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Chapter List
- 1-Their Phoenix
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
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�� But the
Ministry here doesn�t have any record of her parents� marriage,� Hermione said,
for the second time, leaning forwards as if she thought that she could drub the
words she wanted to hear out of Harry with her fists. Harry stopped a sigh, but
it was difficult. He wished she would let him talk, since that was the only way she would ever hear the news he
was trying so hard to tell her.

�� No,
because Colben�s parents were married in France,� he said patiently. �The
record of the wedding is in the French Ministry.�

�� Hermione
blinked as though someone had shot her. Harry leaned back and ran a hand
enviously over the top of the Burrow�s kitchen table. It was smooth and silken
with long years of use. It would be decades, probably, before any of the
furniture in their house felt like that, even assuming they kept the same
furniture that long. Draco had ideas about
that that sometimes invaded even the more�interesting�of the blended dreams.

�� Harry
flushed, though he wasn�t sure if it came from the thought of the dreams or the
fact that he�d just seriously thought about spending decades with Severus and
Draco, and took a long swallow of his butterbeer. Even though Ginny had
finished her last year of Hogwarts and passed her seventeenth birthday, Mrs.
Weasley still didn�t like anyone drinking anything stronger in her house.

�� Oh,�
Hermione said at last. Then she rallied and said, �But someone might still try
to say that her father didn�t really marry a Muggleborn and use that against
us.�

�� Harry
shrugged. �Then we�ll ask for a copy of her parents� marriage records. Though
it could possibly be insulting, so I think I�ll let you be the one to ask that, thanks all the same.� He tilted the
bottle of butterbeer back and squirted the liquid down his throat.

�� Insulting,
maybe, but we have to have it,� Hermione said, which Harry knew meant the proof
was as good as asked for.

�� Yes, all
right,� he said, and then turned the conversation around. �Ron said something
about you buying your own house.�

�� Hermione
flushed. �I told him not to tell
anyone,� she muttered. �We wanted it to be a surprise. And we knew that Molly
would be hurt that we were moving out of the Burrow.� Then she relented and
gave Harry a smile that made her look more relaxed than he�d seen her since she
started helping him with politics. �But yes, we are.�

�� Harry
smiled back. �What made you decide on this now?�

�� Because
we�re finally ready to stay with each
other,� Hermione said. She was looking at the table, and her cheeks were so red
that she could have passed as an honorary Weasley. �I know that doesn�t sound
like something big, but��

�� No, it
is,� Harry said, reaching out and squeezing her arm. �Where are you going to
buy the house?� He both hoped and feared that she would say Hogsmeade. He would
like having his best friends near him, but he wasn�t entirely certain that
Severus and Draco would like it.

�� Some
people are trying to establish wizarding villages again,� Hermione said. �They
think part of the problem during the war was that the Death Eaters knew exactly
where to go to target people, and Hogsmeade was so close to Hogwarts that
taking over one was easy when they had the other. There�s a village called
Iolanthe they�re trying to set up in the South, in Wiltshire.� She hesitated,
then added, �Of course, with Apparition, Ron and I can reach the Ministry
easily and you can visit us anytime.�

�� It�s good
to hear that I�m welcome,� Harry said, and thought again of telling her about
Draco and Severus. And again, the knowledge that his bondmates might not want
their private life to be exposed stopped him.

�� Snape and
Malfoy can come, too, if you need to be with them,� Hermione said.

�� Startled,
Harry looked up at her. She stared straight at him, then leaned back and picked
up her own butterbeer. �If you need to,� she said, now looking out the window
as though the sight of the Weasleys� garden fascinated her.

�� Slowly,
Harry smiled. Maybe Hermione wasn�t aware of all the details, but she had
probably noticed the change in his behavior that the open bonds had made, and
she was telling him that it was all right, that he was still her friend and
welcome in her house.

�� And if she
accepted it, Harry was sure that Ron eventually would as well. Ron was starting
to consider Hermione�s opinion as more important than his own, most of the
time. Given her guidance, Ron would probably come around to seeing that the
feud between the Weasleys and the Malfoys was less important than Harry�s
bonds.

�� Thanks,
Hermione,� he said.

�� You�re
welcome.� Hermione gave him a solemn look.

�� Harry
reached across the table and tapped his bottle of butterbeer against hers.

*

�� Draco knew
Harry and Severus were talking about something
when he wasn�t there, but it was frustrating to try and catch them at it.

He would spend hours in his lab,
working on a potion that needed absolute concentration, and then he would come
out and find Severus and Harry sitting in the library or the kitchen, staring
intently at each other. Then they would glance away the moment he showed up and
start talking in loud false voices. Draco had tried asking them bluntly what
was wrong, but Harry simply shook his head furiously and Severus had adopted an
inscrutable stare that seemed to suggest nothing could possibly be less wrong
than his life at the moment.

