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Chapter Thirty-Nine—Sharing

            Harry took them to his bedroom this time.

            Severus made a noise low in his throat as he stared around the room, seeming to notice the smallness and the crowded condition of the furniture for the first time. Or perhaps he was only distressed by the way that Harry had chosen to decorate the walls with the murals and colors of his choice.

            “Fuck it, we’re doing it here,” Harry said firmly, and reached for the buttons on his robes. Shield landed on his shoulder and stared at him, and Harry stared back, raising his eyebrows. Shield finally bowed his head, rubbed it against Harry’s cheek as though encouraging him, and then turned and soared towards a shelf in the stone, high on the wall. Harry nodded. He didn’t mind Shield being in the same room with them, since he wasn’t really an animal but more a creature of magic and the soul-bond, as long as he didn’t try to interfere because he thought Severus or Draco would hurt Harry.

            Which they might.

            Harry shrugged his way out of his robes. The voice in his head sounded like Hermione, and that was enough reason not to listen to it.

            Draco was already halfway out of his shirt, struggling with it, his face bright and breathless, his eyes fastened on Harry’s. Harry laughed gently at him. “Anyone would think that we hadn’t seen each other naked before,” he said.

            “It’s not the same thing, and you know it,” Draco said. “You’ve been with us once, and you chose to come back.”

            Harry snorted. “And it seems that we can’t be away from each other for long without wanting to fuck again.” He turned to Severus, only to see his pale arse as he bent down and folded his clothes neatly up at his feet. Harry stared in spite of himself, and then began tearing at his clothes. Not only was he behind both Severus and Draco in undressing speed, he was starting to feel too hot to wear robes at all.

            “That doesn’t matter,” Severus said, standing up and turning around so that he could study Harry with a careful eye. “Unless you want it to matter. And then it will.”

            Harry had to shake his head when he saw the lines deepening around Severus’s eyes and on his forehead. “No. I don’t want—what you’re thinking I want. I want to have sex with you again. I want to know what that’s like. And I want to wake up beside you, and learn what trivial things you say in your sleep, and what you eat for breakfast, and what happens when you drool. You must, you know,” he added, watching the way that Severus’s eyes deepened and darkened. “Everyone does, and you’re only human.”

            “What about me?” Draco leaned into Harry’s line of vision and gave him a sweet smile that didn’t quite hide the dozens of sharp teeth. “Are you going to tell me that I drool, too? Me, the vision of Malfoy perfection?”

            “Yes, I bloody well am,” Harry said, and shot a hand out, gripping Draco’s hair and plunging him into a kiss.

            It was a thick kiss, which Harry hadn’t planned on but wasn’t going to reject. He bit Draco’s lower lip, and when Draco opened his mouth with a gasp, Harry slipped his tongue into it. Draco gave way gracefully before him, leaning against the wall and moaning freely.

            Severus came up on the side and stood watching them, without any emotion in his eyes other than desire. Harry lifted his mouth off Draco’s at last, gasped in air, and then turned and tried to kiss him in the same way.

            It became clear immediately that he wasn’t going to do the same thing here. Severus fought back, despite the way his hands trembled as he reached up to cup Harry’s cheeks—and Harry honestly wasn’t sure whether that was exhaustion or longing. His tongue dipped and scraped around Harry’s, and tasted the back of his teeth. Then Severus pulled it forwards again in a slow, delicious tug that made Harry groan and arch into him, reaching out a hand for Draco that he felt clasped and taken, but unable to look away from Severus right now.

            Draco kissed Severus’s cheek, and then reached out and forcibly took Severus from Harry. Harry laughed in the back of his throat and fell back a step, lifting a hand when Severus tried to look at him as if he thought that Harry would disapprove. Harry was still wearing his pants, he realized; he’d forgotten to tear them off when he was doing it with the rest of his clothes. He took them off, and sat down on his bed, looking eagerly back and forth between them.

            “I want to see you kiss,” he said. “I didn’t get to see so much of that, last time, and you must know each other pretty well.”

