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And Another Life Begins	By : SpeedyTomato Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male Views: 13992 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 7

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Sitting in the Three Broomsticks sipping at a beer, Harry was feeling slightly down. Most of that, he supposed, had to do with sheer boredom. He'd been back about two months now and settled into a routine. However, unlike during the summer, most of the days he spent alone. He still had his friends, no doubt there, as well as Lucius, Severus, Remus, Sirius and others. The issue was coming in that they all had lives now, ones that included work, families and things like that. That meant he spent most days alone until what would be considered bedtime for most. It was then that he would head to the castle to spend time with his lovers. Sure, once or twice a week the two of them had a night off and they would go do something together or, if they were tired, just spend it down at the house. All that left Harry with nothing to do.

For a while, right after moving, he had things to keep him busy. What with getting things for the house, stuff for himself that he needed and general things like that, he had been busy. Once he was settled in, those things to keep himself busy dried up. That left him at loose ends to find things to do. After that, he had done things like go to movies, attend Quidditch games, roam Diagon Alley, things like that. Now, well, he was bored. Nor did he know what to do with himself. Even when he went back to France to attend to things for his restaurant, he didn't feel like he belonged there anymore either.

Of course, like anyone would imagine, he spent time with the Bums while there. It wasn't the same though. Not only did he quickly grow bored with just sitting on the beach, sipping a drink, understandable after all the excitement he had been through with Lucius and Severus since the summer, it was like they didn't have much in common anymore either. Most of what the Bums talked about were things that happened there. Nor, really, could they relate to what was going on with him. Though it was nice to just sit and talk with old friends, it left him in the same situation he dealt with in Britain as well. For the first time, in a long time, he felt alone with nothing to occupy his time.

When at the castle, he had things to do. There was spending time with Severus and Lucius, of course, but they also had him assist with things like grading papers. That helped a lot, making him feel like he was doing something. However, when he was alone, it wasn't that way. As he wasn't one to just sit home and read or putter around, he was bored out of his skull. Nor did he know how to alleviate that. He thought about finding a job somewhere, though he didn't need the money. It would at least keep him busy. The downside of that, though, had to do with them needing his real name. The minute that came out, the papers and everyone else would be all over him and he would never be left alone. There were hobbies, of course, something he was looking into, but he hadn't found anything that held his interest yet. He was sure, as time went on, he was certain to find something he would like to do or to occupy his time, but that wasn't helping him now. He was bored out of his skull!

Playing with the label on the beer bottle, Harry stared down at the bar, feeling slightly sorry for himself. He knew he shouldn't, really, as he had it good, but he couldn't help but feel that way. Honestly, he never saw himself as the kind to come into the Three Broomsticks and sit there for hours just to hear people around him talking because he was bored and lonely. With another sigh, his shoulders slumped. He, really, needed to find something to do.

Of course, he didn't lack for offers. Sirius and Remus, both, had told him Professor McGonagall was looking for someone to take over for Madam Hooch, since she was retiring after a serious accident during one of the matches. They thought he would be perfect for it. That idea was something he liked but the downside was going to be revealing who he was to a whole school full of kids. No way it would stay there. The press would be on that in a minute then it would probably be worse than when he was in school. Not to mention Severus and Lucius would be dragged into it right alongside him and their histories would come up. Then the accusations about him being the next Dark Lord would probably start and he would end up leaving again just to keep from being sent to Azkaban. Though, to many, that might sound like an exaggeration, he didn't think it would be with what he knew the press was like in Britain.

Shaking his head, he took a sip of beer, trying to pull himself out of his funk. It wasn't working well, of course, but he was at least attempting it. Looking outside, he gave a soft sigh when he saw that it had, as predicted, started to snow. That was another thing that wasn't helping his mood any. British summers were something that he wasn't used to anymore and he had to get clothes for it to replace what he had brought with him from France. Winter though? This he wasn't looking forward to! No way in hell did he want to freeze his nuts off again, but he was going to. He was going to stick this out and not run off. It was already hard to do but he was managing. He just wasn't looking forward to freezing his arse off once more when winters had been so nice in France.