�� Sometimes
he could feel thoughts darting between them like owls, carrying messages that
he couldn�t hear. When he demanded to know whether they were criticizing him,
Harry shook his head less furiously, and Severus gave him a cool look and said,
�Studying you. No one can complain of the accumulation of knowledge.�

�� When it�s
about me and you�re gathering it without my realization, I can,� Draco said in
a low snarl, imagining that Severus was probably telling Harry some of the
secrets that had come up between them when they were in bed together.

�� Severus
caught the edges of the thought and sent him back a fanged denial before he
stood and departed the room in a whirlwind of dignity. Draco was left to brood
and decide that the secrets Severus was telling Harry were probably even more damaging than what he�d thought
they were, so damaging that Severus didn�t dare allude to them.

�� On the
other hand, it seemed that Harry was perfectly capable of gathering his own
information. He sat on the other side of the table during meals and in the
library on a couch watching Draco. Once or twice Draco turned around panting
during one of Ledbetter�s lessons or from a wrestling match with a difficult
potion and found Harry standing there with his arms folded and head cocked,
eyes fixed intently on him.

�� What do
you want?� Draco asked him one of the
times that he intruded into the lab. Harry�s eyes had become sharper and
sharper over the last few days, as though some kind of deadline was approaching
that meant he had to focus his concentration.

�� To make
your life pleasant,� Harry said, and the bond between them was bright with
crystal flames, which indicated Harry was being honest.

�� Draco shook
his head. �You�re making it paranoid right
now.�

�� Harry
smiled at him, and some of the ice that Draco thought he had seen in his eyes
the last few days melted away. �I�m sorry,� he said. �I�m studying to make your life more pleasant, then. And sometimes my
nervousness gets the better of me, and I start thinking that you won�t like my
gift, and�� He shrugged. �It comes out like that.�

�� Draco
narrowed his eyes. His birthday was in two days, and he was sure that Harry
hadn�t meant to let that tidbit about a gift slip. He thought he could live
with this for two more days if it meant a spectacular present.

�� I�d think
that you could learn everything you need to know about me by now,� he contented
himself with saying. �After all, you have the bond, and we live in the same
house. What about me can be a mystery to you?�

�� What you really
care about,� Harry said instantly. �Why your fits of courage and maturity never
last longer than a few moments. Why you sometimes spend hours of patience on
potions and other times act as though you want to smash a vial the minute it
balks you. Why you take luxury for granted and want more of it but can live
here with us and not have it.� He gave Draco a single intense look that seemed
to sear into the middle of his soul. �You,
Draco.�

�� Flustered,
frustrated, and more flattered than he wanted to let on, Draco looked away.
�I�ll take that as a compliment.�

�� Do,� said
Harry, and clapped his shoulder, and strode away from the lab with a crest of
blue flames playing through the bond.

�� Draco
blinked at his back and then turned to his potion, determined to spend the next
two days thinking about something other than
Harry. And maybe Severus. He had no idea if Severus would be involved in the
gift or not.

�� I should have asked him, he thought,
thinking back over the conversation and realizing that Harry had neatly
deflected all the words away from that possibility. He�s more subtle than I thought he was.

�� There came
the inevitable follow-up idea that that would not be difficult, given the
opinion he�d entertained of Harry Potter�s subtlety in school, but the words no
longer had a bite.

*

�� Harry was
stupidly nervous, to Severus�s mind.

�� He had a
mouth. He had hands. He had an arse. He was bonded to Draco and genuinely cared
for him, though with blazing undertones of anger that made Severus expect fights
between them daily. He had opened the bonds, so any pleasure he induced in
Draco would echo back to him and should make him more eager for his task. He
was young and presumably knew something about what a young man would like,
thanks to his experiments with Caesarion.

�� Thinking
about those experiments made Severus curl the page he was holding. He carefully
flattened it and returned to his reading�or rather to his thinking, as the
words gushing through his mind would not let him interpret the ones written
before him.

�� Nevertheless,
Harry was nervous.

�� And, the
last few days, and especially after Harry�s conversation with Draco in the
potions lab, there was a shut-up place in Harry�s mind that neither of his
bondmates could access. Harry pretended it wasn�t there and spent a lot of time
looking at Severus with speculative eyes.

�� Severus
knew what he hoped that signified,
but not what it truly did.

�� At the
moment, the bond between him and Harry dashed back and forth with sharp waves
of panic, as though the moon were causing many separate tides in Harry�s soul.
Draco�s bond was more settled and precise, but every now and then it, too,
whirled with puffs like dust. Severus sometimes wondered if he would ever have
privacy in his own head again.

�� But he was
good at muffling those feelings and concentrating when he wished to. So, at the
moment, he must not truly wish to.

�� Severus
shut the book, folded his hands on top of it, and stared into the fire.

