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Kinder, Kindler, Kindlier	By : Lomonaaeren Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 24796 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-Kinder, Kindler, Kindlier
- 2-Chapter 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 10
- 12-Part 12
- 8
- 9
- 10
�� I want
sapphires. Two of them, of the finest water. See to it that you don�t try to
fob me off with anything inferior.�

�� Severus
nodded to the woman, Halcyon Grimethorpe, who had given him the order, and then
turned to select two sapphires from the box behind him. He kept his most
valuable ingredients behind the counter; Harry�s wards were superior, but there
was no point in exposing the weak-minded to temptation.

�� When he
placed the blue stones on the counter, Grimethorpe began to wave her wand,
casting several spells that would tell her the truth about her purity. Because
he knew she would find no negative facts unless it pleased her to make them up,
Severus let his gaze wander the rest of the shop while he waited for her
conclusions.

�� Two young
warlocks browsed through his jar of bats� wings, arguing with each other in
softly heated voices about what consistency and size of wing would be the best
for certain Dark potions. Severus had already carefully marked their faces in
case he had Aurors to answer to later. A witch who had often visited the shop
before used a scoop on the beetles� eyes, and then took three by hand. Janus, a
wizard who had no last name as far as Severus knew, examined a piece of glass
with a slight blue tint and nodded approval.

�� Glancing to
the left, he could see the customers in Draco�s section, negotiating for
potions, vials, corks, and cauldrons. Draco was saying things to make them
laugh, whoever they were. Already Severus had seen a few depart with relaxed
expressions who had come in with grim faces, determined to disapprove of two
Death Eaters.

�� He could
not see Harry�s end of the shop from here, but the queue for it passed up the
steps and into Draco�s section. Draco showed no resentment of that. Severus had
no doubt they would have to deal with it later, however. Harry�s voice only
occasionally rose loudly enough for him to hear it. He seemed to prefer
individual, intense, low-voiced negotiations with his clients.

�� And yet,
Severus thought, separated or not, there was a current of energy that�

�� I will
take these, young man,� Grimethorpe said with stately confidence. She was
nearly the age Dumbledore had been, and allowed her eccentric form of address.
Severus nodded and picked up the sapphires so that he might weigh them. He knew
what the price was already, but Grimethorpe was someone to like it best when
she saw the bargain transacted in front of her.

�� There was a
current of energy that linked them, Severus thought, as the scales clinked and
bobbed and nodded into place, telling him one sapphire was worth six hundred Galleons,
the second five hundred eighty. He would have known in a moment if someone had
gone into Harry�s shop and threatened him. Draco�s gestures and lazy comments
gave Severus strength. And Draco and Harry regularly exchanged smiles that
echoed into Severus�s part of the shop like distant bugles.

�� That
much?� complained Grimethorpe. �Jewel prices grow worse every year.�
Nonetheless, she had already taken out her purse.

�� Severus
smiled absently, and tilted his head. Harry had done something, which rippled
through Draco�s shop and into his. He knew he had no basis for such feelings,
and he would never have confessed them�not even to Draco and Harry, until he
knew them better�but they were there, and he felt part of something for the
first time since�

�� He caught
his breath. Since the Death Eaters.

�� You ought
to get that cough looked at, young man,� Grimethorpe told him, and picked up
her purse and the small netted bag into which he had put the sapphires,
bustling out the door.

�� Severus
leaned on the counter and looked around the shop, making sure that none of the
customers needed his help at the moment. Then he shut his eyes and shook his
head. What he had felt, or what he had imagined he felt, did not truly exist.
How could any sort of �current� link them when they had been living together
for only a few days and declaring their intention to date for scarcely longer
than that?

�� But it
seemed to. He could tell when Draco laughed at something his clients said and
that he thought genuinely funny, and he could tell when Draco gave a strained
chuckle that was only meant to guarantee a sale. He could feel the pressure of
the air on his skin at the moment when Harry must have thought it too hot,
because the noise of a window creaking open came from his section of the shop.

�� Perhaps it is nothing mystical, Severus
thought, a welcome relief to his mind, because he had always been uncomfortable
with mystical explanations for strange things. There would be magical theory
somewhere that made them rational, and �mysterious� potions usually depended on
a fortuitous combination of circumstances, not something truly unexpected or
intruding from �another dimension,� a favorite phrase of some ancient writers. I am imagining their perspectives, and that
gives me the ability to also feel what they might be feeling at the moment. It
is not infallible. I should not depend on it.

