He squirmed a bit in
discomfort when a third finger was added, but a hand grabbing his erection and
pumping and pulling, completely distracted him from the slight pain.
He supposed, in the back of
his mind, that the fingers were well lubricated to ease the way even a little.
He bolted up right,
completely surprised when a fourth finger was added, pumping in and out.
Severus� tongue had long since gone, instead that wondrous mouth was lavishing
kisses and nips along Harry�s back.

The entire hand left, only to be returned with the
thumb in addition, caused Harry to clench up instinctually.
�Shhh,
relax Harry. Trust us, this will feel good. We want both to be in you at the
same time. Can you imagine, both Severus and me inside that tight, hot little
channel at the same time? Stretching you, and filling you.�
The words, delivered in
such a dark, midnight velvet voice distracted Harry from the hand curling into
a fist, at least a little.
�He�s tight, Lucius. He�s
squeezing my hand so deliciously. I can hardly wait to feel that wrapped around
my cock, rubbing against yours in such a small, tight space. It�ll be the best
thing next to heaven.�
Harry tensed up at the feel
of being so fully filled by a fist. He could feel the bones of Severus� wrist,
every groove of his knuckle, his every finger. But then, oh then, his professor
reached further and hit something, some spot deep inside Harry that made him
see stars. He closed his eyes and pushed further back on that hand.
�That�s it, Harry, move on
my hand. Fuck yourself on it. Show us how you�ll ride our cocks.�
Harry did just that, riding
up and down on the slick appendage lodged up inside him. He looked down and
locked gazes with Lucius, his eyes heavy lidded and pleasure hazed. Harry
reached out and laced his fingers through Lucius� silvery locks. Harry whined
in protest when Severus removed his hand from Harry�s body. The protest was
short lived when he felt his hips being moved and directed into position. He
was directed to lower and moaned in ecstasy when he felt something else slide
slowly into him.
Hands on his hips pushed
him up and down, directing him to ride the cock currently fitting snuggly in
his arse. A hand on his back pushed him forward
slightly, lowering him over Lucius� prone body. Harry bit his lip when he felt
Severus align himself at his already filled opening, his teacher�s chest
covering Harry�s back. He bit back a pained groan at the sensation of a second prick
entering him, having only a little resistance. Cool fingers pushed in and
helped to further stretch Harry�s opening.
Harry could feel every rib
of each prick as his inner muscles slowly gave way. He heard the choked moans
and groans from his bed partners. Finally, they were both in and Harry was
breathing heavily and deeply, his eyes clenched tightly shut.
�I wish you could see this
Lucius, both of us buried balls deep inside him, his hole stretched to
accommodate us both. It�s gorgeous.�
Harry dug his hands into
Lucius� shoulders, speaking the first words in what seemed like ever.
�Please, move.� The words
were mere exhalations of breath, but the two men easily heard them.
�As you
wish.�
At the same time that
Lucius lifted up, pushing himself impossibly further into Harry, Severus pulled
out. Slowly, one pushed in, the other pushed out. In and out,
out and in, over and over, working up a rhythm. Harry canted his hips
and his world exploded. He was at such an angle that every time either cock
pushed in, it hit his prostate. Constant pressure, it seemed, was applied to
that pleasurable gland, reducing Harry into an incoherently babbling, pleasure
crazed mass.
Tears formed and slid down
his face, his breath couldn�t come fast enough, and he was dizzy from all the
sensations. Harry screamed when a hand slithered its way to his cock, grasping
it, squeezing and releasing, sliding up then down; the rhythm matching, always
matching the movement in his arse.
Impossibly, the two men
changed the rhythm; Severus speeding up, Lucius slowing down.
Harry didn�t know anything
outside the happenings of his body; his stomach clenched, his muscles tensed
and released, his heart seemed to skip beats. Time was nothing; reality away
from the two men currently fucking him senseless had no meaning. They three of
them were Harry�s reality.
A bite on Harry�s neck, one
on each side actually, finally burst the dam inside Harry. Jets of semen
spurted from his prick, seeming to go on for an endless amount of time. Even
after his body had given all it could, the contractions didn�t end. The
pleasure was so intense it blurred the line between itself and pain. The edges
of Harry�s vision turned black.
The contractions of his
channel set off Lucius and Severus, and Harry felt gushes of come drench his
ass. He felt full; over flowing. Some seeped out, tickling his over stimulated
flesh.
Exhausted, Harry collapsed
on top of Lucius� chest. He murmured incoherently when he felt strong arms wrap
around him, holding him closely and tightly. He barely noticed when he was
rolled to the side and the two cocks slipped out of him wetly, with an audible
squelch. Murmured words and Harry felt clean. All his energy seemed to have
left him. He felt more energized after quidditch practice.
An indeterminate amount of
time later, Harry felt awake enough to open his eyes. He looked around and
found Lucius and Severus were still in bed, still gloriously naked, and wide
awake. They were both wearing matching smiles, both looking like the cat that
ate the canary, drank the cream, then found a direct line to the cow.
�I believe, Lucius, I win
this one.�
Harry�s brow creased, not
understanding what was happening.
Lucius sighed, shaking his
head in remorse.
�I suppose you are right,
Severus. Just name your terms.�
A sinking feeling started
in the pit of Harry�s stomach. He did not like the sounds of the conversation
taking place.
�What are you two talking
about? What did Sev--er
Professor Snape win?�
Lucius looked down at Harry
as if the lad was a simpleton.
�Severus and I had a bet
wondering how long it would take to get you in bed and discover just how good a
fuck you were.�
Harry�s heart, previously
lodged in his throat, plummeted to the bottom of his stomach. He hadn�t felt
this used since Dumbledore manipulated his life; but even then, he hadn�t felt
this cheap and dirty.
�Lucius didn�t think we
could fuck you because your Gryffindor morals would have gotten in the way. I
told him differently. I was, obviously, right.�
Harry felt numb. Any
positive feeling from the best, and only, shag of his life left. No residual
after shock of bliss remained.
�I was nothing but a bet
between two bored lovers?�
Neither one answered as
they both stared at Harry.
�Well, was I at least a
good fuck? Please, I�d like to know. You see, I have no prior experience and
nothing to compare it to.� Harry tried
to keep the tremor out of his voice, the slight beseeching tone hidden, the
bleeding hurt subdued. He only felt
mildly successful.
Still no answer, but both
did quirk an eyebrow.
Strangely enough, Harry
didn�t feel angry or anything like it. Even the
feelings of being used and feeling dirty left him.
�Thank
you for a pleasurable evening Professor, Mr. Malfoy, but I feel I should be
going now. I�m sure the time of my detention has ended.�
With that, Harry moved to
leave with as much dignity as he could. He didn�t make it off the bed before he
was grabbed by two sets of hands and pinned beneath a heavy body. Harry looked
up, surprised, to see Lucius and Severus smiling; not smirking, not grinning,
but smiling.
�Oh, we�re not through with
you, Mr. Potter; not by a long shot.� Severus� dark chocolate voice tangibly
caressed Harry.
�And not
for a long while.� Lucius� midnight velvet voice caused shivers in
Harry�s body.
Harry looked at both adults
and grinned, then opened his arms invitingly. He hoped Severus had a pepper-up
potion and pain relieving potions in abundance; it was going to be a long
night.
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