            “He knows my body,” Draco said, and turned his head back over his shoulder, the expression on his face coy.

            Of course, the way he was standing, he couldn’t see the expression on Severus’s face. For a moment, Severus looked genuinely stricken. Harry smiled gently at him, and Severus seemed to take heart; his fingers rose and skimmed Draco’s shoulders, towards his collarbone.

            “That is more than true,” he murmured. “And shall I show him what one can do with a knowledge of your body, Draco?”

            Draco jerked, his hips snapping back and forth, his mouth opening in a moan. He turned around to face Severus again, and his lips remained parted. He focused his eyes on Severus’s, and Harry didn’t know what was passing back and forth between them, a silent conversation or silent commands, silent pleas.

            He could have felt left out. He didn’t. He reached down and gripped his cock, and stifled a gasp. He thought that making noise now would draw Severus and Draco’s attention to him, and he didn’t want that. He wanted to see them together, how they touched, how they moved.

            He thought it was the only way he would ever come to truly understand them.

            Severus was bending Draco backwards now, his hands settling into place with insistent precision on Draco’s hips, his breath escaping him in soft, panting groans as he bit at Draco’s lips and nipped at his chin. Draco laughed, but it sounded breathless, too, and he was walking backwards step by step, his chest heaving as his hands flailed and sought a place to rest. Finally Severus backed him into the opposite wall and kept him pinned there as he kissed him intently, his eyes closed.

            He kisses like it’s his job, Harry thought, and smiled, and touched himself lightly now and then, because there was no reason to hurry this and make himself spill before someone else could touch him.

            But that was the intensity that was part of Severus, Harry reckoned. Whether it was brewing or freeing the Ashborn or kissing a lover, he would do it at the same pace and with the same concentration as long as it held his attention. It had been when Draco lost Severus’s attention that things began to decay between them.

            That is not going to happen again, Harry silently resolved to himself, and drew one finger down the middle of his cock in a way that made him gasp.

            Perhaps because Severus thought Harry had been left out of the action for quite long enough, he stopped kissing Draco for the moment and turned around to consider him. Harry tried to smile in a way that would make him appealing and winsome, but he thought he was probably too eager for that. Certainly Severus laughed quietly to himself as if he found it so, and moved towards Harry with a stalking grace that said he knew how much Harry would welcome it.

            “I think, this time,” he whispered against Harry’s ear, when he had finally reached the bed and Harry was on edge with the excitement ringing through him, “that you should fuck and be fucked both at once. You would like that, would you not? You would prefer a cock up your arse and an arse to receive your cock at the same time.”

            “How do you have any idea about what I like?” Harry asked, cursing the shakiness of his voice even as he spoke. He hadn’t known he would sound like that.

            On the other hand, from the way Severus’s eyes dilated, perhaps he liked “that” instead of thinking Harry was silly for it.

            “I did not,” Severus said then, his words drilling through the air between them like a cold wind. “I made a lucky guess, and the way you responded told me you did.”

            Harry licked his lips, unable to help himself. He saw Draco stepping up to the bed behind Severus, stretching his arms over his head and turning his head to the side as if he wanted to show off the curve of his neck and the line of his jaw to Harry, who already knew perfectly well what he looked like.

            “I think,” Draco said, “that I would like to be the one with his cock in my arse.”

            Harry licked his lips again, and Severus laughed, not in a mocking manner but in a way that made it sound as if he were very satisfied with himself. “Yes,” he said. “I think Harry agrees.” He reached out and placed his hands on Harry’s shoulders, holding him there as he peered into his eyes.

            Harry tensed for a moment, thinking that Severus was trying to use Legilimency on him, but he didn’t feel the familiar pressure against the shields of his mind. After a moment, he understood. Severus was giving him the chance to resist this, to say that he wasn’t okay with it and he wanted to do something else. Harry was the one with the decision-making power in this situation. He had only to use it.

            Harry reached up, took Severus’s hands in his, and held them up to his lips. He kissed the long, slender fingers and nodded.