�� But even
that made him pause in wonder and doubt, because he did not consider himself
particularly empathic or prone to adopting others� perspectives.

�� What have they done to me?

�� Considering
how smoothly he and Draco were able to react a moment later, it could be
nothing evil�not when it allowed them to help protect Harry.

�� Raised
voices sounded from Harry�s shop, and then the noise of glass breaking. It
could have been a dropped potions vial. It could have come from the door of
Draco�s shop as easily as Harry�s. Severus could picture someone who was
leaning into Harry�s shop to examine his wards letting their grasp slip on a
purchase as they stared in wonder.

�� It could have been those things. But he was
already moving from behind his counter�casting spells to lock the lids of
barrels and crates�when his clients were still turning to look in mild
curiosity, and he could see Draco moving at the same rate, a blur of gold and
silver.

�� Severus
crossed Draco�s shop easily and leaped down the three stairs into Harry�s
section. Then he reached behind him and dragged Draco down into a crouch as a brilliant
red spell cut the air above their heads. It vanished into the crackle of wards
around one of Harry�s displays, but Severus doubted that it would have vanished
so neatly if they had actually got in its way.

�� Harry was
standing with his back to the wall nearest the hidden door, his hand steady as
he cast curse after curse at the attacking witch. She�d had a large hood tucked
over her head, but it flew free now, and Severus could see blonde hair nearly
the color of Draco�s. He tensed and craned his neck, but no, this was not
Narcissa Malfoy. Among other things, Narcissa would never have had such poor
control of her spells that they almost escaped her control, and she would never
have tried to get past the ward that Harry had had time to raise in front of
him.

�� The ward, though,
was unsupported by the wood and stone that Harry usually liked to hang it on,
and thus prone to crumble faster. And the witch had already broken one of the
protected windows through luck or sheer power. Severus caught Draco�s eye and
nodded to the left, then tapped his chest and nodded to the right.

�� Draco
nodded back, his eyes nearly black with fury. Severus felt a deeper, colder
version as he stood and began to flank the witch. How dare someone attack their partner in their shop? They would not call
in the Aurors. There were other ways to make her pay�more reliable ones,
considering that some of the Aurors still had grudges against anyone with a
Dark Mark on his arm or a certain last name.

�� Incarcerous! Flamma!� Draco shouted.

�� Severus
cast his spell nonverbally. In case the witch had any attention to spare from
her fight with Harry, he did not want her to know what it had been.

�� Ropes
curled around the witch from behind, jerking her arms taut to her sides. She
gave a yowl of astonishment and dropped her wand. Then Draco�s flame appeared
next to her face, and she held very still. Severus could smell singed hair. He
would have scolded Draco for his lack of control, but he had no doubt that that
was what Draco had intended to happen.

�� Severus�s spell
was invisible, but it settled into her stomach and wound itself about her guts.
Wherever she spent the night, she would spend it with anything she ate coming
out at both ends. And she would have an urge to eat largely until nightfall,
when the spell would take effect, for the sake of extra punishment.

�� The witch�s
eyes darted back and forth as both Draco and Severus approached her. Harry
stood up straight, Vanished the ward that had guarded him, and nodded to them.
He was panting, but his eyes were bright. �It�s been a long time since I was in
Auror training,� he said. �I forgot how good it could feel to fight.�

�� Draco
opened his mouth to say something angry and worried and wrong, but Severus
caught his eye and shook his head. It would not do to scold Harry for something
someone else had done. Draco bowed his head in acknowledgment and stepped
aside, which let Severus be the first to confront the woman, putting his body
between her and Harry. In the meantime, Severus cast a nonverbal spell that
would encourage any clients still remaining to leave by making them feel
discomfort, and Draco threw locking and silencing charms at the door into Harry�s
section.

�� What did
you imagine you were doing?� Severus asked, genuinely interested. He would not
have expected many of those who hated Harry for dating Death Eaters to attack Harry. They would try argument
first�reasonable argument, by their lights�and to eliminate him and Draco. The
best way to make sure Harry did not date Death Eaters was to get rid of the
Death Eaters. Accordingly, the personal wards had been heavier in Draco and
Severus�s sections of the shop.

