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Harry Potter and the Inheritance of Truth	By : bagoftois Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 156888 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I do not nor have I ever owned Harry Potter and subsequent charactes belonging to J. K. Rowling, neither do I make any money from the writing of this story.

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            Harry pulled Draco over towards the pool of warm water and stared at the man dunking himself. The water ran off the werewolf’s back, making the tanned skin glisten. The normally sandy hair lay plastered and dark against Remus’s head. He turned as he smelled arousal and looked at the two young men.

            Harry smiled and pushed Draco into the water and let his heat flare. He lowered himself into the water and pulled the struggling Draco to his feet. He kissed the blond hard to silence the complaints and protests at his treatment. Draco calmed at the rough treatment. Harry pulled back after he was subdued.

          He looked Remus approaching, “Do you have a problem buggering a Malfoy?”

            “Not at all,” the golden eyed werewolf answered. He pulled the blond to him looking in to the glazed eyes from lust. “Are you sure he wants this, cub?”

            “The heat wouldn’t work if he wasn’t. It’s the only thing that keeps my mind at ease.” He started to undress Draco, throwing the wet clothing onto the side of the pool, while Remus plundered Draco’s mouth.

            Once Draco was naked both men moved up flush against him. Remus behind an Harry taking the front. Remus moved in to suck on the curve of Draco’s neck, pulling the blood to the surface. He worked from under the boy’s ear to the bend of his shoulder. Draco relaxed into the man holding him behind and doing wonderfully arousing things to his neck. His lower body began to float away as he lost his footing. A body moved between his out stretched legs and hands moved to support his back high in the water. He opened his mouth in a silent scream as his cock was swallowed. He opened his eyes for a moment to look at his groin, he saw Harry Potter with his mouth full of Malfoy cock. He smiled blearily and let his head fall back onto Lupin’s shoulder. He arched as both his nipples were grasped and twisted.

            Harry was amazed at how sweet Malfoy tasted. He could hold himself back from devouring the length in his mouth. His throat seemed to open and accept the thick member and his tongue vibrated with the flavor of the precum easing the way. He worked the shaft in and out of his mouth. He could feel Draco nearing his climax by the tension zinging through his body and the keening sound starting to erupt from his panting mouth. Harry ran a finger around the base of Draco’s cock, a ring of magic appearing around it, and Draco gasped as his orgasm was stopped abruptly. Instead of the indignant comments or screams, Draco’s eyes darkened to a stormy gray and lowered in submission, despite his eyes being level with Harry’s.

            “When will I be able to come?” He asked.

            Harry and Remus looked over the blond at each other and smirked.

            “When we are done, Mr. Malfoy.” Remus answered, and twisted a nipple making the blond squirm.

            Harry went back to the sweet treat he was making of Draco’s hard length and Remus plundered the boy’s mouth. A spell from Harry secured Draco’s arms behind his back. There was nothing for the blond to do with his arms at his current position. Draco’s skin flushed with more pink with further arousal. Harry had not realized, until he had caught the images in Draco’s head, that the Malfoy heir was a submissive. It made sense considering the amount of command he demanded of those around him. To find Remus here was providence. The wolf deserved someone to dominate.

            Harry finally let Draco’s cock pop from his mouth wanting to take care of his own erect phallus. He lowered the bottom half on Draco and sandwiched him between Remus and himself. He added his mouth to the biting lip kiss Remus and Draco participated in. His hands wrapped around to Remus’ back to caress the wet skin and muscle. Remus had placed his shaft to rest between Draco’s firm, flushed globes and Harry rubbed his shaft in the groove where leg met groin.

Everyone seemed to be moaning from the skin contact and the heightened sexual energy from Harry’s heat. Harry had thought it might be inconvenient to have the affliction of an incubus, but he had been managing pretty well. His attention was grabbed back by a hand surrounding his dick. He bucked into the hand. He needed to be buried in somewhere soon.

He looked at Remus, “Ass or mouth?”

“Mouth, these red lips would look so pretty around my cock.” Harry gathered Draco to him and moved over to the edge of the pool as Remus hopped up on the ledge. Harry turned Draco away towards Remus and pushed his already open mouth into the groin in front of him. Draco obediently made the member disappear into his mouth. Remus leaned back in pleasure and watched the lips stretch and pull around his sex. Harry released Draco’s hands only to move them to his front and restrain them there. He placed the blond’s hands around his own shaft.

Harry admired the view in front of him, Draco bent over back rounded and pleasuring Remus. He murmured the lubrication spell and circled the puckered hole. Draco moaned setting off Remus.

“Cub, if you are going to have him; do it now.” Harry just nodded his head and pushed two fingers into Draco. The blond let his mouth empty on a large intake of air and guttural moan of pleasure and pain. Harry pumped his fingers into Draco letting some of the sexual magic coat his lubricated fingers. Remus guided Draco’s mouth back to his cock as the boy moaned. The vibrations sent Remus closer to orgasm. Harry finally added a third finger and felt the blond impale himself against his hand asking for more. Harry obliged by grabbing the pale hips and thrusting into Draco forcefully in one go. Draco screamed around Remus and swallowed as the man came down his throat. He was to incoherent to swallow the copious amount of semen and it leaked from his lips as his head fell to the side onto Remus’ thigh. His body moved with the thrusts of Harry into him, nudging his face into Remus’ pubic patch on every up thrust. Draco felt ready on the verge of insanity in his want to orgasm, but the damn cock ring was still in place and his own hands were aggravating the situation by being wrapped around his filled shaft.

