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Triple Threat	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8058 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Lucius nudged Harry. “Love, it’s time to get up and move back to your room.”

He got a tired grumble in response and a face burrowing into his chest.

“Come on, I know you are comfortable, but there are no blackout curtains in this room.” Lucius warned, carding a hand through Harry’s hair. “The sun is going to come up in just an hour or two, and you need to be back in your room.”

“Wanna sleep in a bed.” Harry mumbled, sitting up and rubbing sleep from his eyes.

Lucius smiled. “You can always evict Severus; he is healed enough to be moved.” He suggested.

Harry flushed. “I want him in my bed until he is fully better.” He admitted.

The smile turned indulgent. “That is adorable, but he won’t be pleased to find out you’ve been sleeping on the floor beside the bed to be near him.”

“Then don’t tell him.” Harry shot back.

Lucius pressed a kiss to his lips. “Alright, let’s go get you to a safer room.”

“And invest in more blackout curtains.” Harry muttered, getting dressed again.

Lucius laughed. “Yes, and tell Dumbledore we need more of those for this room, if this is going to become a habit.” He agreed.

They left and headed to Harry’s room, where Harry pressed a kiss to Severus’ lips.

Lucius smiled. “I will leave you to it. He is almost better, so just stay up with him as long as you want and then get some sleep. He can get up tomorrow night.” He informed Harry.

Harry smiled widely. “That’s great news!” He said excitedly.

“Don’t be surprised if he is extra grumpy with you for a few days. He usually tries to push people away when they see him weak like this. He believes you will stop loving him, and so he will push you away before you do it to him.” Lucius warned. “He may say something hateful.”

Harry shook his head. “I won’t be pushed aside so easily.” He said firmly.

Lucius nodded. “He needs you, so don’t give up on him even if he does try to shun you.”

Harry took his usual seat next to the bed and grabbed Severus’ hand, stroking the back.

Severus woke and glared at him. “Why are you here? I thought you'd be with him all night.” He spat, reclaiming his hand.

Harry smiled at him. “Sorry I had to leave you alone. But the incubus needed to be fed. You're almost well now. You'll be able to get up and do some walking around tomorrow night.”

“Goody. You must be happy for me to clear out of your room.” Severus sneered.

Harry shook his head. “Not at all! I love you, it’s no problem to lend my bed for a little while.”

“You can't possibly still love me!” Severus nearly growled.

Harry frowned. “Why not? I do. I love you more than anyone else.” He said.

Severus' face darkened, and Harry steeled himself for the vitriol Lucius had told him to expect.

“I hate you!” Severus snarled, and Harry flinched back.

“What? But why?” He asked, heart aching. He hadn't been expecting a bold-faced lie, but he couldn't believe those words.

“Because you are just a boy, and you have not the emotional depth needed to return any meaningful feelings. So I refuse to give them to you.” He turned to face the wall, drawing the blankets up and giving Harry his back. “Now leave.”

Harry fled the room, tears in his eyes.

Lucius was waiting outside the door, leaning against the wall, and caught Harry’s arm as the teen tried to rush past him and down the stairs as the door slammed shut. He shot a silencing spell at it and told Harry, “I did tell you it would be ugly and hateful.”

Harry rounded on him and shoved him against the wall, knocking his head into it. “If you knew what he was going to say why didn’t you warn me what it would be?! Do you see me as a shallow child, too?!” He screamed, tears falling unchecked. They were made of blood, Lucius noticed.

“I had no idea what exactly he would say; only that it would be what he knew would hurt you most. And he knows you rather well now, wouldn’t you say?” Lucius responded, pulling Harry close and wrapping his arms around his distraught mate. “Don’t think badly of him for this; he does this to everyone he cares for when they see him at his weakest. He did it to me, too, and we recovered and got past it. Though it took fisticuffs to manage it.” He mused.

Harry gave a watery laugh. “I would have liked to have seen that.” He said.

Lucius winced. “I am not going through that again, so you are out of luck.”

“What did he say to you?” Harry asked.

Lucius sighed. “Many things, none of which bear repeating, because they were all patently untrue. He is lashing out, he means nothing by it.”

“You didn’t see the look in his eyes right as he told me he hated me.” Harry muttered sadly, eyes dropping to the floor.

“I know that look well. That fire his eyes spit at you, the glint of sheer determination and righteous fury. He has shot me that look a good many times, but I have had the opportunity to see what he is hiding behind it: fear and self-loathing.” Lucius used two fingers to lift Harry's chin so he was looking into his eyes and continued. “He fears losing you because you have seen him weak and helpless, and he believes that if he is not useful, he is worthless. He has no concept of his own value as a human being, just as a tool. I will talk to him, and I will bring him around. I will find you when he is ready to see you again, and the two of you will need to talk about what you see in him, and how he sees your relationship. Understand that if he was not so afraid to lose you, he would not have tried so hard to push you away before you could do so to him.”

