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Flight of the Phoenix	By : Phantomhive Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 92997 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Flight of the Phoenix

This story is based on characters and situations owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copy write or trademark infringement is intended.

Chapter 10

Harry was halfway to Hagrid’s room when he stumbles upon Hermione.

“Hello, Harry.”

“Er…hello?”

Harry’s lips were curved down, the young man frowning slightly as he greets Hermione. Up until this moment Hermione had been ignoring him as he had her. Harry knew the witch was probably more furious than hurt over him choosing Dudley over her, and perhaps she had just finally gotten over herself. Yet...something about her sugary sweet greeting was odd since it was such a reverse on her usual stiff, academic attitude. But, even as much as Hermione’s presence was bugging Harry right now since the bushy-haired witch was in his way, the last thing Harry would ever do was put her out of his Godfather’s house. He did not wish anymore deaths on his head, and it wouldn’t just be her he’d end up worrying about, but for Mr. and Mrs. Granger as well.

“Um, I have to go Hermione.” Harry shakes his head slightly, clearing it of the current line of thought before his gaze flickers over to Hagrid’s bedroom. Stepping around Hermione Harry takes a few more steps down the hall. Harry hadn’t expected a reply back from the witch and indeed he nearly doesn’t hear the words tossed at his back.

“See you at dinner.” Yes. It most definitely was strange but Harry had more important things to worry about than Hermione’s odd behavior.

In front of Hagrid’s room now Harry fidgets nervously yet really, there was no reason to stall the inevitable. Sucking in a deep fortifying breath, one meant to give him back his Gryffindor courage, Harry softly raps his knuckles across the wood of the door.

Knock, knock, knock.

Nothing.

Frowning slightly Harry knocks again, and this time the raven-haired boy calls out Hagrid’s name as well. But still there is no response and, fidgeting even more Harry begins to feel nervous. He knows that his Professors is still in the Most Noble and Ancient House of Black since the only floos that worked where in the foyer and indeed the boy-who-lived more than suspected that the pair where in this room since Snape did not have a suite at the Headquarters.

“Hagrid? Professor?” Wrapping his slender fingers around the doorknob Harry is surprised when it creaks open. In for a knut, in for a galleon Harry thinks to himself, shaking his head slightly as he slowly steps into the darkened room.

It takes a few seconds for Harry’s eyes to adjust to the dimness of the room, but when they do he can easily see that the room is empty. With an ebony brow raised in bewilderment the young man is just about to head out of the room, perhaps to search the library when Harry spots a closed door near the back of the room.

Knowing that the only private bathroom on this floor was currently being occupied by Harry and his…lovers, Harry suspects that the closed door hides a small office of some kind, or maybe a study. Personal studies were actually very popular. With in for a knut in for a galleon replaying in his mind Harry figures he may as well check out the room before leaving, just in case the two were in there. Walking up to the door Harry has no misgivings about throwing it open, for indeed from his first conversation concerning both Hagrid and Snape, Harry knew that the giant was a forty year old virgin.

Harry knocks on the door just to be polite before throwing the doors open, and stepping into the room Harry realizes that it’s actually just a closet. How silly! Slapping his hand to his forehead Harry laughs softly at his own foolishness, only now realizing that this wasn’t the only foolish thing since Hagrid was definitely older than forty. The man was probably twice that age! It was actually pretty amazing how well wizards and witches aged, and quirking a dark brow, Harry idly begins to wonder how old Dumbledore is since the man did appear a bit ancient.

“…essary Rubeus?”

Harry whirls around in the closet he was currently occupying. The door was mostly closed except for a thin crack that Harry could see through. Opening his mouth to announce his presence to the two Harry suddenly feels it clamp tightly shut, his mind finally registering the fact that Snape was wet and nude! Well…almost nude if that small bit of towel weren’t in the way.

Blushing hotly at the sight of one of his most feared Professors in such a state of undress Harry gulps before quietly moving closer to the crack in the door, the boy’s face nearly pressed to the wood and his breathing quiet as he silently takes in the scene.