�� Sometimes
he felt out of place with them, these two young men who had already lived
through many and varied things and looked forwards to a future just as varied.
They had suffered; they refused to let the suffering define them. They had
loved many people between them; they had not been scarred by a single great
love. They had nightmares; they did not have twenty years of them, centering on
a few central images. Severus had his bonds to them, but those were slender
rope bridges flung out across a great abyss�

�� You�re
getting maudlin.�

�� So grave
had his mood become that Severus actually imagined for a moment that Albus�s
voice had spoken those words; these were the kind of thoughts that he would
have when he was at Albus�s tomb. Then he rose and turned around and realized
that Harry was standing in the doorway of the library, his arms folded and his
glare disapproving. While Severus still tried to come up with an answer, Harry
stepped forwards and launched words at him that were the perfect verbal
counterparts of the bright blue lightning bolts twisting through the bond.

�� You�re
sitting here thinking about my mother, as though she was the only one who ever
cared for you. You�re sitting here thinking about nightmares, as though you
were the only one who ever suffered them. You�re sitting here thinking about
distance in the bonds, as though you were the only one who wondered if we would
be able to live with this. And that�s not true. You�re shutting yourself away
from us with imagined barriers this
time, not even the real ones.�

�� Astonished,
Severus stared at Harry for a moment longer before he recovered his voice. He
certainly had not meant to share those last thoughts and those particular
images. He wondered if he had been less guarded than he imagined or if Harry
was more sensitive. Either seemed hard to grant. �You cannot deny that there is
a vast difference in our ages and our experience. I would not blame you for
trying to have an easier sexual relationship with Draco than with me. I did love your mother, and��

�� Bollocks,�
Harry said rudely. �We�ve all been marked by the Dark Lord. And yes, you
carried the Dark Mark, and so did Draco, but I had the scar. So don�t dispute
with me about the literalness of that word,� he added, rushing ahead before
Severus could come up with the words to argue him down. �And yes, my mother
loved me, but she�s dead, almost
twenty years dead. You have to let go
and move on from her sometime.�

��

�� I do not
think,� Severus said coldly, stung to the quick in a way that astonished him
almost more than it hurt, �that you have ceased to mourn your mother or want
her back��

�� At least I
didn�t make the mistake,� Harry said, hissing like Nagini, �of thinking that no
one else ever loved me just because she maybe loved me most. You had Dumbledore, and you have two people right here in this house who could care
for you if you let them. You are a
horse�s arse if you go on brooding this way, Severus. We can�t comfort you if
you go around being proud of how hard you are to comfort.�

�� And he
strode across the room, seized Severus�s hair in his hands, and kissed him so
fiercely that Severus choked on his tongue.

�� Severus
leaned his head back and lifted his hands, determined to regain control of the
kiss. But Harry didn�t let him. He pinned one of Severus�s hands to the chair
and the other to the side of his head, and meanwhile he went on kissing him,
thrusting his tongue as if he were imagining some other action, the action
Severus had believed they would have to wait months for before Harry felt ready
to undertake it. Severus�s cock hardened more quickly than he thought it had
ever done since he was at Hogwarts, and he heard himself making a protesting,
gasping murmur.

�� Harry
pulled back finally, licking one last time at Severus�s lips as he went. Then
he stood there, arms folded as he gazed at him. His breath sounded hoarse and
harsh, as if he�d just come out of a dank and dusty cave and needed the air.
Severus started at him, not breathing much better himself.

�� There,� Harry said. �You�re right.
You�ve had a worse past than either of us. I don�t want to forget that, and I
don�t think you should, either. But the only person who can ultimately let your
past take over your future is you. Voldemort and Dumbledore are dead and can�t
demand your allegiance anymore. You�ve made up any debt that you owed to my
mother by keeping me safe. You�ve already said that you won�t let society call
you a Death Eater and surrender to their perceptions of you. Why do you think
that we would let you surrender,
either?�

�� He turned
and stomped out of the room before Severus could come up with a reply. He had
to touch his tingling lips and his bruised fingers to convince himself, after a
moment, that Harry�s rage had been real.

�� Severus
tried to go back to his book, but the right fibers wouldn�t stir in his mind
yet. In the end, he had to lean back in his chair and spend some time becoming
reacquainted with his body and his mind in the wake of Harry�s unexpected
possession of it.

�� It was a
sensation he would not mind having more of.

*

�� Harry paced
back and forth across the kitchen. Draco was currently at Malfoy Manor for a
private dinner with Narcissa. Harry and Severus would give him their presents
when he came back.

�� And then it
would be Harry�s turn to give the less traditional gift that he�d spent so many
days studying Draco for, trying to decide on the best way to give him pleasure.
Harry didn�t want to make it just fun for Draco. He wanted to make it
fantastic.

