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Never Too Much	By : Rettavex Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 14618 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Never Too Much
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- 4-4
- 5-5
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Severus stood over a simmering cauldron silently thanking the heavens for Web Grunnings. The young man, who had grown into quite an accomplished brewer over the decade he had been employed by Severus, had graciously stayed (without even being asked) late last evening to complete the enormous batch of a specialized fever reducer, which was in high demand due to a current outbreak of Elf Fever. Severus knew just how tedious the potion was to brew. It was not very unlike a fever reducer for wizards, but because it was for diminutive elves, the ingredient portions had to be reduced precisely or it would in fact make the little beings sicker. The reduction was no small feat under normal circumstances, but when brewing batches that were several gallons at a time, well it was quite a brain bender. Hedwig�s was the foremost supplier for the potion because they made it with a small addition of imported agave nectar (the only way the little creatures would imbibe it). Other apothecaries were offering an unflavored version, which the purchasers quickly realized would be useless, given that the stubborn little creatures wouldn�t so much as part their lips when offered it. Death, it seems, was better than unflavored potion.
For the past three weeks Hedwig�s, along nearly every other apothecary that could make the rare brew, had been virtually under siege, drowning in orders from everyone from large-scale employers like the Ministry, Hogwarts, and St. Mungos, to the everyday wealthy Pureblood appalled at the very notion that they�d have to actually enter their own kitchens due to their house elves being incapacitated. If Voldemort had been just a little smarter in his intent to take over the Wizarding World, he would have first garnered the favor and loyalty of the elves. If they could throw an entire society into chaos just by getting ill in large numbers, then striking on purpose would no doubt have the Wizarding World eating out of their little gray hands. Without the elves they�d all be knee deep in shit�literally. A fact that many an arrogant Pureblood was currently discovering. One could only hope that after the epidemic passed the owner�s of house elves would be just a little more grateful for their fragile servants.
Severus would have found the entire situation funny if not for the seriousness of the epidemic. The Wizarding World was in near panic as almost every house-elf in Britain had come down in the illness. Commerce was nearly gridlocked with no elves to transport, pack, unpack, or assist in the manufacturing of goods. Hogwarts had to actually be temporarily closed and the students were sent home early for the holidays. Without a legion of elves to cook all the food it took to feed the student body and maintain the castle, there was no way the school could function. That fact alone had Minerva actually owling him at the farm, almost begging him to rush their order so that the school�s elves would be well by the new semester.
Thus, with all the hullabaloo about feverish elves and the arrogant, shrill pleadings of manicured ladies and gents, Severus had hardly any time to focus on his home life. Harry, per usual, had been exceedingly understanding. He had taken even more charge of the boys over the past few weeks, leaving Severus with plenty of time for business matters and not much else. He missed his boys and his husband terribly.
For weeks he had been dragging his weary bones home with just enough strength to kiss the kids goodnight, eat a light supper, and bathe Harry. Just last evening he had actually fallen asleep mid-climax, leaving poor Harry to finish without him. He was mortified that he had been so rude. Harry took it all in stride, kissing Severus awake this morning and telling him that he was not upset, given just how exhausted the older wizard must have been. Still, Harry had teased him so badly about �passing out cold� that Severus had left for work early, unable to stop blushing with embarrassment every time Harry mentioned it.
Putting his mortification aside, he was busy pondering the appropriate time to give Webster his bonus, which would be a ten percent stake in the business, when he heard footsteps on the stairs heading down towards him in the lab of the shop. The footsteps were too light and too tentative to be Webster he thought, wondering just who the hell was entering his private labs. He lowered the flame on the cauldron as he watched the slow walking person finally come into view. Luna.
He was immediately struck by how disheveled the blonde appeared. Her hair�which was normally shiny as sunlit wheat�looked dull and in need of brushing. It was woven into a long braid, which by the frizzy looks of it had not been redone in several days. She wore Muggle clothing, which was not all that unusual for Luna. In fact, a lot of the younger generation of witches and wizards regularly donned Muggle attire these days, switching effortlessly between that and fashionable wizard robes. Yet, Luna wore a wrinkled sage green, cashmere sweater, which had probably been quite nice six years previously, and a pair of tan trousers that were frayed at the hem, one leg of which looked to be spattered with a condiment of some sort. Her skin was more pale than usual and her eyes were red rimmed and a bit sunken, a telltale sign of a poorly sleeping individual. She looked, in a word, bedraggled.