Harry nodded and wiped his tears away, then looked at his hands in surprise. “I was crying tears of blood!” He said.

“Yes, a sign of a vampire, living or otherwise. It might have been different if the tears were not caused by your vampire’s emotions, but best not to test that if we can avoid it.” Lucius said.

Harry nodded. “So what should I do?”

“Go be with the others for the rest of the time before morning. I will work on Severus. You can sleep in my room during the day.” He offered.

Harry sighed. “Thanks.” He said.

Lucius smiled. “Go see your friends and your surrogate family. They are all still up for now.” He said.

Harry nodded, cleaned his face of the bloody tear-tracks and the smears he had made wiping at them, and headed downstairs.

Lucius took a deep breath, shored up his courage, and went in to face his own personal dragon.

He threw open the door and scowled as he saw the man curled up facing the wall. “I hope you’re happy!” He spat, going over and ripping the blackout curtains down, and Severus snarled, turning over to face him.

“What are you doing?!” He asked, irritation coming off him in waves.

“I’m fixing what you’ve caused!” He told the man. “You might not have noticed it, but Harry is—was—not leaving you alone for a second! He was still sleeping here, to be near to you. Because he loves you, the lovesick fool! He was so unwilling to leave you alone, he was sleeping on the floor in here, just to be close to you!”

Severus looked surprised at that, then covered it quickly with a scowl. “What do I care? He didn’t want to leave his food source; vampires are naturally possessive of their donors.” He muttered.

“You idiot!” Lucius dropped the curtains, went over, and grabbed Severus by the shoulders, shaking him. “You are not his donor; I am! You are his mate! His most precious person! Severus, what I wouldn’t give to have the devotion he shows you...” He dropped the potions master back to the bed and picked up the curtains again. “You didn’t appreciate what you had, so maybe you weren’t deserving of it. I, on the other hand, intend to open my room, my bed, and my arms to him, and we will see if I can’t earn that tender and loving devotion myself. It may not be as deep as his feelings for you—he did intimate to me that you were his first love, and that is always a special kind of love—but perhaps he can love me almost as much, and I will be happy with almost. His love is special, and some of us are smart enough not to throw that away!” He shouted. “I will be caring for you after that stunt, and trust me, I do not intend to coddle you like he has been. You are in for a rough time.” Lucius promised. “Good day, Severus.” He slammed the door behind him.

Severus sighed, turned back over, and wallowed in his misery.

This was for his and Harry's own good.

Everyone would see that in time.

*****

“...And he called me a child. It’s going to be a sore spot for a while. My vampire is really taking it hard.” Harry added.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him. “He’ll come around. Lucius said he always does this, don’t take it to heart.” She said.

Harry nodded. “I’m going to try and keep it together. I still have Lucius and Blaise, and I’ll get Severus back, it’s just going to take time and effort.” He yawned, and Hermione smiled.

“It’s getting late for you. The sun is coming up, you should get to bed before it rises and someone has to carry you.” Hermione quipped.

Lucius’ voice came from the doorway. “I was just coming to get him. Come with me, Harry, it’s time for little vampires to get some sleep.” He teased.

Harry hissed at him and bared his fangs playfully.

Lucius smiled. “Precisely.” He agreed.

Harry rolled his eyes and went with him up the stairs to his room. “How should I deal with Severus?” He asked.

Lucius shook his head. “Give him a few days to chafe under my care. It won’t take long; I have a horrible bedside manner. After that, he will be more open to reconciliation.”

Harry snorted. “I bet. So I shouldn’t go into my room at all?” He checked.

“You can, but ignore Severus, as he will probably lash out more if he sees you. It might be better to stay away to avoid hearing angry, spiteful words directed your way. Dealing with a recovering Severus for the first time can be an exercise in torture.”

Harry nodded. “I suppose I will just have to deal with the pain.”

“How bad is it?” Lucius asked, lying down next to Harry.

Harry sighed heavily. “I have the same cold ball of pain in my chest I got when I first learned he was my mate and had been avoiding telling me, but this time it hurts even more.” His voice got small and tremulous. “He said he hated me!”

Lucius gathered him close. “He doesn’t mean it, and you still have me and Zabini to lean on. Let us be your strength during this trying time, and we will get you through it. There is absolutely no reason to give up, and you will see that in time.”

Harry curled into a ball and began to cry into Lucius’ chest, and Lucius resigned himself to losing one of his shirts to bloodstains. It wouldn’t be the worst thing to ever happen, and Harry was worth a little ruined silk.

Lucius held Harry and whispered words of love to him as the teen cried himself to sleep, then got up to change and deal with Severus.

As he drew out a new shirt, he stopped himself and decided to go to Harry’s room in his bloodied shirt.

Let Severus see for himself what his words had wrought.
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