�� Harry
tapped a fist against his mouth and frowned, glancing at the gift that waited
on the edge of the table. It was obviously a book, wrapped in glittering silver
paper; Harry wasn�t skilled the way Ginny seemed to be, at wrapping presents so
that it became a guessing game to tell what they were until they were
unwrapped. That book had been easy enough to choose. Draco had been moaning
lately over his attempts to combine Defense and Potions, worrying that someone
else had done everything before he could get there, so Harry had bought him a
history of attempts to combine different magical fields. At least he should get
to know how original he was that way.

�� Severus had
bought Draco a new cloak, soft and shadow-grey, almost exactly the color of his
eyes.

�� Harry shook
his head. That was the kind of gift he would never dare to purchase until he
knew Draco better. Nothing ornamental, nothing that said Harry had noticed the
way he looked. Because he didn�t think he had noticed enough, while Severus had known Draco much better than Harry for
years and been his lover for months.

�� What if I�m wrong about what he would like?
What if I can�t please him because I�m not a sophisticated enough lover?

�� A sharp
snake of repudiation curled around his mind. Harry started. He had chosen to
brood now because he was certain that Severus was asleep, but the emotions
melting and shifting through the bond said that he had come awake and, worse,
that he could feel what Harry was thinking.

�� I do dislike a hypocrite who will ask others
not to despise themselves while doing the exact same thing, Severus�s voice
said in his head. Lately, it had sounded different, with a sharp chime to it
that Harry disliked. It would not surprise him to know that Severus had found a
way to render his voice different primarily to be exasperating.

�� It�s not that I despise myself. Harry
held the collar of his robe away from his neck. It felt tight and hot, as if it
were choking him. It�s that I�m worried
Draco might despise me. You can�t say that they�re the same thing.

�� But ultimately, they do spring from the same
root, Severus said disagreeably, his irritation sliding across Harry�s skin
like rasping scales. You fear yourself
inadequate. You do not want to become our lover because of fear, primarily, not
because of lack of desire or incompatibility. And that is not an adequate
reason.

�� Harry
managed to smile, though he thought it felt more like baring his teeth. You great charmer, you.

�� There was
silence for a moment, and Harry thought he had managed to persuade Severus to
leave him alone. He still didn�t know how sensitive he was to the bonds where
Severus was concerned. Sometimes he could miss an emotion from Severus that
would make Draco vibrate in sympathy like a hound on the end of a leash, and
sometimes he could catch the edges of thoughts that Severus had obviously
intended to remain private. It seemed to depend on the time of day and his mood
and level of alertness as much as anything else.

�� Listen to me, Harry.

�� Harry
fidgeted a bit. The hardest tone of all to resist was the one where Severus
sounded heavy and gentle, like a man speaking to an abused animal. Harry
half-longed for and half-dreaded the soothing stroke down his spine that
followed.

�� You will do fine. Draco is not impossible to
know. He is not some grand riddle that you must solve before you dare to climb
into bed with him. I promise you, he will be as nervous and as full of
anticipation about this as you are. Or else the anticipation will override the
nervousness and he will not even notice any mistakes you make.

�� At least you�re not claiming that I won�t
make any mistakes, Harry snapped back. That was the sort of lie he had no
patience for. He knew that Draco and Severus had often found fault with him in
school, and it would be unnatural if they stopped completely.

�� You would not listen to me even if I did.

�� Then
Severus�s snake of mingled irony and ridicule, contempt and comfort, glinted
greenly in his mind and slipped away as Harry heard the sound of Draco stepping
through the wards. This is your chance, Severus
said. I will not be far away, should you
wish to reach out to me for reassurance or comfort.

�� Harry
nodded shortly and took a step forwards, keeping the safe place in his mind
carefully shielded with his astonishment that he should ever be exchanging such
words with Severus Snape.

�� What he
hadn�t told Severus was that he would be a participant in tonight�s activities,
too. Severus thought that Harry wanted to get to know Draco alone at first,
because so far they had kissed and touched less often than Harry and Severus
had. And that was partially right.

�� But they
were a bonded triad. Harry had no intention of leaving Severus out.

*

�� Draco came
in through the front door of their house smiling. The evening with his mother
had been more than pleasant. She had given him a small thing, an ornamental
porcelain vase with etchings of horses on it that flew without wings, their
long legs and their bending, swan-like necks curving around the grooves. But
Draco had treasured it because it was a sign that his mother still trusted him
not to have fallen away from all Malfoy breeding during the time he�d spent
with Severus and Harry. She trusted his bondmates, too, not to break the vase
during some careless gesture.

�� And it was
also an item from the Black inheritance, which Narcissa had brought with her
when she married Lucius, not from the Malfoy inheritance. That involved all
sorts of secret and silent meanings that Draco didn�t think he could have put
into words even if he tried.

�� He was
mildly curious about the gifts that Severus and Harry had got for him, he
thought as he shrugged off his cloak. He was sure that he wouldn�t get another
gift as refined as the vase tonight, but�

�� Then his
brain stuttered to a halt, because he could feel the nervousness and the
determination from Harry like a crashing crystal wave now that he was through
the wards and nearer to his bondmates.