Still, Severus could see the serene beauty that was hiding beneath the disheveled clothing and tangled hair.
Severus quirked an eyebrow in surprise at the visit from his friend�he so desperately still wanted to call her that. He could only hope she did too. To say things had been awkward would be a severe understatement. Luna had been absent for weeks; their only reassurances that the witch was alive were the twice-weekly owls that she sent to Gabe and Remmy. The letters were usually just short stories for Gabe�s amusement, which he would read (with Harry�s help) to his baby brother at bedtime. Severus and Harry had noted the pointed omission of any letters or inquiries about either of them when she owled. That had hurt� Harry mostly. Severus was concerned that the blonde had chosen to distance herself from them, but he couldn�t say he didn�t understand. He probably understood best of all.
�Hi, Severus,� Luna greeted with a hesitant smile, her voice soft and slightly uncertain.
�Hello,� Severus replied, setting aside his wand and moving from behind his brewing station. He walked towards Luna, who stood just at the opening to the stairwell, trying to look more confident and at ease than she felt.
�I wanted to know if we could talk? Do you have a moment?� she asked, unconsciously tugging at a loose thread on her sleeve.
He regarded her for a moment more before summoning Webster. It took only a few seconds for the affable young wizard to make his way half way down the staircase, where he bent, peering down at Severus and Luna.
�You called, Master Snape?� Webster said.
�I did, Web. Luna and I are going into a private meeting for a while. See that we are not disturbed unless it is urgent,� Severus directed the Durmstrang alumnus.
�Very well, sir. Anything brewing you�d like me to monitor?�
�No, that will not be necessary. You, however, will leave an hour early today. Do not think I did not notice that you finished that ten-gallon order of fever reducer that St. Mungos ordered. While I thank you for that bit of initiative, I refuse to be the reason your fianc�e spends yet another evening watching your dinner go cold.�
The younger man smiled brightly at his boss� poorly veiled kindness and replied, �Thank you, Master Snape. I am sure Amelie will appreciate my arriving before midnight for a change. Nipping out early will give me a chance to buy her something pretty to help ease my penance.�
Severus watched as Web returned to the upper level of the shop before ushering Luna into his office.
Once the door to the orderly office was shut, Severus turned to find Luna standing near his desk, looking uncomfortable and more than a little frightened.
Before he could even begin to put her at ease the blonde blurted, �I didn�t know where else to go.�
The potions master regarded the witch for a few beats before nodding in understanding. He motioned for her to sit with him on the small sofa he kept in his office. Once seated Severus summoned a small vial of blue liquid from a cabinet behind his desk and handed it to Luna.
�Calming Draught,� he stated, answering the silent question in Luna�s eyes as she contemplated the proffered vial.
The uneasy witch nodded and downed the liquid, murmuring a thank you as she handed the empty vial back to Severus.
Several long minutes went by where nothing was said, and although Severus could see the properties of his Calming Draught beginning to take effect in the blonde, he also noted that she looked to be trying to swallow her own tongue. Her embarrassment was almost palpable.
Sensing that a little something more than a Calming Draught was needed to loosen Luna�s reticence, Severus summoned another vial. This one was wider and shorter, containing clear liquid. When the vial sailed into his palm, Severus pulled the stopper and handed it to Luna, nudging her shoulder to refocus her attention on what he offered.
�Is it safe to drink more of the calming potion?� Luna asked somewhat dazedly, already reaching for the vial regardless of the answer to her question.
�Vodka. Enhanced,� Severus informed her, watching as Luna downed the drink in one shot, her nose crinkling as the liquid burned a path down her throat.
Severus removed the empty vial gently from her hands, replaced the stopper and placed it in the pocket of his robe. After a moment of further consideration he let out a ragged breath and summoned another vial of the Vodka for himself, tossing it back elegantly while Luna watched.
Once the burn of alcohol dissipated, Severus relaxed back into the corner of the sofa, one long leg crossed atop the knee of the other. He examined the blonde once again, becoming more and more irritated at the silence.
