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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Blaise propped himself up on an elbow and looked down at Harry. “Alright, spill.” He demanded.

Harry couldn’t meet his eyes. “Spill what?” He asked.

Blaise grabbed his chin with his free hand and turned Harry to face him more directly. “You've been distant and closed-off. It's not the Harry I’m falling for, and I want to know where he’s gone. What's wrong?” He asked.

Harry sighed. “I’m worried.” He admitted.

“About…?” Blaise prodded.

“What if bringing those other instincts to the forefront damaged me? What if I can’t be a good submissive for you anymore?” He asked in a small voice.

Blaise's face cleared. “Oh. So that's why you wanted to do things vanilla tonight. Harry, if it did change things, you won’t actually know until we try. And even if it did, we can see what you can and can’t do, and we can work with that. I'm not going to leave you. Not unless you want me to. If you push me away, I’ll go, but the rejection is not going to come from my end. Trust me, I’m falling for you hard. And it’s not all about the sex. That’s good, but you’re also a loving, giving person who tries so hard to see the best in people if they make the same effort. Not everyone does that, and it makes you beautiful inside and out.” He finished.

Harry bit his lip. “You really wouldn’t leave me if I can’t properly submit? I thought you needed that.”

Blaise sighed and shook his head. “It’s what I look for, because it’s what I like. But I have the strength to step away from it if that's what you need, at least until you feel ready to try some things out again. I’m sure that those instincts haven’t changed you totally. You're still you at the core, and I’m confident that your incubus is strong enough to hold its own desires above the vampire instincts. Even if they're strong. But even if that's not the case, I'll stay by your side.” He assured Harry.

“I’m happy you feel that way. Next time we can see if anything has changed. I’m going to try and get some sleep now. Fair warning, I’m going to be awful tomorrow morning.” Harry warned.

Blaise smiled. “Yes, I remember snarky, snarly Harry from last Sunday morning.” He agreed.

Harry gave him a rueful smile. “It might be worse than you remember.” He added.

Blaise laid down and curled around Harry. “I'll live. Good night, gorgeous.”

“Good night.”

*****

Harry pushed open the classroom door and walked in, seeing Severus standing over a steaming cauldron.

“Hi.” He mumbled sleepily.

Severus snorted. “How did your little visit with Lucius go yesterday?”

“It went fine.” Harry answered.

“Well? Did you fuck him well?” Severus asked as Harry sat down, filling a goblet.

Harry sighed. “He certainly wasn’t complaining. He didn’t get anything you didn’t get first, you know. Except to give me a blow-job. You still haven’t done that. But if you don’t want to, I can live with that.” He finished lightly.

Severus handed over the potion. “I haven’t had a chance. You always take the lead, and you know I like that. If you want me to give you favours, ask for them. I’m unlikely to deny you.” He said evenly.

Harry looked surprised. “Oh. You wouldn’t mind? I always just assumed that you didn’t want to do that with me. I thought if I asked, you’d say no. So I just didn’t ask for it.”

“We’ve both assumed things and been wrong. We really need to communicate better.” Severus said wearily.

Harry drank the potion. “How about we start tonight? We can have dinner in your room, can’t we? Just us two? We can talk. There’s a lot we don’t know about each other, it looks like.” Harry suggested. “So, what do you say? Date night?” He grinned hopefully.

Severus shook his head, a faint, barely-there flush on his cheeks. “Don’t call it a date. It will be dinner and talking. Nothing more. But yes, we can do that.”

Harry looked at him, a brow cocked. “I’m calling it a date. You’re my mate, and we’re spending time together eating a meal and talking. That’s a date. My first real date that won’t be an unmitigated disaster, if all goes according to plan.” He added.

Severus snorted. “Who did your disaster date include?” He asked.

Harry scowled. “I’ll tell you about it tonight. You’ll probably have a good laugh.”

Severus lips twitched. “I do love hearing about all your little embarrassing moments. It brightens my day.”

Harry sighed fondly. “Bloody sadist.” He muttered.

Severus vanished the rest of the potion and began cleaning up the space.

“Do you need help?” Harry asked.

Severus shook his head. “These ingredients and this cauldron come from my own personal lab. You can’t get in.” He explained. “And I refuse to give you the password, as you are a menace around potions.”

“I do a lot better when Slytherins aren’t trying to sabotage me.” Harry told him. “It’s hard to brew and shield at the same time.”

Severus smirked. “Learn to multitask.” He said shortly. “You seem to be doing better this year.”

Harry grinned. “Malfoy's laid off some; he was the worst.”

“I’m glad you’re working on getting along better. He is my godson, so I care for him deeply. It’s nice to know there won’t be as much friction between you two in the future.” Severus said. “Now, leave me to prepare for dinner. Oh, but first,” He fished a different potion out of his pocket and handed it to Harry. “I’m going to try to find a way to incorporate that into your regular potion, but so far I have been unsuccessful.”