Harry felt his climax approach faster than he knew as he watched Remus fall back in orgasm and Draco’s incoherent babbles into Remus’ pubic hair. He released the magical ring and felt Draco shudder and go still. Harry came at the site of Draco lose consciousness.

Both men held the senseless Malfoy up to keep him from falling into the pool. Remus summoned his wand and levitated the boy over to one of the benches and watched as it turned to a cushioned lounger.

“Who would have these types of spells embedded in their home?”

“I think Godric Gryffindor has a depth that was not in the history books available to the general public.” Harry chuckled at all the discoveries that Remus must have come across and yet to see. Soap appeared into his hand and he beckoned Remus back into the pool and started to soap the man. They washed each other slowly and just enjoyed the hands on each other. Harry and Remus picked up on the heavy breathing at the same time and turned.

Draco lay stroking himself while he watched the two beautiful men wash and touch each other. He moaned as they moved together and kissed passionately. Draco last orgasm had been too hard for him to gain him completion, but he felt himself hard, comfortably. He just lay back and watched the two men.

Remus and Harry parted from the heated kiss and smiled. Harry held out a hand to the blond and Draco moved quickly to reenter the pool. Both men washed and worshipped Draco’s body, until all three were very clean, but held the satisfaction of very dirty boys.

Severus Snape was having a harder time as he tried to explain his absence from his own home. Bellatrix Lestrange and Peter Pettigrew stared hard at him as he haughtily explained.

“Not that I owe you interlopers an explanation, but I will be away for Dumbledore. He has some need of rare ingredients that he thinks will help protect Potter. He thinks it is wise to send me, because of my…background.” He sneered as them, but made it seem like it was for Albus Dumbledore. He continued to stared and challenge them to say anything, finally they both backed down. Severus heard his trunk float near and set itself on the floor. He could leave these two psychopaths to his home. He just hoped he didn’t come home with the walls painted in some unknown muggles’ blood, but he could not return to Hogwarts now at any rate, until a week before the school year started. Potter was better than this pair any day. The young savior had looked quite attractive to the older wizard.

Severus apparated back to the room of the manner and waited until an elf came and escorted him to his guest suite. This one bigger than the first having a small office/study attached. He nodded in approval at the muted color scheme of tan and blue. He would absolutely kill himself if he had to live the next two and a half weeks waking up to red and gold. His Slytherin baring ingrained in him a marked dislike of the color combination.

He turned to the elf escorting him, “I would like to request a meeting with your Master.”

“Tomtom will talk to Master as soon as possible.”

“Why can’t you ask him immediately?” Severus asked the slightly hesitant elf.

“Master is bathing.”

“Oh, well that is understandable. I would not mind the same at the moment.”

“Tomtom can show you the bathing room before he sees his Master if you like?” He bounced from one foot to the other.

“There is not one in the attached facilities?”

“No, only a shower.”

“Then, yes, show me these bathing accommodations.” Severus followed the elf to a door and only nodded at the pool. Secretly he was ecstatic by the prospect of using this monstrosity of decadence. He returned to his room to a food tray laden with food. Severus had not been eating well at home with his two guest in attendance. They both lacked graces, because of their insanity, to make them pleasant dinner companions. But as he looked, satisfied with his surroundings and solitude, his appetite was stoked by the rich fare. Severus tucked into the food and was shocked when he noticed there was none left on the plate. A house elf, Tomtom, popped back in to collect the tray and dishes.

“Master Harry asked would the morning be fine?”

“That would be acceptable.” Severus walked into the bedroom of his suite and rifled through his travel trunk. He pulled out a jar of homemade shampoo and body cleanser. He remembered that the room had towels so he only grabbed a clean shirt and pants to redress after his swim/bath.

He quickly made his way back to the room Tomtom had shown him, marveling at the size of the “tub”. He quickly disrobed and hopped down into the pool. He sighed with obvious relief as his muscles seemed to unclench from months of being on his guard. Severus knew he was safe here and the reassurances from Potter were enough to make him comfortable enough to close his eyes to the calm the water instilled in him. He dove and swam loosening himself up. He emerged from the water and moved over to the side where he had laid his care products. He spotted a wand lying not far from him near a bench. He made a note to tell the elves about it and get it returned to its owner. He figured it had to be Draco’s as he was housed in this wing also.

He began to wash himself and smiled at the fragrant aroma of the soap filled his nostrils combining with the heat to make his head swim a bit. Severus was high on his calm and did not notice the dark hair young man enter the room. Harry strode towards the side where Severus smooth soap over muscled arms and a well defined chest, humming to himself.

“It is addictive, is it not?” He asked the startled man.