�I suppose you�ve come to confess,� Severus drawled, gently pushing a wayward lock of his long black hair behind an ear.
Luna nodded sadly, her eyes trained on the floor between her knees. The picture she presented made Severus suck his teeth in irritation. He could not believe that Luna had come so undone, could be so�dejected.
The older man closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, desperate to calm his nerves and not say something that would send the blonde scurrying underground again.
�I realize I quite favor black robes and starched white collars, but I am no cleric. And I have the sins to prove it. Save your confession and cease with the self-flagellation. Harry and I have no secrets, Luna. None.�
�He told you, then,� Luna said, shutting her eyes tightly in mortification when Severus nodded slowly, the smug little smirk on his face making her jumpy.
She could feel her blood grow warmer and her skin flush as the memory of the orgasm Harry caused echoed in her mind. Even now, as conscience-stricken as she was, her body craved more. Every night for the past several weeks she had been plagued by wet dreams filled with the sound of a domineering, husky voice whispering erotically against her ear and the feel of calloused hands roaming across the soft skin of her inner thighs, as green-eyes blazing with lust held her captive like a slave. And every morning she woke with hardened nipples and sticky thighs, her legs tangled in sweat-dampened sheets.
She almost cursed herself for coming to Severus now, but realized that there was no use in second guessing herself at this point.
�Listen, I came because I need a friend right now. Can you�just�be that for a moment?� Luna asked rather forcefully.
Severus frowned and replied, �I am your friend, Luna.�
�No,� Luna retorted, almost shouting, her eyes darting between Severus and the floor. �I�I mean you are, but�if you can, I need you to suspend those other parts of yourself for just a minute. I need my friend. Not Harry�s sub, not his mate. My friend. Can you do that for me? Please.�
Severus cleared his throat and smoothed his features, nodding in response.
�I need your advice. I need you to tell me what to do?� Luna said, her watery eyes looking at Severus pleadingly.
The older wizard sighed and shook his head. �I cannot tell you what to do, Luna. If only it were so easy.�
At his words Luna�s face crumpled in frustration, her face falling into the palms of her small hands.
�But�� Severus said, as he reached out and tugged one hand away from that delicately boned face. �I can give you some advice.�
Luna lifted her head to look at Severus, a glimmer of hope returning to her eyes.
�You�ve always been honest. Don�t stop now. Be honest with yourself. Be honest with Harry. Be honest with me. Lying about what you want won�t make the desire go away.
�Also, remember that Harry loves you. He will respect you and continue to love you no matter what you decide.�
�Will you?� Luna asked when Severus finished, her voice carrying more venom than she intended.
�Will I what?�
�Will you still love and respect me no matter my choice?�
Severus looked away from her then, a sneer gracing his face as his throat worked to swallow the emotions that threatened to burst forth like a tidal wave. The last few weeks had been so enormously stressful and he so wanted the calm to return.
He stood abruptly from the sofa, fully aware that Luna�s wide, expressive gaze followed him like a lighthouse beam. He paced a few strides before turning to her and doing what he had wanted to do in the kitchen all those weeks ago, but had been unable to due to his own pride and Luna�s subsequent flight� he opened his arms wide beckoning Luna into them.
Without hesitation Luna pushed herself off the sofa and into Severus� warm embrace, snuggling eagerly into the warmth of his chest, her face turned into the thick fabric of his work robes, inhaling the comforting scent of fresh herbs and cauldron smoke that clung to the man. She basked in the affection Severus was offering so freely, feeling for the first time in weeks a sense of calm begin to work its way back to the surface of her mind, slowly carving a path for clearer thoughts through the chaos of indecision and emotional upheaval that had grown thick and unmanageable like jungle brush.
As she burrowed deeper into Severus� robes could feel his chest vibrate as he began speaking.
�I am secure in my relationship with Harry, so I do not fear this. I will always be your friend, Luna. You have been a gift to me these last years. A sweet, funny, clever, loving gift. Not only did you save my life, but you also made it possible for Harry to be free enough to claim me. You are a wonderful godmother to my children. How could I ever not respect you?