            “Good,” Severus said, his voice hoarse with emotions that Harry wasn’t going to try to identify, and moved backwards. He turned to Draco. “Then, will you prepare yourself, and him?”

*

            Draco inclined his head, determined to hold a facial expression that would somewhat hide the wonder beating through him. Most of the time, Severus would not have asked him something like that. He would have demanded. And Draco would have given in, overawed by him as he had been before he learned better and started taking his place in the alliance.

            Before Harry came.

            Draco Summoned the lube with a motion of his wand and knelt down on the bed next to Harry, smiling at him. “Are you all right with lying here for a while so I can prepare both of us?” he whispered. “You could get up and move around if you wanted, but it would be a little awkward.”

            Harry blinked, and then smiled. “Of course I am. Do what you need to do.”

            If Severus had learned trust, Draco thought as he poured some of the thick oil into his hands and then began to rub them so that the oil heated up, Harry had learned random acts of grace towards Slytherins he had formerly distrusted. Or maybe the ability to do that had been there all along, and it was just the people Harry was expressing it towards that were new.

            Harry lay there, looking up at him with quite but intense green eyes, and Draco decided that last thought of his was the right one. Harry’s friends had probably always known this side of him, burning and generous and surprisingly needy in some ways, but Draco and Severus were only getting to see it now.

            Draco bent down and kissed Harry as he thought about that, and Harry laughed in surprise, reaching up to hook an arm around Draco’s neck to prolong the kiss. “I thought you wanted me to lie still,” he murmured against Draco’s lips as he started to pull back. “It’s going to be hard enough doing that when you really start preparing me, without you doing extra things like that.”

            Draco just grinned and refused to apologize. He thought Harry would be all right with that. He rubbed his hands once more, judged the oil was warm enough, and arched over Harry so he could reach back behind himself.

            He had often done this, but always with Severus sitting in a chair and watching, or sitting on a bed and watching, and often looking bored, as though Draco would have to put on a performance for him before he would be intrigued. Draco could feel Severus’s hot eyes on him now, and Harry’s slowly widening, comprehending ones, and that made what he was doing wonderful in a way it had never been. He arched his back and groaned as his fingers slid into himself, and then brought his arse down in a quick jab he had always liked and did to himself when he was alone. His fingers slid all the way in, and he rested for a moment, head hanging, getting used to having them there.

            Then he looked up and at Severus first, who had himself firmly in hand and was stroking with the languid motions of a man who didn’t intend to come yet, possibly not for a long time. Draco made sure to absorb the sight and to let Severus see that he appreciated it before he turned back to Harry.

            Harry’s jaw was dropped, and his eyes were fastened on Draco’s fingers as if he couldn’t believe that someone would willingly touch himself there. He started to move his head to the side to get a better view before he caught on that Draco was watching him and jerked his eyes up guiltily. Draco shook his head and murmured to soothe the guilt before he went to work again, this time with three fingers, stroking into himself and feeling the sensation rise and burn through him, the way that the orgasm would when he was ready to have it.

            Harry checked his face a few more times, but eventually forgot about doing that and just watched Draco’s hand. His tongue was continually in motion, licking his lips and then the inside of his mouth as if his inability to breathe was drying it out. His hand moved down and gripped himself again, but loosely. He’d forgotten about his cock in watching Draco’s arse, and Draco was both triumphant and amused when he saw that.

            He’ll remember about his cock soon enough.

            The angle was too awkward for Draco to reach his own prostate, but that didn’t much matter; he knew when he was ready by the looseness of his muscles under his touch, and the impatience that dazzled up and down in his limbs like lightning. He reached out and let his slick fingers touch the head and shaft of Harry’s cock.

            Harry started, apparently because he had forgotten this was coming, and then looked at Draco and gave the tiniest of nods. Draco leaned over and kissed him again, then made sure that his hand stayed light enough to keep Harry from coming, heavy enough to coat him completely.

            And it was…

            It was different than it was with Severus. Of course, Draco had known it would be, had plotted and dreamed what it would be, as he lay in his bed last night and played gently with himself until he burst.