As he watched the flurries seem to get heavier, he was startled by someone coming in that he actually knew. Neville walked over and sat not far from him and ordered a drink. He knew by now that his old friend was working up at the castle as well. He was apprenticed to Professor Sprout in Herbology now and, from what he was told, would be taking over for her in a year or so. From his perspective, he was glad that his old friend, one that had so many problems in school with so much, not to mention him being in a similar boat when it came to losing parents, find a niche he loved and was good at.

Smiling, he waited until Neville took a sip of his drink then grabbed his own beer before sliding down by him. With a grin, he said, keeping his voice low, “Hey, Neville! Long time, no see!”

Startled, Neville looked at the being that was now beside him. Nervously, he said, “Hi! No offense but... do I know you? You don't look familiar.”

“That's cause you've not seen me look like this before,” Harry chuckled. Glancing around, making sure no one was paying attention, he then cast a Muffliato before whispering, “Cause, mate, the scar on my forehead makes it hard for me to go out in public without a glamour.”

That lopsided grin Harry remembered from so long ago began to show on Neville's face. Looking around, Longbottom made sure that no one was paying attention then whispered, “Harry?”

“The one and only,” Harry chuckled. “What do you say we grab a table in the back and talk?”

“Yes!” Neville nodded, sliding off his stool then grabbing his drink. Jerking his head towards an empty booth way in the back that had no one around it, he made his way in that direction.

With a big grin, Harry snagged his beer then followed, looking forward to talking to his old friend.

Sliding into the booth across from Neville, he put up privacy spells then said, “Mate, you look great!”

“Thanks, Harry! I would say the same to you but I can't see how you look. However, from the tan, I bet you do too!” Sipping his drink, leaning back in the booth, Neville grinned from ear to ear then said, “I heard you were back, of course, and the rumors, but I wasn't sure if they were real or not. Minerva has made it a point to tell the staff not to talk about it, even among themselves. I assumed, from that, you were back but you deserve to be left alone so I didn't inquire further.”

“I appreciate that,” Harry nodded. “Trying to keep a low profile. It'll come out eventually, but I want to put that off as long as I can!”

“Mate, no one gets that more than me!” Neville told him with a firm nod. That grin appearing once more, he said, tone conspiratorial, “I heard you made a living out of being a beach bum. That's one of the rumors floating about, well, one of many of course. Tell me that one's true!”

Though not liking that the rumors of what he had actually done were out there, Harry couldn't help but grin and nod, “Yeah, I did! Loved the hell out of it too!”

“Oh, that had to be the life! Good for you, Harry!” Neville said, laughing.

“It was great,” Harry agreed with a nod. “So, you're going to be a professor from what I hear?”

“Strange as it sounds, yeah. Next year is Pomona's last. I'm taking over after that.”

“Hell, as long as you like it, enjoy it!” Harry told him with a firm nod. After that, conversation came easy. It was more reminiscing about what happened while they were in school, but he loved it!

Sliding into Severus' chambers that night after thanking the Baron for his assist, Harry flopped on the sofa, kicked his shoes off then crossed his legs. Leaning his head back, he shut his eyes and rubbed them. He was going to have to wait for Lucius and Severus. Tonight they had a staff meeting after curfew so they were now patrolling for wayward students and it would take longer than normal. He didn't think, from what they said, that it would take too long, but he was going to have to wait.

Sitting up, he spied a pile of homework sitting on the coffee table. Knowing that was what they had to do before they went to bed, he got up then wandered to the small kitchen to grab a butterbeer. Opening it, he took a swallow then walked back into the living room area. Seating himself on the floor, he picked up a quill that was sitting there then did the spell on it to imitate handwriting and went to work.

Quickly, he deduced that they were essays from first years potions. That made it easy on him since he could do those with no problem. Nodding, he went to work.