“It is. I suppose that is your wand near the bench?” Harry smiled and went over to pick up the forgotten wand. “I would say that is very careless, Mr. Potter, but I have noticed you hardly use the instrument anymore.”

“You are right, but it is still useful. My wandless magic responds to my desires, but for some specific spells I still need the focusing agent.”

Severus smirked at that, “I don’t suppose your potions work has improved with the wielding of your magic.” He chuckled at the frown appearing of Harry’s face.

“I am afraid no amount of power will get me up to par in that particular subject.” He acknowledged to his Professor.

“Potter, I want you to take my class this year. It will be easier to past information under the Headmaster’s nose.”

“Good idea, but problematic due to my previous years’ scores. I don’t qualify, by your own standards.” Harry decided to sit on the edge of the pool. “How will we get around that?”

Severus thought for a moment as he washed his chest absently. “I will tell the Headmaster that you need to take the class for the sake of saving your ass in the war.” He smirked at the laugh Harry gave his comment.

“Professor, the man is planning to kill me himself if Voldie doesn’t, I doubt he will accept an offer to prepare me better after taking so much time to make sure I am unprepared.”

“Mr. Potter—.”

“Harry.”

“Pardon?”

“Call me Harry. You’re a trusted ally and guest in my home.”

“Harry…Dumbledore still needs to put on the guise of caring and supportive; he will allow it.”

“I will bow to your wisdom.” Harry looked towards the jars sitting next to him. He picked on up and inhaled, closing his eyes in silent pleasure. “What is this?”

“My own special blend of body cleanser: lavender soap, musk, aphrodisiac flower, and male unicorn sweat. It relaxes the body by arousing it slightly through the olfactory system.”

“Could you teach me how to make this?”

“Yes, I think even you could not make a mess of soap.” Severus swam back to the side and to pick up the shampoo jar.

Harry picked it up first and smelled it, “And this one?”

“Simply mango and lime for my hair.”

“It never looks like you wash your hair.” Harry commented and was glad the Potions Master did not get offended.

“I am a brewer, Harry, I coat my hair to protect it for more harmful fumes and chemicals.”

“Oh.” Harry placed the jar back to the floor. “May I wash your hair?”

Severus was a little taken aback but nodded his head and turned his back to Harry. The man had not presented his back, unguarded, to anyone in over twenty years, but it was Po-Harry.

Harry coated his hands in the mixture and moved his fingers through the edges of Severus’ hair, working his way in. He massaged the scalp and built up a good lather. Severus felt like he was in heaven.

“Have you done this before, Harry?”

“Yes, my Aunt, sometimes when she bore the brunt of my Uncle’s rage she needed help bathing and washing her hair. She tried hard to protect me when she could, but we were both victims.”

“I remember Petunia to be a quiet girl, very much attached to your Mother, but a bit jealous when your Mother played with me.” Harry’s fingers stilled in their movements and a sigh could be heard to whisper through the quiet of the conversation.

“Tell me about her.” Harry resumed his movements. Severus relaxed into the touch and started to talk.

“She was funny. Her pranks were humorous not mean spirited like… She made you happy you were tricked. She had a smile that could brighten anyone’s day. When we were kids she was the only one to make my life worth the hell at home.” Severus sighed then lost in thoughts of the past.

“You and me have such similar pasts, why have we hated each other?”

“I think it is partially Dumbledore’s fault. He constantly warned me against not hating you because James was so awful. He made sure to remind me of each and every incident that almost killed me or humiliated me.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Me, too, but it was your eyes that caused most of my behavior. They are so much like Lily’s. I could not bear caring for another person with those eyes.”

“Did…did you love her?”

“Yes, but not romantically. I bat for the other team; I think that is the muggle expression.” Harry’s sharp intake of breath made Severus chuckle. “I know shocking, isn’t it?”

“Yes and no. It seems there is more we have in common than simple shitty upbringing.”

“Well, I am still sorry for my actions over the years. I do believe that you have the power to defeat the Dark Lord.”

“You can rinse now.” Harry said, as he pulled his fingers out of Severus’ hair.

Severus walked forward a bit and submerged himself. Coming up out of the water, he squeezed the water from his hair and slicked it back. He looked up at the now standing Harry and frowned.

“What is wrong?”

“I am not ready for him. I don’t have to just kill a wizard, but one that has study obscure magic and spells for most of his unnatural life. He has come back from the dead on several occasions and has a fanatical following, even with his cruelty. I have seen the monster’s mind and a simple Aveda Kedavra will not rid us of this foe and the people who follow him.”

“What are you saying?”

“This will not end with a one on one battle; it will be a true war, Professor. I have to crush them and Hogwarts is not the place to learn how to do that. The ministries aurors can battle but they cannot win either. I have to find a place to learn.”

“There are other schools. I can research them for you?”

“They must teach me what I need to know. I cannot continue to languish in that place of childish revelry. I am only returning to gain what I need to know from Dumbledore. He will reveal his secrets, while I start to weaken Voldemort’s army with my own.”

“We will talk in the morning, after breakfast?” Severus asked.

“Yeah. Goodnight Professor.”

“Goodnight Harry.”
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