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Trifecta	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 69992 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 12
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Harry stopped outside the door to Severus’ classroom, frowning as the man passed him.

“We'll be in here, Harry.” He said, whispering a password and revealing his private potions lab.

Harry blinked. “Oh. Okay.” He followed the man inside.

“So, did you spend any time with Lucius yesterday?” He asked, setting up various instruments.

Harry eyed the knifes and the mortar and pestle warily. “I spent the night with him, actually.” He answered.

Severus stilled for a moment, then resumed his setup. “I see.” Was all he said.

Harry bit his lip. “Are you angry?” He asked nervously.

Severus sighed, placing both palms flat on the table top and leaning on them. “I am irritated, but not angry. We've been over the reason; I am a jealous man. However, I believe you when you say you have enough love to share. It is mostly Lucius I am worried about.” He explained.

Harry frowned in confusion. “Explain that to me, please?” He asked.

“We have been… Intimate. Recently. I do not want to lose him entirely to you.” Severus admitted.

Harry blinked in shock. “How recently?” He asked.

“The night before the last you spent with me, after dinner, we made love. I get things from him that I cannot get from you. Yet. But we will get there, in time.” Severus assured the young man.

Harry held back the possessive growl that threatened, and forced himself to look at things rationally.

Severus wasn’t trying to hide it, obviously. Not if he was offering up the information in such a matter-of-fact tone. Nor did it sound like he was trying to replace Harry. He was just in need of someone that he… What? Trusted more? Desired more? Perhaps loved more, Harry thought despondently.

“What does he give you that I can't?” Harry asked, sadly, but more curious. He could understand, if only he knew what Severus sought him for.

“Camaraderie.” Severus said softly. “We have known each other—been with each other—for many years. You and I will be that close in time, but it will be some years yet before you know my heart and soul like he does. He has seen me at my worst, at my lowest, and still he loves me. You are familiar with a good deal of me, but the worst side of myself… Still, I shield you from it. You will undoubtedly see it, in time, but do not rush it. I can be truly ugly at times. In my actions.” He admitted.

Harry wrapped his arms around Severus. “I'll always love you. No matter what you show me or do to me. I swear, I'll accept every part of you. But I'll give it time, like you requested.” He said.

Severus let out a breath and straightened. “So. You seem to know how to work with a mortar and pestle passably well, but you could stand to improve in some areas of that, still. When you must powder something, you seem to grind it and use it like that, which will never achieve the desired results.” He said, all business once again.

Harry frowned. “What’s the difference?” He asked in curiosity.

Severus seemed to be gritting his teeth. “The difference,” He sneered, “Is the size of the granules, which frequently can make a potion unusable, and will always change the effect to some extent.” He told the teen. “It is a problem you often make, and always overlook. Which, you should have realized last time, you cannot do.”

Harry blinked. “Oh. I must seem really stupid to you, then.” He said.

Severus chuckled. “You did not have magical parents to teach you before you came. Most Muggle-raised children have the same problem; however, most of them learn better and correct themselves by second year. You were surprisingly resistant to the aha moment. And our last lesson. You made the same mistake last class period.” He teased.

Harry sighed.

Severus placed three beetle carapaces in the mortar and instructed Harry, “Powder these.”

Harry crushed them and began to move the pestle around, smashing them against the sides of the mortar.

“You will get better and faster results from placing the pestle atop them and rocking in a circular motion while applying steady pressure. You will remember that someday without my reminder, I hope.” Severus instructed him.

Harry nodded and changed his tactic accordingly. After about a minute he lifted the pestle and looked at the granules. “Is that good?” He asked.

Severus looked, and shook his head. “Not quite fine enough. Keep going a bit more.”

Harry worked on the carapaces a bit more, and after two more minutes, Severus stopped him. “Let's see.” He said.

Harry lifted the pestle and they both looked.

Severus nodded, seeing the powder. “Perfect. You need to have the patience to keep going until your powder looks like this. Keep in mind, any potions that I assign will be finished within the time limit of the class period, with time allowances for two mistakes and their correction. You have enough time to spend on any crushing, grinding and powdering needed, easily.” He told him. “There is absolutely no reason to rush or panic. Stay calm and go slowly and steadily. You will make classes less stressful and you will make less mistakes that way, too.”

Harry nodded. “This was really what was causing all my problems?” He asked doubtfully, looking at the powder.