            But Severus was still the only lover Draco had ever had, and so he hadn’t been able to reckon the ways it would be different. Harry was nervous in a way Severus never had been, probably because showing his emotions like that would have given away too much information to an enemy. Harry twitched and twisted and murmured apologies and sometimes opened his mouth as if he was going to whisper a secret or describe something in Draco’s ear, and his fingers were always rising from the sheets in aborted half-movements. He watched Draco’s ears and cheeks as much as his eyes, it seemed, and sometimes he whispered, Is this okay? And this, and this, and this? as his fingers traveled some new place.

            And Draco liked to nod and bow his head and accept the touches, knowing that he was defining some things for Harry, teaching him how to enjoy someone else in bed.

            By the time that he lay back and beckoned Harry to kneel over him, he was burning beneath his skin, with a gentle urgency that would grow worse fast. He hooked his feet behind Harry’s knees and tugged, and Harry gave a sharp, short cry as he fell forwards over Draco, blinking at him.

            “That’s it,” Draco whispered. He hoped he would be able to hang onto his own impatience throughout this encounter; at the moment, it was hammering in him like wings, threatening to take control of his hands and hurry everything along. He took a long, slow, deep breath that filled his chest with heated air and then dispelled it, and smiled into Harry’s eyes as he took his arms. “Slowly guide yourself forwards—you have to try and wait, and don’t come until after you’re—”

            “Already inside,” Harry whispered, staring down at him, and slowly moving his hips where Draco had directed him, licking his lips again.

            And then, Harry smiled. The expression made his face luminous, and Draco stared up at him, enthralled. Harry bent his head down and kissed him, guiding his tongue in careful motions instead of random ones this time, at the same time as his hips found the right place and the right pace. He shuddered a little, paused as if waiting for a signal or listening to a piece of music inaudible to Draco, and then nodded and pushed himself forwards in a single, incredible shove.

            Draco cried out and levitated off the bed until he nearly knocked chins with Harry. Harry smiled at him, and held him down again, and whispered into his ear, wanting to know if he had hurt him, even as he began to thrust. The motions were the little involuntary ones that Draco had made while Severus was kissing him, and Draco wasn’t really worried that they would make Harry come right away. He had something else to worry about instead.

            “How did you do that?” he whispered, breathless, licking Harry’s jawline as Harry came close enough to kiss. “How did you know that I would like that, if you did it?”

            “I reckon I’m not as hopeless about sex as I thought I was, after all,” Harry said, and undulated his hips a bit more. “And you’re—you’re wonderful, Draco, and I thought—I saw something in your face that said you wanted this, if I could do it.”

            Draco bit his lips and reached up to kiss Harry again, more gently this time. Harry let his tongue twine with Draco’s until Draco jerked his head back with the need to breathe, and then Harry turned and looked over his shoulder. The invitation in his eyes was so blatant that Draco groaned and tried as best he could to rub his cock against Harry’s stomach.

            “Aren’t you going to teach me what it’s like to have a cock up my arse, Severus?”

*

            Until that moment, Severus had thought it possible that Harry was playacting. Pretending to be braver than he was, because he did want to seem like the shy, nervous virgin who would ruin everything with his insistence on being slow and gentle. Trying to show them that he could be a good lover even if they had to teach him.

            Now, seeing the bright blaze in those green eyes, Severus wondered how much he and Draco might have left to teach Harry.

            Still much, he cautioned himself, and reached for the lube that Draco had left on the table beside the bed. He touched himself again, directing Harry’s gaze to his cock, and Harry nodded when he saw it.

            “You realize that this will hurt,” Severus said. “Unless we used spells that would take some time and generally feel unpleasant. Although perhaps less unpleasant than waking up with a sore arse,” he had to added, because Harry’s chin was lifted and his eyes were sparking, and Severus did not want him to choose greater pain simply because he was trying to show that he could stand up to what Severus and Draco could bear. They had much more experience than Harry.