“Dat snake had his ‘ands all over yer.”

Glaring at Rubeus Severus slams the bedroom door close since the damn giant neglected to after escorting the two of them into the room. “The water was too damn hot and you scrubbed me too hard. I look like a bloody tomato.”

Though Severus was not one to complain since it was another form of weakness, showing people the things which brought irritation or discomfort, the man however got special pleasure out of complaining to Rubeus. After all, if the man took care of his business then they wouldn’t be in this predicament anyway. Yes, Severus enjoyed causing the half-giant a bit of guilt since he didn’t seem to experience any whatsoever at the fact that, even to this day, he had still yet to bugger Severus.

“It’s been twenty years, Hagrid. Did you really expect me to wait that long for you?” Suddenly Severus was very tired of the routine. Rubeus couldn’t have his cake and eat it too! The man was insufferable, acting all innocent in front of that damn order when, beneath it all, he was a sadist. For surely he must enjoy playing this game with Severus, a game that had been going on since the raven-haired Slytherin was a student at Hogwarts.

Suddenly Severus was gasping sharply, Rubeus’s large fingers gripping his hair tightly as the giant bends Severus’ body back like a bow, forcing Severus to meet those glittering brown eyes. “I don need to stick my cock in yer to know how ter please yere.”

Severus swallows thickly, his heart pounding fast in his chest before, snarling in rage, the man twists out of Rubeus’ grip, causing a few strands of hair to painfully rip free at the root. “Don’t touch me.”

Rubeus eyes never leave Severus’ own, the giant’s voice a low and gruff as he speaks. “I like touching my things.”

Snarling again Severus crosses his arms over his chafed chest, the Slytherin’s body still a bit red from the hard scrubbing Rubeus had given it in the shower a short while ago. “I’m not some object and I’m not yours!”

Rubeus takes a step closer and Severus darts back, the towel around his waist falling to the ground in his haste to add distance between himself and Rubeus. Rubeus gives Severus a wolfish smile and, in that moment, Severus knows he’s doomed.

In the blink of an eye Severus finds himself thrown across the bed, the half giant leaning over him, each muscle in Rubeus’ body tense and radiating a danger to Severus that the dark-haired Potions’ Master couldn’t simply ignore, or so he could. With a harsh scowl on his face Severus scrambles back across the bed, strategically using the coverlet to place around his nude body.

“Call that bloody house elf so that I can dress myself and leave. For some reason I find the company terribly lacking.” Severus can see a muscle in Rubeus’ cheek jump, causing the Slytherin to cackle like a witch as he crosses his ankles beneath the soft duvet, making himself more comfortable on the bed. “Well?” Severus asks, snapping his fingers in the giant’s direction. “I know there’s not much going on in that thick skull of yours but surely your hearing isn’t impaired, though I must remember that you are getting up there in the years. Really Rubeus! How old are you again, exactly? And a virgin, still!”

Severus begins to cackle again, the spiteful sound easily filling the room as Rubeus continues to stare down at his mate. “Yere finished?” Rubeus’ voice is no more than a low gruff, the brown eyes icy as he speaks the words once Severus’ mad cackling finally ceases.

“Yes, I do believe I am actually.” Severus uses his left hand to flick a few pieces of ebony hair over his shoulder, the silky strands still wet from his earlier shower and the man sounding bored now by the conversation. “Now, if you will get my clo…don’t touch me! I hate you!”

Severus didn’t care how childish he sounded at that moment. Rubeus has one hand wrapped around a pale ankle, dragging the gangly man down to the edge of the bed as Severus kicks around wildly. Rubeus’ grunts when one of Severus’ kicks end up dangerously close to his crotch. Deducing that enough is enough the giant rips the cover off of Severus’ body, exposing each and every deliciously pale limb to his eyes, the man’s gaze filled with an insatiable hunger.