Easing into Severus' room after changing into his night attire, Lucius wasn't in a good mood. The staff meeting had gone on longer than they had anticipated. That had to do with upcoming staffing changes that were needed. Right now, they didn't have the bodies to replace the beings that were going, but needed to find them. As it affected all of them, it was brought up, something understandable. Now, well, both he and Severus were later getting back than they anticipated. He didn't like that. Both were well aware that Harry would show up at his normal time and hoped that the young man wouldn't have fallen asleep already. He was finding, and Severus had told him something similar before, that spending time with Harry at night was about the only thing that made some very dreary days better. Today had been one of those, so he was looking forward to spending time with him to relax.

Stopping, he couldn't help but smile a little when he saw Harry seated on the floor plowing through the mounds of assignments both he and Severus needed to grade. Stepping closer, he put a hand on his younger lover's head then told him, “We didn't leave those for you to do, Harry. They were just sitting there as a reminder that they needed to be done.”

Shrugging, Harry looked up at him and smiled, “They needed done. As I had nothing to do, I went ahead and started them. Besides, I didn't know when you would be back so it gave me something to occupy my time.”

Seating himself on the couch behind the younger man, Lucius put a hand on his shoulder and gave it a squeeze then tried to relax. “So, how was your day, Harry?”

“Mostly boring as usual,” Harry grunted as he read through the essay he was looking at. After making a few marks on the paper, he said, distracted as he read through the rest of it, “I ran into Neville today down at the Three Broomsticks. We sat and talked for a long time. That was great!”

“Longbottom did seem in an exceptionally good mood tonight. That's probably what it was,” Lucius nodded.

“Yeah, we had a great time discussing when we went to school and some other things,” Harry sighed as he graded the paper then tossed it onto the pile with the rest. Leaning back, he rested against the sofa between Lucius' spread legs with his head on the older man's lower abdomen. With a sigh, he shut his eyes. “Afterwards, though, it was different. I feel like... I don't know. Everyone I went to school with that I still have a little contact with has made a life for themselves in some way. Jobs, family, something. I've been a beach bum and am bored out of my mind. You two are the best thing I've ever found in my life but right now it's just... well, you know. And I don't know how to make it better!”

Running his fingers through the soft mop of hair on Harry's head, Lucius sighed. He had heard this from the young man before and understood it. Nor did he or Severus know what to tell him. Quietly, though he hated saying it, he said, “Maybe you should consider going back to France each week for a few days. It would give you something to do. You could divide up your time between here and there. I know the situation here for you and it's one that doesn't give you many options.”

Shaking his head, Harry opened his eyes and looked up at Lucius. “No, I don't want to do that. Though I liked it there, it's different now. Time I’ve spent with the Bums while there is different now. I don't want to do that anymore. I want to be with both of you. It's the rest that is a nightmare.” He finished with a sigh.

“I understand. So does Severus,” Lucius nodded. “However, I am sure I can safely speak for Severus as well on this, we don't like seeing you bored and miserable either. We would never have asked that of you.” Both he and Severus had known things would be rough for Harry, but they hadn't anticipated how bad it would be. Though he never voiced it aloud because he knew it wouldn't go over well, he was seeing Harry's situation similar to Draco's though worse. Harry had to hide who he was from most everyone and couldn't do so much because he had to remain hidden. Though his lover would never mention it, Lucius could see that he was miserable in so many ways, more so than Draco. His fame, and the public want for information on him, made him a prisoner in a gilded cage and he hated it because it left him with limited options on what he could do with himself. The only reason he seemed to be sticking it out was for him and Severus, nothing more. He couldn't get a job, he had nothing to do, he didn't have his friends around most of the time. It was rough on him. If he did 'come out' and admit that he was back, it would be even worse. He would end up a prisoner in his home, his footsteps dogged by so many.