            And some of that experience must have been equally painful for Draco to acquire, Severus had to admit to himself, looking at Draco’s flushed face and glazed eyes—an expression he had not always attained when Severus was the one fucking him. Well, Severus had made many a mistake with Draco. He did not wish to repeat them with Harry.

            “I know that,” Harry said, and jerked his head a little. “I know—I know that you don’t want to hurt me. I don’t care about that. Damn,” he added suddenly, sharply, probably because he had seen the expression like lightning on Severus’s face. “I didn’t mean—I don’t mean that I don’t care that you don’t want to hurt me.” Suddenly he shut his eyes and groaned, and moved his hips a little faster. “Draco, you’re not helping,” he hissed out of the corner of his mouth.

            Draco grinned up at them both, and probably squeezed down again, to judge by the way that Harry began to push into him. “This is silly,” he said. “Severus, you don’t want to hurt Harry. Harry, you accept that. And Harry, you don’t care about the hurt. There. That just proves that, even on my back with one of you inside my arse, I’m still cleverer than either one of you.” Severus was pleased to note just a touch of breathlessness in his voice as he panted that out, though.

            “Yes, you are,” Harry said. “And I want that hurt, Severus. I want to—feel you. The way I’m feeling him.” Sweat was trickling down his cheeks to collect in the corners of his mouth, and his eyes kept fluttering open and shut, as though they were connected to his cock. “The whole thing. I want to share it. Share you.”

            And Severus could finally bend down and kiss him with full confidence, glad that they had come this far, that they could do this.

            Perhaps it was only because of the weariness that plagued him when he had spent so much time today fighting to free Marie Yaxley’s mind, but he began to feel as if he had two other heartbeats, one in Draco’s body and one in Harry’s. His breath came in time with the panting that he heard as Harry began to move faster, because he had no choice, both his body and Draco’s demanding it. He could feel the way that they tried to hold back and hurry to their climaxes at the same time, and he anticipated their loud groans when he cast the spell that would help dull the sensations and ease them back from their peaks for a short space.

            “Leave time for me,” Severus said, and felt the moment when Harry smiled at him and Draco pouted before he looked up.

            He eased his fingers into Harry one at a time, pausing when Harry shuddered or pushed backwards or made a slight moan. He did not want to cause him pain, and he did not want to make him concentrate so much on what was happening behind him that he neglected Draco. He leaned forwards and murmured into his ear when Harry had a look of such agonized pleasure on his face that Severus thought he was probably forgetting he was inside someone, as well.

            “Do you feel the warmth around you?” Severus whispered. “The way that Draco is with you, joined to you? I will feel like that soon.”

            Harry took the hint and bent down to kiss Draco again. Draco shifted beneath him and spread his legs wide, lifting them so that his knees somewhat brushed Harry’s hips and cradled them. Harry smiled and gripped Draco’s legs to hitch them higher, his expression barely changing when Severus slipped another finger in.

            He did let his head fall back when Severus began to move the fingers he currently had in him, though, sighing out something that sounded close to, “Severus, please.”

            “Yes? You had a desire?” Severus kept his hand moving rhythmically, and exchanged smiles with Draco.

            “I—can you move faster?” Harry turned his head and opened his eyes, which were bright and filmed at the same time, his tongue sticking out of his mouth now and somewhat interfering with the clarity of his speech. The way that Draco bore down with his arse probably didn’t help, either. “I can take it, I promise. I’d let you know if I was in pain.”

            Severus arched his eyebrows, not entirely believing that with the insane bravery that Harry always thought he needed to have, but nodded and curled his fingers inwards. Harry yelped and jolted back, then forwards, and ended up, poised and trembling, in the middle, as if he didn’t know which direction he should go next.

            “Are you in pain?” Severus murmured, and kept his voice smooth. Any other emotion now, and Harry might not tell the truth.

            Harry grunted, his breath streaming in and out of him for a few seconds as though he was considering whether he should lie. Then he nodded and said, “No, I’m good. Do it.” And he moved his arse from side to side against the fingers as though Severus might not know what he was talking about.