�� The wave
was mingled with darker undertones of lust, which Draco had gradually come to
think of as something that Harry would never let himself feel.

�� And Harry
stood in the center of the entrance hall, staring at him.

�� Draco
licked suddenly dry lips and laid down his cloak on the small table near the
door. It wasn�t the right place for it, but at the moment he was too frazzled
to carry it into the sitting room, where the hooks were.

�� What are
you doing?� he whispered.

�� Harry
smiled, and his bond softened and spread out like a pool of water, as if the
sight of Draco�s nervousness had increased his confidence. �Something perfectly
understandable, and which you�ll thank me for later,� he answered, as he
stepped past Draco and picked up the cloak. �You know that it would drive you mad to have this lying here, at least
once you recovered.� He closed one eye in a slow wink and turned towards the
sitting room.

�� Draco shivered.
His nerves were stretched taut, and he felt as though he were humming with
fire. He felt along his bond with Severus, but encountered only dark, patient
waiting that didn�t help him figure out what Harry was doing.

�� Helpless to
do anything else for the moment, he followed Harry into the sitting room and
watched him hang the cloak up. Harry patted out a few drops of the light rain
that had been falling and then turned and faced Draco with a slight smile.

�� What are
you doing now?� Draco whispered. He wanted the suspense to end, but at the same
time the sweetness of it sped his beating heart.

�� Harry
smiled and answered without words. He stepped forwards and placed his hands on
Draco�s shoulders, kissing him squarely, once, on the mouth. He moved his face
away before Draco could respond and kissed him on the cheeks, the forehead, and
the ears. Draco�s breath stuttered as Harry�s tongue flicked gently along the
lobes of his ears and then his teeth closed on one lobe.

�� Draco
moaned. �I love that,� he said, arching backwards until Harry had to shift his
arms so that Draco wouldn�t drop to the floor. �Did Severus tell you?�

�� Harry
laughed and withdrew his teeth from Draco�s ear to respond, licking around the
lobe again. �He didn�t need to tell me,� Harry whispered. �I watched you over
the past few days and saw how you shivered whenever something brushed your ear.
Your own hair, your cloak, Severus enchanting a quill to travel across the room
to you and slightly missing his mark�it didn�t matter what it was. So that was
when I decided I would like to do this.� He bent his head and returned to what
he�d been doing.

�� Draco
reached out, fluttering his fingers along Harry�s shoulders, wanting to grip and
not daring to. Harry bit again, then moved on to his other ear and bit that
one. Meanwhile, one of his hands smoothed up and down Draco�s chest in a
movement that might have been enough on its own to reduce Draco to babbling
incoherence.

�� Combined
with the bites on his ears, it made his back arch and helpless moans and
grumbles fall from his lips.

�� Harry
kissed him on the mouth again, and walked him backwards. Draco tried to keep
track of where they were going, but had to give it up when Harry twisted one of
his nipples and turned the pain to pleasure in the same stroke with another
bite on his left ear.

�� Draco�s
knees hit something, and he hazily identified it as the couch. Harry sat him
down and stood looking at him for a moment, his face dropping its teasing,
playful smile. Draco blinked at him. Has
he lost his nerve after all?

�� Harry�s
eyes narrowed, showing he�d felt the thought, and then he dropped to his knees
in a rush and pulled off Draco�s trousers and pants in a smooth, swift motion
that he must have practiced.

�� Jealous
images of Caesarion melted out of Draco�s mind as Harry did something else
swiftly and smoothly and fastened his mouth around the head of Draco�s cock,
sucking so that his cheeks puffed out.

�� Draco cried
out and tried to muffle it with a hand over his mouth. Harry swirled his tongue
around and glanced up at Draco through laughing, challenging eyes.

�� I can
still hear the sounds that you�re trying not to make in your mind, you know,�
he told Draco, and ducked his head again. Once again, his tongue pressed
forwards and swirled, and Draco whined and fell back against the couch. His
hands fluttered down and onto Harry�s hair; then he moved them fretfully away.
There was no escape from the pleasure and no means of bracing himself against
it, no matter where he put his hands.

�� And then
the pleasure redoubled.

�� It took
Draco a moment to understand what was happening. His pleasure was falling down
the bond to Harry, and what Draco felt was Harry�s reaction to Draco�s sensations. He managed to force
his eyes open and saw Harry sliding one hand into his pants even as he remained
on his knees, sucking frantically.

�� Draco cried
out and bucked, entirely accidentally. He felt his cock slide against smooth
palate and slick tongue and carefully covered teeth. Harry groaned, and his
hand in his pants sped up.