Sighing, Lucius rubbed his eyes in a tired way. There was no easy solution for this. After a couple minutes of silence, he said, “Harry, in this case I think you need to do what's best for you, alright? And, in my opinion, that's reveal you're back so you can find something to do. Even after all these years, you love to fly. I'm sure there are several Quidditch teams that would love to have you, even as a backup position. That would give you something to do rather than what you are now.”

Shutting his eyes again, Harry sighed and shook his head. “No. That's not something that I'm going to consider right now. If it was just me in this and I was alone, I probably would. There is you and Severus to consider in this as well. You know what the Prophet and unwashed masses are like. Everything that happened is going to be dragged back up. Both of you are going to end up pulled into it and your pasts reexamined. Then there will be all kinds of bullshite over it. I can't do that to both of you. You've made lives you don't need to have torn apart because of my bloody name.”

“We're big boys, Harry. We can take care of ourselves,” Severus said softly, stepping into the room. He had come in somewhere in the middle of the conversation but heard enough to get the gist of what the topic was. As it's one that had been brought up before, to a degree anyway, he knew what was coming. Though they had never talked about Harry revealing he was back, he could understand why Lucius had mentioned it.

Walking over and taking a seat on the sofa, Severus put a hand on Harry's shoulder and gave it a squeeze. “Still the epitome of a Gryffindor; always worried about someone else. In this case you don't need to. Lucius and I can weather any storm coming from it. Let them bring up the past. It won't do any good. I'm sure both of us, and you, will be dragged through the mud, but if we don't respond, it'll be speculation.”

“Yeah, well, since the Prophet hasn't changed at all in the years I was gone, I don't think being dragged through the mud will be the only thing that will happen. With what they are like, someone will probably have the masses convinced you two are grooming me to be the next coming of the Dark Lord and on a mission to take over Britain.” Harry snorted, crossing his arms over his chest, opening his eyes once more.

“That's not something that is out of the realm of possibilities, I admit it. However, if you do reveal yourself, you don't have to involve us,” Lucius told him.

Groaning, Harry ground his palms into his eyes then grunted, “Yeah, well, it'll come out, we all know it's going to happen. It's not like someone's not going to notice me out with you two. What would be the point of revealing myself if I’m confined to home and can't do anything with the two beings I came back to be with in the first place? There is no win here!”

Rubbing his eyes in a tired way, Severus nodded, “You're right. It's no win no matter what you do. I also agree that I doubt any of us want to give up our times out together. Though most on staff, and I'm sure it's gone beyond the castle walls by now, think that it's Lucius and I in a relationship, something we're letting them do, we know it'll explode if you're seen with us. The speculation alone will be right on some of it and wrong on so much else.” Leaning forward, resting his elbows on his knees, Severus shook his head, “I honestly don't know what to say to improve this. Nothing, no matter what we do, will make it easy. It's your choice, though. You do what is right for you. Don't worry about how it affects us.”

Looking at Severus he said, “I can't help but worry about how it affects you. I'm with you because there is something there. It's natural to worry about both of you when it comes to this! What I do affects all three of us, not to mention the relationship. Though it's my life, it's part of yours as well!”

Smirking slightly, Severus nodded, “This is true. I won't debate that. However, in this case, whatever comes of it, we'll handle. You turned your life upside down for us, giving up what you had built to make this work. It's now our turn to do the same thing, Harry. As you said, this affects all of us. It's time that Lucius and I step up to do the hard part as well. This is your choice. We'll live with whatever it is you decide on the topic. Right, Lucius?” Severus asked, looking at his old friend.

“Absolutely!” Lucius said giving an emphatic nod. “We knew this going in and what was coming. We can handle whatever comes of it just like you have.”

Looking between the two, Harry nodded then said, “Alright, got it. However, we need to consider Draco as well. He's in a bad place anyway. It won't help anything with him.”