�� A mistake we will not make again, Severus
thought, as he whispered, �Legilimens,�
and slid into the woman�s mind.

�� He
discovered immediately that no satisfying conspiracy had sent her. She had
simply decided, with a revulsion against the loss of her hero Harry Potter that
went bone-deep, to not live in a world without someone so �wonderful.� She
would punish him, and even if she went to Azkaban, she would comfort herself by
remembering what he had been, instead of what he had become when he started
corrupting himself.

�� Severus
rolled his eyes and broke free of the contact. The woman was a typical example
of the melodramatic species, those who never grew beyond their Hogwarts days
and continued to see the world in the grand lights and shadows that a
Gryffindor mindset, in particular, tended to induce. She would have felt sorry
if she had succeeded in hurting Harry, of course, and there was no way she
could have endured Azkaban, but she felt as
if she could. No amount of logic would argue her out of that.

�� It is not
worth bothering with her justifications,� he told Harry and Draco. �What do you
want to do?�

�� Hurt her,�
Draco said immediately. He was standing beside Harry with one hand on his
waist. Severus ignored the flare of his jealousy, as predictable by this point
as sunrise. �She tried to hurt one of us.� His eyes were dark, and for a moment
Severus saw Lucius in his face as Draco�s father had been in his days of
serious service to the Dark Lord.

�� Harry?�
Severus asked quietly, shifting his gaze to his other partner.

��

�� Harry shook
his head. �What she did was stupid and wrong,� he said, holding the woman�s
gaze in a way that made Severus wonder whether he suspected that hearing such
words from her hero would be the most severe punishment possible for her. �But
she should be given to the Aurors on charges of attempting to harm someone
else, rather than actually harming them.�

�� You can�t expect us to regard it that way!�
Draco burst out, with a suddenness that startled Severus despite his
foreknowledge of Draco�s feelings. �If she�d just hurt someone random in the
street, I�d agree, but it was you��

�� Harry
stepped up beside Draco and rubbed his arm. Draco shut his mouth and stared at
him, then glanced down at the hand as if he didn�t know why the touch should
soothe him so much, but was glad that it did.

�� Severus was
glad, as well. It gave him the chance to speak and sound rational and wise in
his own right, not simply an echo of Harry. �Harry is correct,� he said. �Too
great a response to this intrusion would only confirm the effectiveness of it
in the minds of others, and we would be troubled by more than if we simply
ignored it. Relatively speaking,� he added, thinking of how seriously the
Aurors might take it.

�� We�ll never stop,� the woman burst out. �Me,
or others like me. You�ve betrayed us all by taking up with this�this scum. Acting as if you�re friends.� She
looked at Harry with fireworks of resentment bursting in her eyes. �There�s no
reason that you have to go to them,� she whispered. �Did we mistreat you? Did
we not give you the attention you craved? You haven�t been as involved in
politics or the wizarding world in the last few years, that�s true, but there
are still plenty of us who honor you.�

�� I always
wanted to be left alone,� Harry said. �But really, did you think attacking me
was the way to get me to change my mind?�

�� The woman
stared at him in hostile bewilderment. Harry opened his mouth as if he would
continue to argue, but Severus caught his eye and shook his head. Harry seemed
to understand, as he simply shrugged and turned his back.

�� Do we have
to only do that?� Draco muttered, but from the sound of it, he was giving in.

�� Let me
take her,� Harry said, speaking to Severus more than Draco, though he gave
Draco a keen, sympathetic glance. �The Aurors know me, and they�ll be more
likely to listen to my side of the story first.�

�� They
won�t,� the woman said with vicious satisfaction, lowering her eyes and giving
the floor a little smile, as if it and she were conspirators. �Once they learn
where I was and what I was doing, they�ll reward me for a public service.�

�� I think
you have a lot to learn about the way the Aurors work,� Harry said cheerfully,
and, taking her arm, steered her towards the door.

�� Draco at
least waited until Harry and the woman were gone before bursting out, though
the door had hardly closed. �Why did he react like that?� he demanded of
Severus. �Why is he so casual about his life being threatened? Do you think all
the years with someone after him affected his mind?� He paused, as though he
had been distracted by a new possibility. �Could he have a death wish?� he
said, lowering his voice.