�What I told you in the kitchen is what I meant� make them happy. That is my one rule if you decide to come to us. I never wanted you to feel like some child caught playing with fire, or some sleazy woman out to ruin my relationship. I think you know me better than that. Let us in and end your misery. Harry and the children are my life. I would cease to exist without them. You are not taking them, Luna. Don�t you see that?
�One can never have too much love. There is no such thing. And you know as well as I that Harry has a heart seemingly made of nothing but wizard�s space. It can hold more people than you or I can imagine. There is certainly room for you.�
As he spoke he felt the svelte figure in his arms begin to quake as Luna�s tears of relief began leaking through the fabric of his robe. He held her through the silent sobs, caressing her back and stroking her tousled braid.
When her tears finally quieted and the barest measure of her composure returned, Luna pulled back from the embrace a bit and looked up into Severus� eyes with a wan smile.
�And what about you?� Luna asked with sincere eyes.
Severus just looked back at her with confusion in his eyes.
�Is there room for me in your heart as well?� she clarified, her red eyes full of longing and uncertainty, making her look fragile and young.
�Always,� he replied, placing a kiss to her forehead, before pulling back and looking warmly into those large, blue-green eyes that made him feel so calm.
Biting her lower lip as though nervous, Luna pushed up on her tiptoes, bringing both hands up to cradle the face of her friend, surprised at the softness of Severus� skin. He could look so severe and unapproachable, but the skin�it was smooth and unblemished, also pale, but warm and supple. She forgot to breathe when Severus closed his eyes, giving her tacit permission to continue her exploration. She took it, allowing her fingers to trace over every crease, outline the shape of every bone, the location of every wrinkle and scar as she committed his face to memory like that of a blind person. She stroked her index fingers down the length of that proud, aquiline nose, across thin peach-colored lips, before allowing her hands to slide away from their task, each fingertip slipping quietly down that smooth skin until they dripped off the edge of his chin and jawline.
Severus was lost in the sensation of those dainty hands roaming across his face. His heartbeat quickening as he felt the soft exhale of Luna�s breath across his skin, as the faint scent of Luna�s rosemary-mint shampoo wafted up his nose.
When those delicate fingers finally left his face, Severus opened his eyes to stare into Luna�s, happy to see that a bit of that mischievous glint had returned to those large orbs that he had come to adore.
�Can I�� Luna asked hesitantly, her eyes wide and curious. �I just need to know�� she whispered before she pushed up on her tiptoes once more and pressed her lips gently against Severus�.
She slid her tongue against Severus� lips, begging for entrance, which was granted easily. Their lips and tongues met in a slow dance, slipping and sliding against one another as they indulged in a leisurely exploration, tasting and testing, learning if in fact they could be more than just friends.
It was Severus who broke the connection first, his long arm wrapped possessively around Luna�s slim waist as he held their bodies close. He was not overly aroused, but he was�interested. The petite frame and sweet smells evoked new emotions in him, ones of gentleness and protectiveness. Part of him wanted to cradle the woman close and never let her go; snuggle her against his body and curl tightly around her. Yet, he knew his place, and his place was dictated by nature as much as nurture. Luna was first and foremost Harry�s, not his. They would all three share each other, but the truth was that Harry was at the top of the pyramid that their relationship could become if Luna saw fit to put her ill-conceived notions of propriety aside.
�You should go,� Severus said softly against Luna�s lips, which still remained close to his own.
He released her from his embrace, steadying her as she dropped back to the floor from her tiptoes. She blinked adoringly at him, giving him a crooked smile that reminded him so much of the Luna he had grown to love.
He crossed his arms over his chest and watched through slightly narrowed eyes as she headed towards the office door, wondering when he would see her again and if she would be back to her old self when he did. Things had already changed and Severus knew that there was no going back. Sure, Harry would accept her refusal to submit to him, to take part in a triad; but there interactions would forever be different from this point on. Whether she came to them or not, they would all know the truth of her feelings.
�This isn�t a game, Luna,� Severus called quietly as she grasped the doorknob. �Harry will honor your refusal, but once you submit to his bed you will be claimed, make no mistake. From that point on you will be a part of something larger than yourself� a family and all that entails. So, be very sure before you decide one way or the other.�
The blonde regarded him with cool eyes before nodding a fraction and asking, �Would you kiss the boys goodnight for me?�
�Of course.�
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