“Draco falls into the big boy and can handle himself category as well,” Lucius told him. Rubbing his eyes, he sighed, “Though reluctant to say to him what Severus has, I agree that it's time Draco handle his own issues and deal with what life throws at him. Harry, honestly, you aren't going to like this but your situation is just as bad as his. In many ways, it might be worse. You're handling it far better than he is. He needs to handle it better and on his own. No, it won't be pretty if the relationship between the three of us is revealed, but he can weather it just like Severus and I will. How he handles it is his issue, not one you need to worry about. You worry about what is best for you. For once, you need to do that and not concern yourself with everyone else!”

Looking up at Lucius, he saw that expression he knew well by now; that his lover was dead serious about the issue and would be mulish on the topic. With a sigh, he nodded. “Alright, let me think the whole thing over. I honestly don't know what to do. Even if I did admit I'm back, I’m not even sure what I would want to do to alleviate the boredom. There is no goal in mind here. I don't want to turn everyone's life upside down and inside out, including mine, when I have no idea what can even be gained by doing so.”

“That's a very good point,” Severus nodded. “How about this... over the next few days we start talking about what you would like to do. From there, between all of us, I'm sure we can come up with something then we set a goal for it and move on from there. Acceptable?”

“Yeah, that works for me,” Harry said, letting out a sigh. “Shite, I don't have a clue what I want. I've had a few things mentioned but am not sure about it.”

“That's a start then. Tomorrow night we'll make sure to set aside the time to talk this out before bed,” Lucius told him, starting to run his fingers through the younger man's hair again. “From there, we can come up with something, I'm sure.”

“Alright, I can work with that,” Harry said with a nod.

“As can I,” Severus said with a nod. “I'm certain we can come up with something you'll find you enjoy. At least we can start making headway there.”

“Works for me,” Harry told him. Standing up, he stretched then gave his stomach an absent scratch before grinning. “Enough of this depressing shite! What say we go find something more interesting to do in the bedroom, yeah?”

Starting to grin, Lucius nodded then stood, “I wholeheartedly concur! Lead the way, Harry.”

Giving a snort and rolling his eyes, Severus said, dryly, “I coexist with two beings that, though adults, have the hormones of those adolescents in this castle!”

“Yeah, well, that might be, but we're far more fun!” Harry grinned over his shoulder as he made his way towards the bedroom.

Standing, shaking his head, Severus said, “On that, there is no argument!” Then he, too, made his way towards the bedroom.

Stepping into the bedroom, Harry pulled his shirt off then dropped it onto the floor. Quickly, he then divested himself of his pants socks and underwear, kicking them over to where his shirt was. Flopping onto the bed, he stretched out, groaning. Reaching down, he let his hand trail down his stomach until he reached his crotch. Right now, he wasn't erect but that was going to change very quickly, of that he was certain.

Grabbing his cock, he began to stroke it, groaning softly at the feeling. While doing that, he watched as Lucius, trailed by Severus, came into the room. While he stroked himself, coaxing an erection out of his flaccid member, he kept an eye on the two men. One thing he found he adored was watching them get undressed. He never did figure out why this was, honestly, but it was there. Perhaps it was the fact that they were both so opposite. While Lucius was pale and blond with a good build, Severus was, though pale, dark haired and thin with a multitude of scars all over his body from his days as a spy for the Order. Lucius was one of those beings that most would call sexy, male or female. Severus wasn't that way. His hooked nose alone would be off-putting to many. To Harry, though, both were sexy as hell, just for different reasons, and something that aroused him.

As usual, Lucius, though fastidious about his clothes and putting them somewhere off the floor, was done first then came and knelt on the bed by Harry's head. Leaning down, he kissed the younger man passionately, letting his tongue slip into his mouth. While his tongue danced with Harry's savoring the taste of his mouth, his hand drifted down to his own cock. Unlike Harry, he was already semi-hard. The sight of his younger lover naked on the bed, stroking himself, was enough to get his flesh to rise the second he stepped in the room.