�� Don�t
come,� Draco said, though Merlin knew how he forced the words out in between hot
surges of wonderfulness that seemed to enter his cock from outside. �I want to see you when you come.�

�� Harry
groaned at him, but pulled his hand out of his pants and wrapped it around
Draco�s erection instead, then focused furiously on giving Draco the best
blowjob of his life.

�� His tongue
was everywhere, in a way that would have made Draco jealous if he hadn�t been
sure a lot of it was natural talent, because there was no way that Caesarion
had been this good. His tongue, which
Draco had seen a time or two, was too narrow. Harry probed at Draco�s slit,
stroked the underside of his head as if he thought that it needed special
attention, and then eased his mouth down the shaft and sucked with a nameless
hunger.

�� Draco
reached out and stroked Harry�s cheek, letting one finger rest on the soft skin
so that he could feel his own cock poking at his fingertip from inside. Harry�s
eyes opened wide when Draco did that, then shut on another breathy moan. His
tongue darted and whipped back and forth, and Draco had to shut his eyes so
that the sparks could burst behind his eyelids.

�� Another
lash, the final one, and Draco came so hard that he knew he strained a muscle.
The fiery force and recoil of his orgasm�the recoil coming through the
bond�lifted and dropped him boneless on the couch, shaking.

�� Harry stood
up, his mouth moving as he struggled to swallow. Draco felt a moment�s smugness
that his spunk was so copious that Harry had to struggle like that.

�� Then he
leaned down with blazing eyes and gave Draco a salty kiss.

�� Draco
tilted his head and gave himself up to it enthusiastically, his fingernails driving
into and piercing the skin on the back of Harry�s neck. Harry gasped, but
didn�t object, and that heavy panting into his mouth drove Draco all the more
mad. He pressed on Harry�s shoulders, trying to urge him down so that he could
return the favor.

�� But Harry
pulled back instead and hovered over him for a moment, with his eyes bright and
his face bright and his smile bright and the bond so bright that Draco kept his
eyes carefully open, because he would see it burning in the darkness of his
mind if he closed them and it would blind him. Draco stared back up at him,
wondering for a moment if he had done something wrong, not reacted the way
Harry expected.

�� I did
enjoy my birthday gift,� he said. �I promise.�

�� But Harry�s
response didn�t come aloud. He stepped back from the couch�though he kept a
hand on Draco�s shoulder�and called in his mind, offering the thought freely to
Draco as well, Severus, aren�t you going
to come down the stairs and share this with us?

*

�� Severus dug
his fingers into his palms. Though part of him had hoped for this summons
without daring to expect it, it was almost painful to hear the words now.

�� This should be between the two of you, he
told Harry, carefully surrounding the thought with iron walls so that Draco
couldn�t hear it. Draco was of the sort of sensitivity that would work
Severus�s words into a rejection of him personally.

�� It was, Harry said cheerfully. And now it should be between the three of
us. We�re bondmates. And�

�� He dropped
the barriers over that private part of his mind, and revealed lust that dazed
and dazzled Severus, roaring and shining like a fire made of rubies.

�� I want you, Harry said. His voice was
raw, and a trembling in the bond let Severus know that he wasn�t the only one
feeling this particular nervous tension. Come
on, Severus. Let me pleasure you.

�� The words
acted like iron chains to tug Severus to his feet and guide him down the
stairs. He was practically stumbling in his eagerness, at least until he
realized how pathetic that would make him look. He clenched his teeth and
managed to walk smoothly in his
eagerness, despite the fact that it looked as if his cock was leading the way.

�� He
understood now, perfectly, why Harry had shielded that part of his mind. Harry
hadn�t wanted him to know that he�d been studying Severus as well, adding small
impressions to the store of them that he already had, trying to decide what
would please him.

�� He could simply have asked, Severus
thought, but he knew it couldn�t be that simple, for any of them, with their
history and the tender pride that still made Harry think that he was being
mocked when he wasn�t. Even ordinary lovers with every reason to trust each
other did not always talk openly about their desires.

�� This time,
Harry poured treasures of wordless admiration over Severus like a jeweled
waterfall, showing that he had studied his movements, his small grains of envy,
his loneliness. Harry had noticed the darkness of his hair, the elegance of his
hands, the unexpected softness of his skin along his ribs and on the back of
his neck, the way he could concentrate to read a book through a storm, his
darting intelligence. There was so much there, and Harry kept pouring his
observations down, as if he were determined to make up for all the dry years of
Severus�s life.

�� Severus was
dazed and stumbling by the time he reached the ground floor, but he still
remembered the way to the sitting room.

�� Draco lay
back on the couch, his arms splayed wide, his eyes shut and his shirt hanging
over his shoulders. Traces of a flush still haunted his cheeks and chest,
making the pale flesh look more real. He opened his eyes when he heard
Severus�s footsteps and gave him a soft, smoldering glance that caused
Severus�s lips to dry out again. He had thought it was bad enough feeling
Draco�s orgasm secondhand, and Harry�s pleasure in giving him that orgasm.