�� Severus
controlled the laughter he would have liked to give voice to; Harry could rise
up under ridicule, but Draco needed support at the moment. �I have no doubt
that it did affect him,� he said. �But he does not have a death wish. He simply
measures these new threats to his life against what happened in the past, and
esteems them less for that reason.�

�� We should
still have stronger defenses on the shop.� Draco�s face was pale.

�� Severus let
him describe what he would like, while he cast discreet spells on Harry�s
section of the shop that would alert him to the presence of much adrenaline in
the veins of someone who entered it. Whether that was Harry himself reacting to
a threat or the person bringing it in, Severus thought it best to have warning.

�� He had no
doubt there would be false alarms, but Harry had told him the truth, had said
that he would offer Severus his fame, and had prized Severus�s rare kindness
for as much as it should be worth. Severus would put up with any number of
false alarms to keep someone who did that.

*

�� Harry
sighed as he Apparated onto the doorstep of their house, and spent a moment
leaning against the door.

�� The Aurors
had believed him, especially with the woman�Rebekah Estep�loudly proclaiming
what she had done to anyone who would listen, but they had questioned him
sternly for several hours anyway, as if setting up shop with people who had
been suspected of crimes in the past was a criminal act in itself. Harry
understood the reasons for their caution; he even appreciated them, since that
caution had saved his life several times in the days after the war. But he had
answered the same set of questions three times for three different people, and
all the while his mind was on Draco and Severus.

�� They probably suffered more than I did, he
thought as he laid his palm atop the ward that would identify him and permit
him passage through the rest of the wards. It
happened so quickly all I had to do was react. But they were worried for me.
And I know that Draco thought I dismissed it too easily.

�� He walked
into the kitchen, where he thought they would probably be at this time of the
night, determined to make things up to them.

�� Then he
stopped.

�� There were
three candles burning in the center of the table, arranged in a triangle that
Harry would have had to be stupid not to recognize the significance of. The
table itself was draped with a dark cloth that had a border of red, a beautiful
thing Harry had never seen before. The chairs bore cushions that were either
conjured by an expert or stolen from Malfoy Manor.

�� Severus
stood behind the nearest chair, Draco behind the one next to that, and both of
them had their eyes fixed on him.

�� Hullo,�
Harry said, and resisted the temptation to scratch his head. It would probably
make particles of dandruff fall out of his hair, and that would send entirely the wrong impression in an
atmosphere like this. �Is�are you all right? Did I miss something?� He was
searching back through the weeks in his mind, trying to remember if this was
the anniversary of anything, or a Slytherin holiday.

�� We thought
that we�d take that dinner date we wanted to have in the first place,� Severus
said, his soft tones washing away Harry�s awkwardness at once, �but which we
were distracted from by the exertion of moving in together.�

�� And we�re
making it a date,� Draco said. He
moved behind Harry with light steps and laid his hands on the cloak, which
Harry had worn into the kitchen in his absentmindedness. �May I take your
cloak?�

�� Harry
hesitated for one moment. This seemed so�odd, so unlike them. Was he supposed
to play along? Was it a joke?

�� But all he
could see in Severus�s eyes was intensity, and he doubted they would have
played a joke on him so soon after a threat on his life. Maybe this was what they thought he wanted: a touch of romance and close attention.

�� Well, isn�t this pleasant, Harry
thought, with a smile on his lips that couldn�t help being sincere as he
extended his arms and let Draco take the cloak.

�� Sit here,�
Severus said, and pulled out the chair that was opposite his.

�� He can�t help making it a command, Harry
noted as he walked across the room, with Draco walking at his side, and sat in
the chair. That didn�t matter, though, when Draco�s warm hand was brushing
against his arm with a regular, soft touch, and when Severus�s eyes were
resting on him with their own piercing warmth.

�� Severus
pushed the chair in until Harry�s stomach almost touched the table. Harry tried
to suppress a wriggle of discomfort, but of course Severus noticed, and moved
the chair back again. Harry nodded when he was at the perfect distance. Severus
stepped away and towards his own seat, but didn�t sit down, instead drinking in
Harry with his eyes.