As usual, within seconds of his hand meeting his own flesh and kissing Harry, Lucius was rock hard and wanting to press on. Breaking off the lip lock, he leaned back and continued to stroke himself. “Suck on it, Harry,” he said softly, voice slightly huskier than normal.

Needing no encouragement to do that, Harry rolled onto his side, propping himself up slightly, then reached out and took hold of Lucius' cock. Licking the head a couple times, he then lowered his mouth onto it, sucking hard, until he had as much of it in his mouth as he could get. Cheeks hollowing out, he sucked harder, wrapping his tongue around the organ the best he could before beginning to bob his head. Hearing Lucius' groan, feeling the older man's hands being placed on his head, he began to hum a little as his mouth moved up and down on the hard flesh. Releasing his hold on the organ, he reached down to stroke his own now fully erect member.

Slowly peeling off his clothes, Severus' eyes were on the bed, watching what was going on there. He and Lucius were very different beings when it came to approaching things with Harry and always had been. Lucius was the one that was apt to take the lead and always had been. He didn't mind that, not at all. After all, hanging back always gave him a wonderful show to watch. Like what was happening now.

Once naked, Severus walked over to the bed and leaned against one of the bedposts at the end, watching what was going on. Reaching down, he began to stroke his own hard cock as he watched the magnificent sight of Harry's mouth wrapped around Lucius' hard flesh. Though, in the past, he hadn't been voyeuristic, in this relationship he was, adoring watching the action. However, as much as he liked watching, he liked participating more and fully planned to do that.

Crawling up onto the bed, he knelt over Harry then let one hand trail down over the younger man's chest. Stopping as he let it slide lower, he began to toy with Harry's nipples, pinching them softly and twisting just a little. Even though Harry had a mouth full of cock, he could hear the soft moan that elicited from him and the groan that moan brought on from Lucius. Smirking, he worked, first, on one nipple then the other before letting his hand slide down further over the hard flesh of Harry's stomach. Tracing the trail of dark hair down to his crotch with one finger, Severus then pushed the younger man's hand away. Wrapping his hand around Harry’s cock, he began to stroke it for him.

Eyes locked on Harry sucking on Lucius, Severus groaned softly, feeling his own hard flesh throb. Though the want to press on was there, he liked the buildup to the final act of things so he was more than willing to let this string itself along for a while. Leaning over the younger man, he took the head of Harry's cock in his mouth and began to suck on it, his tongue tracing up and down the slit in the head. While he did that, his hand kept working on Harry's cock.

Unable to help himself, Harry moaned around Lucius' cock when Severus' hot, wet mouth wrapped around his flesh. His now free hand drifted up to Severus' head and rested there. Part of him wanted to coax the older man into taking more of his cock into his mouth but he didn't. Severus was a master at doing this, though very rarely did so, and he was content to let him go on. After all, this was just the warm-up act for the whole thing. So, he just rested it there and let his fingers run through the dark hair while trying to keep his mind on Lucius' cock, something not easy with the stimulation he was getting.

Panting heavily, Lucius was coated with a thin sheen of sweat. Teeth gritted, he began to thrust into Harry's mouth slightly. Fingers digging into Harry's tousled hair, he groaned loudly and let his head drop back. At this point, his whole body was throbbing madly and his cock was twitching in Harry's mouth. Though this felt good, he wanted more. And he wanted it before he found his end. As that hot knot in his belly was starting to form, throbbing slightly, he didn't want to try to even push close so after a couple more thrusts, he pulled out with a groan. Looking down at Harry, who was licking his lips, he then glanced at Severus. That elicited another groan from him.

After a couple minutes to catch his breath and make sure he was under control, Lucius reached down to stroke his cock again then said, “I want to be in you,” to Harry.

Looking up at the older man, Harry panted out, “Yes! Want both of you in me!” Hips starting to thrust slightly, Harry groaned, letting his head drop back.