            Severus caught Draco’s eye as he moved away and pulled his fingers out of Harry with a sucking sound. Draco’s face was bright and shining, so bright that it was hard to put a name to the emotion in it. Solemn, perhaps. Mocking, no. Severus knew that as surely as he knew the second heartbeat outside his body, the one beating in Draco’s.

            Severus positioned himself close behind Harry, and paused for a moment to take deep breaths and murmur wordlessly to his lovers. He felt a touch on his leg from Draco’s foot, and Harry was holding himself steady as a rock now, his breath still in anticipation, not fear. Severus believed that he would have known in a moment if it was fear.

            Then he took himself in hand, spread a little more lube along his length for luck, and began to press slowly in.

            Harry grunted, once, twice. His head swayed back and forth as though Severus were actually pushing his cock into the back of Harry’s neck. Once, his hand flailed out and back as though he would try to stop Severus, but it fell to the bed again, and when Severus stopped and breathed on the nape of his neck, he nodded furiously in invitation to go on.

            Severus groaned as he sank in deeper. He had sometimes done so with Draco, but every time, the sound had been wrung out of him involuntarily. This time, the heat around him, the warmth, the heartbeats beneath him and beneath the beneath, made him do it before he thought about it, in tribute to the pleasure there was in being with Draco and Harry like this.

            He opened his eyes and looked down, and saw that Draco knew it. He was looking at Severus and smiling, his face no longer so possessed of light. Severus nodded to him in thanks and apology for giving him this second chance, and pulled halfway out.

            Harry promptly tossed his head back in protest and moved as if to chase his cock. Severus ran a hand up and then down his side, fingers digging in above the ribs, and Harry shuddered. Severus pushed in once more, forcing Harry down towards Draco, forcing Draco wider open and to lose the smile in a gape and a gasp, forcing himself deeper.

            Sharing.

            “Now,” Severus whispered, and so close was he to the two of them at the moment that it seemed as if one of them might have whispered it and had it be equally his words. He closed his eyes and threw his back into it, as he knew they wished him to do, and let his hands do the seeking, the touching, the telling him what was there.

*

            Harry felt wrung out, mingled, mixed, left dry.

            Helpless.

            Caught between them.

            He couldn’t concentrate. Once he had thought that, when he finally had sex, he would remember everything, because it was so intense that it would burn itself into his mind. But here, there were only flashes, and the intensity did indeed burn his mind, but in a different way.

            Severus would thrust, and that would jolt him. And Harry would push into Draco, and Draco would arch and push back, not to be outdone, and that would make him feel so good that he was caught on the edge of exquisite pain.

            There was sweat dripping into his mouth. Harry flicked his tongue out to catch it and get it out of his way, but it was gone. When had it dried? He didn’t know, but Draco was writhing beneath him and making a loud and flattering noise, and Harry kissed him instead, because his mouth was a much more pleasant taste.

            Severus was so deep inside him that Harry could feel a foretaste of the pain he would experience tomorrow. But he was also discovering that he really liked being fucked, so he didn’t mind that part so much.

            Draco was straining for his own cock, but Harry was almost flat on top of him from the way they were positioned and the extra weight of Severus on his back, and Draco couldn’t sneak a hand in between their bodies to reach it. Harry kissed him again and managed to squirm his wrist down, defeated for a moment by the thick barrier of his own muscles and Draco’s abdomen, but—

            There it was.

            Draco closed his eyes and ripped himself to pieces, although the half-ricocheted shaking and the wetness that spread itself over Harry’s fingers were the only real signs of it; it seemed that he was too stunned to cry out. Then he opened his eyes, and Harry shivered from the sight of them, from the sight of what burned in them.

            “You’re going to,” Draco breathed, their faces close together from Severus’s relentless thrusting, hard enough to move the whole bed, or Harry would never have heard him.

            “I will,” Harry answered, and then there was a blink and a click and he lost the next moments to bliss as Severus pushed inside him again.