Harry downed the contraceptive and smiled. “Thank you. You take such good care of me. It's nice to have someone look out for me. I didn’t get that much with the Dursleys.” He said, handing the vial back.

Severus nodded. “I intend to see you graduate. We don’t need any accidents happening before then.” He said. “Now go. Come to my rooms at six. Don’t be late.” He told Harry.

Harry smiled. “I won’t be.” He promised.

*****

“So, really, she just wanted to pump me for information and cry over Cedric.” Harry finished. He took a sip of the butterbeer Severus had found for them and shook his head. “It was, as I said, a disaster. So what was your first date like?” He asked.

Severus mumbled something indistinct, and Harry cocked his head.

“What?”

Severus shot him a glare. “I said, ‘this is it!’” He snapped.

Harry's eyes widened. “You've never been on a date?” He asked in shock.

“Harry, look at me.”

Harry looked at the man in front of him. “What? What am I looking for?”

Severus gave him a withering look. “Look at my nose, my hair, my teeth, my skin. Do I look like the kind of person someone would want to date?” He spat the word as though it were foul. “I’m hardly anyone's first choice of partner. I’m sorry you got stuck with me.” He finished.

“What do you mean, ‘stuck with you?’ I might not have picked you, as such, but I don’t care how you look, and I’m happy to have you! You’re a good man. That’s all that should matter. And you don’t look as bad as you seem to think. If I can look past that, and Lucius can, you should be able to tell by now that there's a lot more to you than your looks. You've got a lot of admirable qualities, and they far outweigh any features you think are unattractive. I, for one, find you very attractive.” Harry added.

Severus scoffed.

“It’s true!” Harry defended himself. “You might not be classically beautiful, like Lucius is, but there’s more to a person than cool good looks. Your eyes are deep and mysterious, your nose is actually very aristocratic-looking, and you hair is wonderfully soft and silky when you have it washed. And I don't care one whit about your teeth, because—” He opened his mouth and pointed to his fangs. When he closed his mouth and gave Severus a pointed look, the man smiled a bit.

“I take your point on that one.” He said in amusement.

Harry grinned. “Can we agree that you look perfectly fine to me, and can you just rest easy knowing that I don’t care how you look? If that was all I cared about, I would never have had sex with you in the first place, but I did. I chose you to be my first because I care about you, and it has absolutely nothing to do with any outward beauty or lack thereof. It’s what’s inside you that attracts me.”

“Yes, inside my veins, to be precise.” Severus quipped.

Harry laughed. “That, too, but I was talking about your personality.”

Severus quirked a brow. “Oh? I remember just a short while ago that someone called me, and I quote, an ‘arsehole.’” He reminded Harry.

Harry flushed. “Well, you were being one, in my defence.” He shot back.

Severus shrugged. “I suppose I was.” He allowed.

“I like you a good deal more, now.” Harry said. “Since you seem willing to accept that you mean as much to me as the others.” He cocked his head. “What were your parents like?” He asked.

Severus stiffened. “Why do you want to know?” He asked.

Harry shrugged. “Just curious. I want to know you better. Blaise has told me about his, and Lucius and I discussed his father, but not his mother. If you’d rather not tell me, I understand. It’s just… We don’t really know each other, and you’ve seen a good deal of my home life through Occlumency lessons.”

Severus sighed. “It was… Very similar to your own upbringing. My father was a drunk and frequently violent. My mother tried to shield me from him as best she could.”

Harry frowned. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, you don’t need to apologize.” Severus said heavily.

“I mean for bringing up bad memories.” Harry said softly.

“Ah. It’s fine to be curious. I would be, in your position. My father was a muggle, and he treated my mother and I badly simply for having magic. He was, I think, jealous. And my mother was very beautiful, she could have done much better than him, but he was good to her when he wasn’t drinking, which, sadly, wasn’t often. They both died when I was sixteen. Lucius took me in and helped me deal with the grief and cleaning the house and all that. He and I grew very close while I stayed with him.” Severus told Harry.

Harry nodded. “I can understand why. Do you know how it happened?” He asked softly.

“Murder-suicide.” Severus said hollowly. “My father slit his wrists after he—probably accidentally—killed my mother.”

“Oh.” Harry shook his head. “That’s horrible.”

“It was, but I am over it now. It was a long time ago.”

Harry shook himself out of his thoughts. “What’s your happiest childhood memory?” He asked.

Severus smiled. “Meeting your mother.” He said.

Harry gaped at him. “You knew my mum?” He asked.

Severus nodded. “She was my first friend before Hogwarts, and remained my closest until our fifth year. When that scene you saw in the pensieve happened. It was my biggest regret.”

Harry grimaced. “I bet. What was she like?”

Severus smiled, and began to describe Lily to the young man who had never gotten to properly know her.
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