Severus swallows thickly, the man’s heart pounding erratically as the Potions’ Master body suddenly stills, the man going limp and pliant. “I…”

“Quiet.” The word is hissed out, Rubeus gaze foreboding as the giant detaches his fingers from around Severus’ ankle.

Even in the dim light Rubeus can see the redness imprinting the man’s pale skin, the evidence of the sturdiness of the giant’s grip. With his gaze still focused on Severus Rubeus brings the bruised flesh to his lips, pressing butterfly kisses to the silky skin until Severus dark eyes are closed in bliss, soft moans of pleasure escaping the man’s thin lips.

“Dis how the snake touches yere, eh?”

Severus’ eyes fly open at Rubeus’ words, a sharp cry of pain replacing his sounds of pleasure as Rubeus grips his ankles harshly. Severus knows that if he doesn’t do something soon he may have a few broken bones, and even though he had enough skele-grow in his potion storage to last him for years the man did not relish the pain of either the breaking or the regrowing of bones.

“No.”

“No?” Severus lets out a sigh of relief when Rubeus releases his ankle, but in the next moment the man’s body is as tense as ever. “Was ‘ere then?”

Severus dark gaze is wide, the man’s heart pounding in his ears as Rubeus’ fingers slowly trail up the wizard’s leg, traveling up the man’s instep, across his calf and then brushing against his inner thigh. Severus shakes his head a bit hesitantly in the negative, not liking where this conversation seemed to be going, and indeed the man’s instincts are on point because after getting his answer Rubeus takes a painful hold of Severus’ penis, causing the Slytherin to make another pain filled sound as the fire in Rubeus’ eyes flash dangerously.

“Was ‘ere then.”

The words were not a question and they make Severus’ whole body shake as the painful grip on his neither regions tighten. “No, no!”

“I don’t believe yere.”

Severus’ hands fly down to his crotch, wrapping around Rubeus’ forearm in a desperate attempt to get the man to release his tight hold on the man’s delicate bits. “He’s never touched me!” The words are yelled out on a cry of pain as Rubeus grip gets impossibly tighter, causing tears to form at the corner of the Professor’s inky black eyes. “I don’t want anyone but you, Rubeus.”

The tears that had been threatening to fall finally break free, hot and salty as they roll down the Potions’ Master’s pale cheeks. Rubeus’ stills the movement in his hands, and glancing down at his mate the half-giant makes a sound of disgust at his own behavior before sitting down on the bed, easily drawing the slight figure into his arms. “Shh, shh…m’sorry Sev’rus.”

Severus nods mutely, the tears of pain, bitterness, and years of loneliness continuing to pour out of his eyes and down the man’s sallow cheeks. Silence fills the room for a few minutes as Rubeus cradles Severus closely, the man’s large hands stroking with a gentle roughness across Severus nude form. The half-giant can see the trembling that his mate was trying so hard to hide, and frowning slightly, the Groundkeeper quickly draws the duvet back across Severus’ shoulders, shielding the man’s nudeness from his own view.

“Thank you, Rubeus.” Severus’ voice is soft as he speaks, tired. The frown on Rubeus’ lips doesn’t leave as he sadly stares down at his mate. If there was one thing he hated the most it was this tone that Severus spoke with. The wizard was much too young to sound like he had twice as many years as Dumbledore.

“After da war we can be tagether.” Severus doesn’t say anything and Rubeus can feel his heart clench painfully. “I love yere Sev’rus.”

Severus gives Rubeus a sad smile before pressing a soft, almost chaste kiss to the man’s lips. The Potions’ Master can taste the saltiness of his tears in the kiss, and feeling his twisted heart fill with bitterness the man can’t help but find the taste fitting, a perfect representation of the current situation he was in with the Headmaster and the Dark Lord.

“I don’t want yere to be crying, Sev’rus.”

Severus hadn’t even realized he’s started crying again. Wanting to hide is forlorn expression Severus closes his eyes, but when the man feels Rubeus’ rough fingers gently brushing the tears away the Professor slowly blinks them back open. In that moment of brown meeting black the Slytherin knows that he can no longer lie to this man, even if it does go against his instincts of self-preservation.

