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Triple Threat	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8058 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Harry was helping Severus back into bed when the man asked, “So, you know about Lucius’ fondness for wearing... panties?”

Harry choked and felt his cheeks getting warm. “Er, yes. Why?”

“I didn’t even know that. It doesn’t bother you that he does something so girly? You most certainly are gay.” Severus said.

Harry glared at him. “I tried to kiss Hermione, didn’t I?! I think that alone proves that I am most certainly bi.” He corrected. “For your information, I think it’s hot!”

Severus hummed. “I think it’s strange, but I’m not going to judge him for it. If he ever wears them to visit me, though, it will be a turn-off. I want him to be a man for me, with no trace of femininity. He has you for that, apparently.” Severus said, lips quirking upwards.

Harry snorted. “I’ll make sure he knows.” He said.

“Oh, he already does. Trust me, he knows me and thus, knows that I am firmly attracted to power and masculinity. I need a man’s love, it’s what I crave.” Severus said.

“A man, not a boy.” Harry said quietly.

Severus sighed. “I don’t think of you as a boy, Harry, and I shouldn’t have said that to you. You haven’t been a boy since you saw your Godfather die before your eyes, quite possibly even before that. I’m not exactly sure how or when my perceptions shifted, but you have been a young man in my eyes for a while now. I tried to ignore it, even when I found out you were mated to me, but it refuses to be pushed aside. You grew up when I wasn’t looking, and as much as I loathe admitting it, you are everything I always wanted and kept telling myself I could never have. You are special, and certainly mature enough to be called an adult. I don’t deserve you, that’s the truth of it,” he glared up at Harry. “But I am going to take what you offer me and keep it, and I am going to allow myself to trust in you, because you are nothing if not tenacious. Between you and Lucius, I could be a very happy man. I’m going to seize the chance for happiness that I’m being given.”

Harry snorted. “You sound so angry about that.”

“Being greedy is my vice. I’m not proud of giving in to that.” Severus muttered.

“I don’t mind.” Harry said lightly. “As long as you let me be greedy for you as well.”

Severus smiled a bit. “We can be greedy together.” He agreed.

Lucius poked his head in. “Is now a good time? Harry needs to be fed.”

Severus turned his glare on the blond. “I’m well enough to feed him now!” He spat.

Harry shook his head. “Not until you move downstairs, Pomfrey was very strict about that. Sorry. I want to suck you too, but we can’t yet.”

Severus flushed and then whined, “But I want to be sucked!”

Harry’s eyes bugged out of his head, and Lucius just laughed. “Oh, it’s good to see you in a better mood, love! Not tonight, though. I’m sure in two nights he will put his lips all over you wherever you want.”

Severus huffed. “I hate waiting.” He muttered.

“Severus whined!” Harry whispered to Lucius in shock.

“He does that occasionally, when he is comfortable enough with someone.” Lucius told him. “Come on, into my lap.” He urged Harry up and took the chair himself.

Harry sat on his lap and brushed Lucius’ long hair aside, nuzzled his neck for a few seconds, then bit down hard.

They both moaned in delight at the same moment.

Watching them, Severus moaned too. It was a sound born partly of desire, and partly of dejection that he wasn’t the one being bitten.

Harry drank deeply, then pulled away and licked the wounds. He got up and went over to Severus, leaned in close to his neck and inhaled, then sighed against the skin. “I miss you.” He said softly.

“Me too.” Severus admitted.

Harry went back over to Lucius and sat back in his lap, facing him. He drew him in by his hair for a kiss, and felt that familiar tingle of power transferring from his mate to him. He drank of that deeply, too, and when he pulled back, Lucius was paler than usual. “I will be glad when we are away from the Wards.”

“Sorry.” Harry flushed.

“It’s not your fault. Honestly, the house is yours, you should probably see about hiring William to strengthen the good Wards and replace the Darker ones.”

Harry frowned. “William?” He asked blankly.

“Bill Weasley.” Severus supplied in amusement. “Lucius has a serious stick up his arse and won’t call them by familiar names.”

“Oh.” Harry said. “Would he, do you think?”

“For you, certainly. For anyone else, possibly, but he is particularly fond of you.” Severus said.

“You are right about that.” Harry agreed. “I’ll ask Bill about it tomorrow when I wake up, it’s a bit late now.”

Severus sighed. “You need that potion.” He muttered.

“Not for another week, and you’ll be up and ready to brew again in four days, that gives us plenty of time. Don’t rush yourself, these things take time.” Harry told him.

Severus paled alarmingly. “Oh, no.” He breathed.

“What?” Harry asked.

“You haven’t been on either of your potions.” The man told him.

“Yes, we’ve established that.” Harry agreed.

Severus sighed and shook his head. “Including your contraceptive.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “Oh.” He said. He rested a hand on his abdomen. “D’you reckon I got lucky?” He asked softly. “What are my chances?”

Severus made a face. “Fifty-fifty.” He replied shortly.

Harry bit his lip. “Oh. We'll just have to hope I got lucky, because I can’t afford to fight Voldemort while I’m pregnant, and we need him defeated!” He said—rather loudly.

Severus sighed heavily. “Yes, Harry, scream your worries from the rooftop, that will help.”

“Shut up,” Both Harry and Lucius told him as one.