�� And Harry
stood over the couch, one hand on Draco�s shoulder, his eyes so open and
inviting that Severus shuddered. It was like being touched with gentle fingers
on that sensitive skin Harry had noticed, a touch that could turn into either
shuddering ecstasy or a devastating pinch depending on what the toucher�s
intentions were.

�� Welcome, Harry said, and repeated it
aloud a moment later. He extended his other hand to Severus, and waited.

�� Severus had
found many unexpected things to adore in Harry that evening, but perhaps
greatest of all was this, the fact that Harry left the ultimate choice up to
him. He would have been hurt, but he would have understood, if Severus had
decided to walk away.

�� Severus
stepped up to him instead, and took his hand, and held it loosely for long
enough to make Harry stare. Then he tugged Harry close to him, and into a kiss
that made Harry gasp and almost struggle to escape.

�� He had
learned many things about kissing since the first months of his relationship
with Draco, when Draco had seemed startled and delighted and yet not quite
mindless under his lips in the way that Severus wanted him to be. He had
learned to wield his tongue like a weapon in a new way.

�� He did it
now, sliding under the corners of Harry�s tongue and stroking there, tapping
Harry�s palate and then his tongue in quick succession, guiding him into all
sorts of unexpected movements that nevertheless felt good and made Harry
shudder and slide down into his arms, still fighting to give as good as he got
but unable to do so.

�� Severus
rejoiced a moment in his smugness, letting it flood his mind and the bonds like
water burning blue.

�� And then he
realized that he shouldn�t have done that, as Harry opened his eyes, turned his
head, and pierced him with a scalpel stare.

�� The next
moment, he had somehow pulled back and used one of the moves that Ledbetter had
taught him to lay Severus on the couch next to Draco. Draco rolled out of the
way, his muscles still languid, his eyes wide open, his breath torn between
gasping and laughter.

�� Severus
tried to glare at him to let him know what would happen to him if he did start laughing, and Draco shut his
mouth. But his mind was still alive with mischievous snakes of lightning, which
darted down and bit when Severus was occupied with the way Harry tugged his
robes impatiently off. Did you really
think that you were going to stand up to his determination?

�� You said yourself that I have grown to be a
better kisser, Severus protested, wishing he didn�t feel quite so much like
a landed fish as he flopped his legs and arms and tried to assist Harry in the
removal of his robes.

�� That wasn�t the question I asked. Draco�s
mind was bright with smugness now, too, and it was quite as irritating as
Severus had always supposed. I asked if
you thought you could resist a stubborn Gryffindor�s determination.

�� Harry had
removed enough cloth by that point to get his mouth to where he apparently
wanted it, on Severus�s cock, so Severus didn�t get the chance to answer as his
thoughts dissolved into garbled incoherence.

�� Harry
sucked with his eyes closed, which made Severus wonder for a moment if Harry
couldn�t bear to see what his older bondmate looked like naked. At the thought,
Harry�s eyes popped indignantly open, and the clear flame burning in them drove
any thought of Lily from Severus�s head. This was not Lily. Lily had been
gentle and thorough. Harry was rushing, impatient; the image that came to
Severus through the bonds was of a horse throwing up its head and running away
with its rider because it knew where to go better than he did.

�� Are you ever bloody hard to reassure, Harry
snarled, and then he drove his mouth forwards and sucked strongly in one place,
about halfway down the shaft, instead of moving around the way that he had with
Draco.

�� Severus
arched his back, gasping. He didn�t know how Harry had realized that he would
like this. Perhaps the bonds conveyed more in the way of unconscious fantasies and
desires than he had thought.

�� Then he
thought about their blended dreams, and felt like a fool.

�� Harry
brought one hand into play, rolling Severus�s balls, teasing up around his
arsehole, which clenched in pleasure. His other hand remained on Severus�s hip,
and his eyes never varied their direct, strong stare, as though he was daring
Severus to complain about this.

�� Severus
couldn�t. His head fell back and his throat shut so that only small puffs of
air could come through�because he refused to admit that that madly embarrassing
moaning noise could be him�and the pleasure crashed down on him like falling
icebergs.

�� He was
already primed by feeling Draco come. That was the excuse he gave for why he
thrust forwards in a stupidly short time and held himself there, flooding
Harry�s mouth with his come. The thought of that, of the fact that the mouth
that had argued with him and shouted at him and cast curses at him and smashed
flat against his in a kiss was now stretched around his cock, made him come
harder and give shorter, more savage thrusts.

�� When he
finished coming, he felt as though he wouldn�t be able to move for the rest of
his life. He had to work to force his eyes open, instead of curling up on the
couch and going to sleep without even a cleaning charm.

�� His
strength returned when he saw the two pairs of eyes watching him. One, Harry�s,
was bright and gloating. That very triumph was a challenge to Severus.