“You…you’re not the only virgin.”

The air fairly crackles with energy, Rubeus’ hold on Severus form tightening before, taking in a deep breath, the giant slowly loosens his hold. “But, Dumbledore…”

Severus snorts in derision as the Headmaster’s name is mentioned. Rolling his eyes skyward the pale man gently places his hands on Rubeus’ cheeks, the slender fingers absently brushing across the coarse beard. “Have I not told you that you are the only man I desire?”

“Yes, but—”

“Shh, listen to me Rubeus.” Severus makes eye contact with the man, pressing his face a bit closer before continuing in a hushed tone. “The affair between Lucius and myself is all fabricated for the benefit of the Dark Lord. I shudder to think what he would do to me if he found out I was a virgin. There are a countless number of nameless rituals that would give the man better use of me than that of his Potions’ Master. Anyone starting down the path of the Dark Arts knows the first thing to rid oneself of is their virginity. For any other wizard it does not matter if they are a virgin or not, their body could not house any dark spirits, incubi or the like, you understand.”

“Why then?” Rubeus voice sounds hollow, numbed with shock as he stares at his dark-eyed mate.

Severus sighs, his body slumping as he gently lays his head on Rubeus’ shoulder. “Because I’m an idiot.” The Professor laughs self depreciatory.

The sound is stopped by Rubeus lips roughly pressing to his own in a searing kiss. Moaning helplessly Severus’ fingers trail down to the giant’s shoulders, clenching atop the strong muscles as his body eagerly presses into the Groundkeeper’s. “Yere not an idiot.”

The next laugh the leaves Severus’ lips is much more upbeat than the previous one as the man places a small kiss to Rubeus’ nose. “Perhaps not today but in the end…” Severus sighs once more, shaking his head a bit to clear it of the melancholy thoughts.

Rubeus frowns. Not liking where Severus’ words were leading the half-giant gently takes ahold of Severus’ slender chin. Really, each and ever feature and limb on his mate was slender and delicate, and if not for the man’s hooked nose then Severus would definitely have the appearance of some fae like creature. But it was that same nose that seemed so out of place that actually balanced the man’s features, and coupled with his dark, smoldering eyes it gave the Potions’ Professor a fierceness about him that drove Rubeus mad with desire.

Groaning in need Rubeus eagerly presses Severus down to the bed, the half-giant settling his large body inbetween the man’s legs, forcing Severus body to open for him, the man’s legs parting and his arms wrapping around Rubeus’ thick neck. The half-giant latches his mouth onto Severus’ again, feasting like a man starved, relishing every moan and sigh of pleasure he was causing his wanton little mate to feel. Each sound Severus was producing was like music in Rubeus’ ears, headier than a siren’s call even.

Groaning louder Rubeus rips his mouth away. Severus whimpers in need but the sound is quickly replaced by the man’s cries of pleasure as Rubeus lips attach to Severus’ throat. Flushing in pleasure Severus’ hold on Rubeus tightens, the man’s ankles crossing as he wraps his legs around Rubeus back, fingernails already digging into the giant’s shoulders. “I…I have waited long enough, Rubeus. <i>We</i> have waited long enough. Please, take me. I am yours.”

The growl Severus words produce in Rubeus has Severus’ body trembling in a mixture of fear and need. Both emotions continue to course through the man’s body when Rubeus roughly rips the cover away, baring Severus nude form once more to his seeking gaze.

“Sev’rus…” Rubeus growls out, and whatever else the Groundkeeper was about to say is abruptly cut off when a ball of fire suddenly bursts into the room. Severus’ mouth falls open in shock as Fawkes appears out of the remnants of the fireball.

Rubeus seems just as shocked as Severus at Fawkes appearance, and even more shocked when the Phoenix wraps his talons in Rubeus’ shirt before disappearing in a cloud of yellow and orange fire.

Tbc…
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