�� I�this is
nice,� Harry said, ducking his head and wishing that his fiery cheeks didn�t
give him away, �but I�m not used to this level of attention. Could you look
elsewhere? Or let me pay attention to you, too?�

�� I don�t
mind that,� Draco said, with a smile that melted across his face like sugar
exposed to flame.

�� But Severus
shook his head slightly, letting his hair swish in several directions at once,
and reached out with one hand as if he would caress Harry�s shoulder, though
they were nowhere near touching distance. �We could have lost you today,� he
said. �Permit me to gaze at you as if you were a rare specimen under glass.
Today has reminded me how rare you are.�

�� Harry
flushed more�although up until now he wouldn�t have said that was possible�and
lowered his eyes. He couldn�t deny the pleasure he felt in Severus�s attention,
which had been so much less protective when he was in school. And it was coming
to him, slowly, that this might be one way he could indulge his lovers,
sometimes, when he couldn�t think of more active gifts or they didn�t want them
from him.

�� If they want this, why not let them have it?
he thought, but he did reach over and clasp Draco�s hand, because he
thought Draco had spoken sincerely when he said that he would like to be waited
on.

�� Severus
moved his wand in a long motion over the table that echoed the swishing of his
hair. Harry blinked when the plates shimmered and suddenly bore food: pale
lemons and oranges, heavy pies that steamed from the edges, green confections
that looked more tempting than most of the salads Harry had seen, and bowls of
soft, clear liquids that might have been soups but smelled much better.

�� Is this
conjured food?� he had to ask. �Because I�ve eaten enough of that in the past
to last me a lifetime.�

�� No,�
Severus said. �Nor have we suddenly acquired a house-elf, though not through
lack of effort on Draco�s part.� Draco flushed, and Harry squeezed his hand
again, wondering if Draco had ventured back to Malfoy Manor, and what had
happened if he had. �Draco and I bought the food this afternoon,� Severus continued,
�and I have prepared it. What I cast just now was nothing more than a
complicated summoning spell.�

�� Harry
rolled his eyes over the patronizing tone in Severus�s voice, but reached for
an orange and used his fingernail to cut into the skin. Draco took up a lemon
and did the same thing. Harry sighed when he finally managed to separate the
orange into chunks and taste the juice that leaped away from his mouth as if
eager to escape being swallowed. �This is marvelous,� he said. �It�s like I can
actually taste the sunshine it grew in.�

�� Severus
stared at him for a moment, then inclined his head and sat. �Never let it be
said that Harry Potter cannot be poetic when he tries,� he murmured.

�� Draco was
struggling with his lemon, so Harry reached over and helped him instead of
trying to respond. There were still old resentments, angers, injuries, between
them that might flare to life if pressed on.

�� But the
tenor of the meal wasn�t like that. It was full of good food, muffled
conversation that was allowed to trail away and die naturally, and sweetness.
Draco brushed his hand across Harry�s at every chance he got. Severus made
acerbic comments about wards, and at times stared at Harry in a way that
suggested he was trying to memorize how Harry looked, how he spoke and moved
and smiled.

�� When Harry
was in the middle of his second bowl of salad�or dressed-up lettuce and chopped
carrots, cheese, and eggs, because it still tasted better than any salad
should�the incidental touches of Draco�s hand became heavier. Severus leaned
towards him with a more decided intent, and he didn�t speak as often. His
nostrils flared, however, and Harry thought he was breathing in what he could
of Harry�s scent.

�� What he can smell of that with the candles
and the food, Harry thought, but his chest was tight, and he found it
harder and harder to hold Severus�s eyes.

�� Draco
finished his last lemon and got up, standing behind Harry. His hands landed on
the back of the chair, but Harry could feel his fingertips, and knew what he
wanted. He let his head fall back so that he could look up into Draco�s eyes.

�� Draco
moaned, even though no one was touching him and Harry thought his gaze
comparatively innocent. He reached out and trailed his fingers down Harry�s
cheek, and murmured, �You�re incredible.�

�� Don�t say
that when I haven�t even done anything yet,� Harry murmured back, and trailed his fingers down Draco�s neck and onto
his collarbone. Then he twisted around so he could follow the path with his
mouth.