Looking up at his younger lover, Severus sucked hard a few more times before pulling his mouth off Harry's cock. What the younger man was asking for was something that they had done a couple times but that was all. However, the allure of it was something he liked, not to mention how it felt. Panting, he stroked his cock a couple more times then released it before looking at Lucius. Nodding to him, he said, “Let him ride you.”

As they had done this before, Lucius knew what Severus was going for so he nodded. Motioning for Harry to slide over, he slid onto the bed and sat up, back against the headboard. Reaching into the nightstand by it, he grabbed a vial of lube that was there. Pouring some onto his hand, he stroked it over his hard cock, making sure it was nice and slick, moaning as he did so. Looking at Harry, he motioned for him to come over.

Sliding over, Harry straddled Lucius' lap. Leaning forward, he kissed the man passionately, curling his fingers into the long, blond hair as he did.

Putting one hand on the small of Harry's back, Lucius pulled him closer to him while they kissed. While doing that, he let the other hand, the one still slick with the lube, slide around behind him. Tracing one finger up and down Harry's asscrack, he then let it slip between the cheeks to toy with the tight pucker there. Getting it slick with the tip of his finger, he then let it ease into Harry's ass slowly. Once it was buried in it, he began to thrust it in and out. Feeling Harry moan in his mouth, he began to thrust it faster, then added a second.

Kneeling at the foot of the bed, Severus' eyes were glued to Lucius finger fucking Harry. With how Harry was leaning over Lucius, he had a perfect view of everything going on. Stroking his cock, he groaned softly at the sight. He was looking forward to this, yes, but he adored the voyeuristic part as well.

Once Lucius had three fingers in Harry, he was sure the younger man was ready. Pulling them out, he put his hand on the younger man's hip and broke the kiss off. Looking intently at him, he said, “Ride me!”

Needing no more encouragement, Harry straightened up then reached behind himself and grasped Lucius' cock. Guiding it into position, he began to lower himself down on it, groaning as he did, eyes fluttering shut. Head dropping back as the cock filled his ass, he moaned loudly and released his grip on it, sliding down until he was sitting on Lucius' thighs. Rocking a couple times, fucking himself on it, relishing in the feeling it produced, he then leaned forward, propping himself up on one hand. Looking over his shoulder at Severus, his eyes lit on the man's hand, watching him stroke himself. Licking his lips he then said, “You, too! Fuck me!”

That was the only encouragement Severus needed on the topic. Releasing the grip on his cock, he knee walked forward until he was behind Harry. Holding out his hand for the lube, he took it when Lucius gave it to him then dumped some in his palm. Reaching down, he stroked his cock with it, making sure it was completely coated. Once it was slick and shiny, he positioned himself behind Harry. Taking firm hold of his throbbing organ, he held it to Harry's stretched asshole right above where Lucius' embedded. Putting one hand on Harry's hip, he held onto it then pushed forward.

At first, there was no give. Having done this before, he expected it and didn't try to force it harder. Instead, he kept up the pressure until the already full entrance began to dilate open slowly and the tip of his cock began to slide in next to Lucius'. Teeth gritted, adoring the sensations this was producing, he kept up the pressure until it began to slide in more easily. Once the head popped through the tight ring of muscle, the rest of his organ slid in easily until he was buried all the way in Harry's ass, his crotch flush against Harry's upturned cheeks.

Gritting his teeth at the burning sensation of the entrance, Harry let his head drop forward, clutching onto the sheets of the bed. When the head of Severus' cock passed through the opening, he let out a soft cry at the moment of pain and stiffened up but didn't move. Panting heavily when he felt Severus' body touch his, he panted, waiting. Though there was pain, the riot of sensations being filled by two cocks produced was more than enough to make it worth it. Green eyes screwed tightly shut, he waited for the pain to dull.

Panting heavily, Lucius looked at Harry, resisting the urge to start thrusting. The sensation of not only being buried in Harry's tight ass but feeling Severus' cock right alongside his was amazing! It felt like nothing else in the world. However, as Harry was on the receiving end and he was certain there was some pain involved in the penetration, he held still. Leaning up, he kissed his young lover, letting his tongue slip into his mouth again. When he felt Harry start to give a tentative thrust, he took that as the sign he needed and began to slowly thrust into him.