Severus chuckled. “No, not all of them. Not by a long shot. But some of them, yes.”

“Stupid mistake, really.” Harry muttered.

“You just didn’t know. Potions knowledge is not intuitive. Mistakes are bound to be had, and some people just aren’t very observant.” Severus said, amused.

“Oi!” Harry protested. “I’m observant! When it’s something important!”

Severus' brow rose dramatically. “Considering what career choice you were following, your potions grade should have been important.” He drawled.

Harry deflated. “Point taken.” He muttered.

Severus took the mortar away and handed the knife to Harry. “Another problem you have,” He began, “Is that when slicing something, your slices are not always the same size.” He placed two Flobberworms in front of Harry. “These will be harder to slice than, say, a root would be, but many potions this year call for sliced Flobberworms, and you consistently seem to mangle them, instead.” He said.

Harry sighed. “It's hard to cut them evenly. They squish.”

Severus nodded. “They do. So do not slice them width-wise. Slice them length-wise, from head to tail. Unless the potion calls for the other way, what the potion needs is for the worms to dissolve, and slicing in any direction will achieve that.” He advised.

Harry's eyes widened. “Oh.” He breathed. “That… That actually makes sense.” He sliced them down the length of their bodies, then looked at Severus, who nodded.

“Now turn them onto their sides, still held together, and give them one more slice, so that they are quartered.” Severus instructed.

Harry did so.

Severus took the worms, spread the pieces out, side-by-side, and inspected them.

Harry watched nervously.

After a thorough examination, Severus nodded in satisfaction. “They are even. Good job. When one method of preparation seems not to be working, feel free to try something new. If it works, it is a viable alternative, and if not, well, you will learn something from it. Potions is a creative process. There is room for interpretation in techniques. Get creative if it will help you better.”

Harry nodded. “Will the same thing work with roots?”

“No.” Severus laid a ginger root down on the table in front of Harry. “When dealing with roots, you must be careful, for they almost always need to be sliced width-wise.”

Harry sighed and went to cut the root.

Severus made a sharp noise and grabbed his hand with the knife in it. “What is on that knife?” He asked.

Harry frowned. “Flobberworm.” He answered.

“And did I ask you to mix Flobberworm with ginger just now?” Severus asked leadingly.

Harry winced. “Er, no.”

Severus conjured a cloth and handed it to Harry with a sigh. “Cross-contamination explains so many things I was at a loss for with you. Clean your instruments between uses, Harry. That is simple laziness.”

Harry scowled as he wiped down the knife. “Does it really matter? They're usually all going into Tue same cauldron anyway—"

“At specifically timed intervals!” Severus snapped. “They should not mix before they are meant to.” He added in a much less irritated tone.

Harry sighed and began slicing the root.
Severus watched closely, softly advising him when he was about to make a differently-sized cut. “You will not always have me watching for mistakes,” He grabbed Harry’s hand and moved it back a centimetre, “so you need to learn how to judge evenness for yourself, and soon.” He finished.

Harry gasped in mock-surprise, darting a glance up at Severus out of the corner of his eye. “You mean I won't have you constantly breathing down my neck?! Say it isn’t so!” He teased.

Severus huffed. “Right now, I’d like to wring your neck.” The man muttered.

Harry laughed. “And done!” He announced, slapping the knife down on the table in satisfaction.

Severus smacked the back of his head. “Idiot! Those knives are expensive, be gentle with them!”

Harry rubbed the spot. “Oh. Sorry.” He shot a shocked look at the man. “Wait, you're letting me use your personal equipment?!” He asked.

Severus shot him a glare as he examined the root pieces. “Perhaps not anymore.” He answered.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I thought you'd just have me use old stuff. Since I’m just a student.” Harry mumbled.

Severus turned and wrapped his arms around him. “You're not ‘just a student,’ you dolt. You are my lover. I do care for you, and I may not show it all the time, but believe me, I care for you. More and more every day.”

Harry smiled happily. “Oh, good. Because I love you more every day, too.”

“You did well on the root.” Severus said. “Just remember in the future to cut slowly and deliberately. The talent is there, I know, and I will unearth it.” He said determinedly. “I will see you in class tomorrow. For now, go do whatever you want with your remaining ten minutes.”

Harry snorted. “Right. Thank you. See you tomorrow!” He said, then rushed out the door.

Severus smiled. Harry would learn. He'd make sure of it.
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