            When he could see past the white clouds that had streamed in front of his eyes, Draco was giving him a coy smile that promptly made Harry’s heart beat faster—and not entirely from pleasure. He swallowed and gave Draco what he hoped was a stern glance. Draco only smiled back at him, and then closed his eyes as if to concentrate and squeezed down with his arse.

            Harry was lost. He could feel the sensations of bodies from above and below and to the sides, where Draco’s legs gripped his hips, and he knew that there was only one way to answer all this pressure, all this glory, all this tightness and holding and refusing to let him escape from them into his own mind—

            To come.

            So he did.

*

            Draco shut his eyes when he felt the wetness deep inside him, and then Harry dropped down, unable to support himself anymore, his wet skin rubbing into the come smeared over Draco’s belly. Draco stuck out his tongue, and he managed to catch a drop of sweat hanging on the very edge of Harry’s nose.

            His hand moved steadily, smoothing up and down Harry’s back, scraping, gathering sweat, stirring it into the pool that dominated the center of Harry’s back. Harry gave a slight, exhausted whimper and tried to stir. Draco held him still, murmuring, caressing, and felt Harry give in as Severus began to thrust and thump, coming closer.

            Coming, Draco thought, and giggled, because the word had drifted into his mind as though it belonged there but also as though it came from outside, from the mind inside Severus’s skull or Harry’s, and Draco didn’t know what to make of it. He licked Harry’s nose again and opened his eyes, seeking Severus over Harry’s draped form.

            Severus looked back at him, his eyes dark, too, and burning, and his body moving so powerfully that Draco felt his own shuddering in sympathetic reaction, as though he were having another orgasm. Severus reached out a hand, and Draco strained to meet it, his fingers extending until he thought he could feel the flight of the air past them.

            Harry reached up between them, with a hand that traveled slowly and paused several times along the way, and Draco’s fingers brushed his palm as Severus’s fingers brushed the back.

            Severus shut his eyes and shuddered, once, a change rolling over his face and through his body. Draco shook again in response, and Harry sighed and murmured that he was trying to sleep.

            Severus leaned against Harry’s back when he was finished, his eyes shut, his hands dangling on either side of him as if they had grown too heavy for Severus to pick up again. Draco found himself waiting. Severus had often withdrawn from Draco, rather than lying like this, and gone to take a shower. Draco knew that he hated the stickiness, the salt that traveled from one body to another, the lack of cleanliness.

            But Severus made no effort to pull away. He murmured something, and then they all three floated into the air and turned over, so that the bed had more than enough room to hold them. Severus might have slipped out of Harry, and might not have; Draco couldn’t tell from this angle. All he knew was that there was weight to keep him in place, and warm, without letting him move from his spot.

            Astonished, grateful, loving, Draco closed his eyes, and listened to Harry’s windy snore in his ear for only a few moments before succumbing himself.

*

            Shared.

            That was the thought Severus had as he lay in the semi-darkness that came from dimming the room’s fire, and listened to Harry and Draco breathing. He could tell them apart without thinking; he could tell them apart without hesitating. It was—

            This was richness.

            This was something Severus had once thought he would never have, and something that he would sacrifice a great deal to keep.

            He closed his eyes and lay there, sharing, until sleep came and claimed him, too.

*

            Sablesilverrain: I hope this rewards your waiting!

            Lauren: Yes, and Harry would never really stop expecting him to be that way, really.

            AlterEquis: Oh, don’t worry. I know this has been “coming” for a long time (okay, you can hit me for that one) and that you wanted to see it.

            Mehla_Seraphim: Thank you! I like Laughter myself, if only because he feels able to hold a place in the alliance as well as Draco does.

            unneeded: Yes, that’s why he wanted to pick a wife from a family that lives by the old ways. He doesn’t want someone who would be too “romantic” not to understand that she’s mainly there for child-bearing.

            angelmuziq: Thanks for reviewing! The old alliance had different kinds of marriages, and the kind Draco is planning would be for heirs only and not really a marriage of love or romance (though they would have to respect each other enough to get along). So he wouldn’t have a “full” marriage with anyone except Snape and Harry.
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