Pressed to Harry's back, groaning from the sensations, Severus waited until he felt Lucius start to move. His body was slick with sweat and he was shaking slightly from the almost overload of sensations on his cock. Slowly thrusting in sync with Lucius, he held on to Harry as he did. Gradually, as Lucius picked up speed, so did he, until they were moving at a good rate. Balls throbbing, he gritted his teeth, trying to hold out as long as he could.

Moaning loudly, Harry released one hand's death grip on the bedding then began to stroke his own cock quickly. It was feeling like his whole body was throbbing at this point. The sensations in his ass were something that was indescribable. Rocking back slightly on the cocks that were buried deep in him, be panted out versions of his two lovers names. Balls throbbing madly, his skin prickled as the hot knot in his belly seemed to burst, sending waves of pleasure through his body. Letting out a strangled cry, fisting his cock quickly, he then came, body stiffening up, shaking all over from it.

Feeling Harry's ass spasm around his already throbbing flesh, Lucius arched up slightly and groaned out Harry's name before coming. Body continuing to thrust as the wash of sensations made his hair stand on end, he clutched onto Harry tightly as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

Between the feeling of Harry's ass clenching around him and the throb from Lucius' cock rubbing up against the underside of his own, Severus couldn't hold out anymore. Throwing his head back, he let out a strangled cry then came, whole body throbbing madly.

When the riot of sensations finally stopped, Harry's arms gave out and he collapsed on top of Lucius. Though they had only done this a couple times in the past, the almost overload of sensations from it was not only amazing but wiped him out. Groaning, he muttered, “Oh, that was good!”

Resting on his propped up palms, panting heavily, Severus snorted, “Always the master of the understatement, Harry.”

Stroking Harry's sweaty hair, Lucius was trying to catch his breath then said, a chuckle in his voice, “There are better words to describe that but, for the life of me, I can't think of one at the moment.”

Following along beside the Baron as he made his way out of the castle just as dawn was breaking over the horizon, the only thing Harry was thinking about was finding his bed and getting some more sleep. The sexual gymnastics the night before had worn him out and he wanted more sleep. That was, right now, one of the few upsides to not having anything to do; sleeping in as much as he wanted.

Walking gingerly, still sore from what they had done, Harry made his way down the hall that led away from the Slytherin dorms. As he rounded a corner, he stopped cold. A young girl, probably a first year, was curled up on the floor, looking as though she were seizing. Crouching down beside her, Harry wasn't sure what to do, certain it was a seizure of some kind. Looking at the Baron, he said, “I think you need to get Severus. I'll wait here while you do.”

Nodding, looking determined, the Baron said, “I'll be quick.” Turning, he vanished through one of the walls, apparently trying to get to the Potion's Master as fast as he could.

Not sure what to do, Harry reached out and stroked the girl's head. “Hang on. Someone is coming to help.” He told her softly though wasn't sure if she could hear him or not.

Though it seemed like hours as Harry watched the young girl helplessly, within minutes both Severus and Lucius appeared in their robes. Though having his cloak on, Harry whispered, “Thank Merlin!”

Looking determined, Severus knelt down by her. After a couple scans, he told Lucius, “Go get Poppy as fast as you can. She must have been on her way to the infirmary when she collapsed.”

Nodding, Lucius made sure his robe was belted tightly then took off at a fast clip.

Keeping an eye on the girl, Severus then whispered to Harry, “You get out of here. I can take it from here, alright? Be careful. This is going to end up with a lot of people coming to help.”

After giving the young girl's head a reassuring pat, Harry sighed, “Right. Let me know what happens tonight.”

“I will,” Severus nodded.

Standing up, Harry quickly hurried in the direction he and the Baron had been going, making sure to watch the map carefully so that no one saw him.

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