�� The other
pair, Draco�s, darted from him to Harry and came back full of questions, but
not the questions that Severus might have expected. Draco could hardly feel
left out when Harry had sucked him off first. Instead, he was asking whether
Severus felt strong enough to join him in tackling Harry.

�� Severus
nodded minutely.

�� Now, I
think you need to acknowledge that I�m just better
than you at some things,� Harry had begun, in a tone so like a taunt that
he really needed to blame what happened next on himself.

�� He gasped
as Draco sprang forwards and grabbed his hips, turning him so that he fell on
the couch on his back. Harry tried to sit up, and Draco twitched his pants
down. Severus bent over at the same moment and kissed Harry, plunging his
tongue deep, trying to convey his pleasure and thanks in the way that his voice
and mind, at the moment, would not allow him to do and which Harry might
misunderstand through the bonds.

�� Harry
gasped and moaned when he had to open his mouth to admit Severus�s tongue. He
went completely still when Draco�s mouth closed around his cock from the floor,
tongue licking up and down the shaft. Severus knew what Draco was doing thanks
to the bonds, as they cleared and stabilized again.

�� Then Harry
tried to express some waffle about how this was Draco�s birthday and how he�d
wanted to honor Draco and Severus, and he didn�t want them to feel obligated to do this for him just
because he�d done it for them�

�� Harry, Severus said, deliberately making
his mental voice into a bark of the kind that usually quelled resistance from
his Potions students. Shut up and stop
being stupid. We want to do this.

�� He sent a
nod down the bonds to Draco, who increased the speed and pressure and tightness
of his mouth until Harry�s protests shattered like glass and Severus could kiss
him in peace.

�� If peace was the name for the wild, boiling
excitement that all three of them shared at the moment.

*

�� Harry
hadn�t envisioned something like this happening; he had thought he would come
with his hand down his pants while sucking off either Draco or Severus, and
he�d been fine with that. He�d left so much of this getting together up to them
that it was right he take the lead for a little while. Later, when they felt
more comfortable and had got over their surprise at what he was doing�

�� But now.

�� He had no
barriers, given his lack of expectations. He fell apart long before he came,
breathless and unanchored, drifting between the plunge of Severus�s tongue at
one end and Draco�s at the other. Sometimes his flailing hands found a grip on
robes or shoulders or the couch, but always another surge of sensation came
along at the next moment to tear them free.

�� He had
thought that what he felt through the bonds before this was intense. He had had
no idea. Severus and Draco at the moment weren�t feeling physical pleasure so
much as the pleasure of finally having him with them, and it amazed and humbled
Harry to know they felt this way about him. A storm of feelings, both physical
and emotional, broke over his head, and he could only cower before it in awe and
gratitude.

�� And
enjoyment.

�� Oh, was there ever that, as he thrust and
thrust and thrust, and still Draco�s mouth never slowed down or faltered,
simply moving in different directions so that he could adjust. His lips were
fastened into a tight tunnel that spurred other images in Harry�s mind and made
him want to wail aloud.

�� Except that
his mouth was kept busy by Severus, who by now was thrusting his tongue very
deliberately into different places in Harry�s mouth, and causing him to imagine
something else that made him want to wail aloud.

�� Or were
they part of the same thing?

�� The images
swirled and blended, the pleasure rose and fell apart and whirled upwards, the
happiness of Draco and Severus now that he was with them showered over his head
like rain, and then everything clapped together and flung him into space.

�� Draco
tightened his mouth further, greedily sucking. Severus paused, moved his lips
slightly, and then thrust his tongue into the middle of Harry�s cheek.

�� Harry
screamed.

�� And came.

�� And then he
fell from the storm to rest gently in safety, in the twining of two pairs of
arms, and that was all he knew for a long while.

*

�� Alliandre:
Hopefully you enjoyed it.

�� Mia: Thank
you! I hope that you really enjoyed this next chapter.

�� Well, I do
have a story that�s Harry/Draco and has Snape involved as a mentor to them
both, called Inter Vivos. But it�s true that I have very few other stories
involving the three of them.

�� leila:
Thank you!

�� Snivelly:
Kingsley did not set up the attack on Harry�s house. Of course, that doesn�t
mean that he won�t be a problem in the future.

�� And yeah, I
don�t try to represent everything through
the bonds because it would destroy the forward motion of the narrative and just
be a bunch of impressions.

�� Adamaris
Syler Autumn: Thank you!

�� Dragon:
Thank you!

�� Yellow22:
That�s quite a reading commitment! Glad you enjoyed it.

�� k lave demo:
Thank you! Harry does have some naivete to work through still, but then, his
trials were different than Draco�s and Severus�s.

�� Cassandra:
No problem.

�� starstruck86:
Thank you! I hope that you see Severus getting the love he deserves here, and
that you continue to enjoy the story.
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