“Very well.” Severus muttered. “Can I be alone, or are you both going to stay in here talking and mocking me?” He asked teasingly.

Lucius snorted and grabbed Harry's hand, pulling him from the room. “There is not much reason to worry. I have suspicions that Mr. Zabini is every bit as Pureblooded as Draco is, and in Pureblood families fertility can be hard to attain. We so often have problems conceiving our children.”

“And yet, you had Draco.” Harry shot back.

“Yes, after five miscarriages on Narcissa's part.”

“So it probably wasn't you that was the problem!” Harry told him, only becoming more agitated.

“Listen to me!” Lucius shook him by the shoulders a bit. “Those miscarriages,” He said in a low voice, “Were after I had taken the strongest potions to increase sperm count that existed! The problem is in part the male’s sperm count, so you might not even have reason to worry at all! You can probably conceive as easily as a non-Pureblood female, you’re a half-blood, but the same can’t be said about your partners!” He finished.

Harry made a face. “If I'm pregnant by you, I may just throw myself off the roof.” He muttered. “Pompous arses, all of you Malfoys.”

Lucius smirked. “I’m not sure whether to be flattered or insulted.” He said in amusement. “You don’t like the idea of a little blonde-haired girl with bright green eyes running around calling you Mummy?” He teased.

Harry scowled. “First off, I’m not a girl, so I’d be Daddy, thank you very much! Second, a girl would be fine, it’s another Draco I’m dreading!”

“Oh, come now, he’s not that bad.”

“He called Hermione a Mudblood in second year!” Harry shouted.

“Er, I’m afraid he would have heard that from me. Narcissa rarely utters profanities.”

Harry rolled his eyes. “Charming.” He spat.

“What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? Because I am. That I would wash his mouth out for that now? I would. Nothing I can do or say will change the past, however. All we can do now is look forward, and for all my son’s faults—of which there are many—there are little things he says or does that bring me joy. I would go back and change some of his upbringing if I could, but I cannot, and for all that he is young, he is very much still a product of his upbringing. I have made some grave mistakes. My son is suffering for them. If you think for a second I would not go back and make every large decision in my life over again, you are wrong. There is so much regret, but so much in my life is still salvageable. You are the one thing that brings me hope, Harry.” He cupped Harry’s chin and leaned in to kiss him. “You are my salvation.” He breathed against Harry’s lips.

Harry kissed him back, thinking of how different his life was this Christmas than the last.

“I need to get to training.” Harry said as soon as the kiss was broken.

“Wait a day or two. Severus can leave your bed in a few days and we can start training then, when Poppy has assured us that you are not carrying what could be my child.” Lucius’ tone brooked no arguments.

“Throw myself from the roof.” Harry repeated softly.

“You will do no such thing.” Lucius said firmly.

“Honestly, if I am pregnant, who will stop Voldemort?” Harry asked him abruptly.

Lucius looked taken aback. “Things will be put on hold until—”

“And in that time, how many more of my loved ones will die because I got up the duff? What do you think that guilt will do to me?” Harry asked him lowly. He leaned in and whispered, “You’d better hope I’m not pregnant, Lucius, because if I lose one more person to this madman, I’m not going to stick around after the war. I’ll walk out directly into the July sun rather than live with losses like I’ve got.” He whirled away and stalked down the hall.

Lucius stood there in shock for several minutes. Was he really so close to his breaking point? Did he really blame himself for every single death? Moreover, what could Lucius possibly do or say that hadn’t been tried, ineffectually thus far, already?

He went into Severus’ sickroom and the man turned. “Oh, what now?!” He asked.

“Are you aware that Harry blames himself for every death in this war?” Lucius asked Severus.

“The boy has survivor’s guilt, Lucius. Leave him alone and he’ll recover in time.” Severus muttered. “I’ve been there.”

“Are you also aware that he is considering suicide if he loses so much as one more person?”

Severus sighed. “I was not aware he’d gone so far down that particular rabbit hole, no. So he has depression, and probably rather severely if he told you the truth.”

“I’m inclined to believe him—if not for the melodramatic words, then for the calm and even way he phrased his plans to, and I quote, ‘walk directly into the July sun.’ He was serious. He has a plan, Severus.”

Severus grimaced. “I’ll try to incorporate hearts-ease into his weekly potion.”

“Do you not have a vial we can give him now?” Lucius practically begged.

Severus shot him a glare. “Do I look like I carry hearts and daisies up my sleeves?”

Lucius just stared at him wordlessly.

“No, Poppy has the last of it, and you aren’t giving any potions to that blasted Ethocubupire without me there to see the effect it has on him!”

Lucius sniggered at the remark. “Ethocubupire?” He echoed.

“It’s at least one word.” Severus muttered defensively.

“I like it. So, no new potions for Harry until you are mobile.” Lucius agreed. “How about counselling?”

“It’s likely to just make him feel more broken if it’s from anyone other than someone who has been there. I will talk to him when we get back to Hogwarts and we will start a schedule. You know he will react best to an open, honest discourse rather than the usual ‘and how did that make you feel?’” He sneered at the last part.

Lucius nodded. “That’s a good idea. Hopefully we can make some headway before the war takes even more from him.” He said, then left the room, shutting the door quietly behind him.
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