�� Draco�s
head promptly lolled to the side, and his hand was still. Harry smiled. He
understood that Severus might want to spoil him thanks to his encounter with
Estep, but Draco had always liked being pampered better, and Harry thought he
himself was probably more comfortable in the active role.

�� Then a
mouth fastened on the back of his neck, and Harry started. There�s someone else here who might like to take that role, he
thought, as he arched forwards to give Severus more room to work with. I keep forgetting that.

�� But before
his self-blame could go too far, he reminded himself that he had never been
with two people at once before, and relaxed with a sigh. He turned his head to
share a kiss with Severus, then turned back to Draco and tugged his shirt away
from his chest. Draco shook his head.

�� Harry
hesitated.

�� That was
an admission that I don�t know if I can bear this, not an admonition to stop,�
Draco growled, and Harry grinned and reached out to tug on his nipples. They
stood out from Draco�s chest, already harder than the warm air could account
for, and Harry murmured appreciation and bent to taste them.

�� They didn�t
taste like anything but skin. They didn�t need
to taste like anything but that. Harry laughed in delight, half-dazed and
not caring. He could feel Severus�s fingers and tongue moving slowly over his back�where
had his shirt gone? asked the part of his mind in charge of irrelevant
questions�and that, combined with the sensation in his mouth, made him feel
dizzy and elated.

�� There was a
smack and a sharp curse, and Severus said, �The chair is in the way, gentlemen.
May I suggest moving this to the couch?�

�� They
stumbled out of the dining room, Draco trying to touch Harry and walk at the
same time, and Harry arching forwards and back to feel both of his lovers at
once, and Severus murmuring imprecation against the chair as he buried his
fingers in Harry�s hair and tugged. They were halfway to the drawing room
before it occurred to Harry that Severus hadn�t said which couch he meant.

�� But
apparently this one was close enough, and Severus turned so that he was
dragging Harry practically into his lap and stealing his breath with a kiss.
Then he turned his head slightly to the side and kissed Draco, who whimpered.

�� Harry felt
as if he was falling off a cliff, and he didn�t protest or even help when
Severus began to wrestle him free of his clothes. For one thing, he was too
busy trying to get Draco naked while Draco squirmed and kicked and protested
that Harry�s fingers along his ribs were tickling him.

�� Everything
seemed to pause at once, then, when they were finally all three naked, or as
close to it as they could come without tumbling off the couch (Harry thought he
could feel one sock still clinging to his foot, and there was the rubbing of
cloth somewhere south of his arse,
although he didn�t know who was wearing it). Harry was lying on his back,
shoulders in Severus�s lap and his glasses gone. Draco was crouched
precariously above him on hands and knees, weaving back and forth in a way that
made Harry afraid he was going to fall at any moment.

�� Is
this�can we do this?� Draco whispered. Harry wondered if he was asking only one
of them, or both.

�� When he
tilted his head back, he could see Severus�s expression, but that didn�t do much
good when it was so blurry.

�� I say we
can,� Severus said, voice decisive, and reached down and grasped Harry�s
erection.

�� Harry gave
an undignified little wail that he hated the thought of, jabbing his hips up.
Draco wavered and did fall, this
time, but he collapsed onto Harry instead of the floor. And then he laughed and
kissed Harry, and Harry reached down and took firm hold of Draco�s balls and tugged.

�� Draco
panted and half-rolled over, reaching for Severus�s chest. Harry grinned. He
could only have touched Severus by reaching awkwardly down and back, so,
despite his own eagerness to do it, he was glad that Draco was going first.

�� Severus�s
fingers tightened around Harry, and he said something in what sounded
remarkably like Parseltongue.

�� Harry�s
amusement fled. He rubbed Draco, who squeaked and pressed down harder, crushing
Severus�s hand into place, rubbing his cock against Harry�s. Hands moved and
blurred. Severus arched under Harry, and Harry thought he felt a damp and
leaking tip touch his back, which excited him so much that he convulsed and
nearly came.

�� Heat and
weight from above as Draco pressed down; heat and weight from under as Severus
pressed up. Harry was trapped, caught, between them, and if he had ever
pictured this, he might have thought it would be terrifying, or at least
suffocating.

�� It was brilliant. To know he was the one making them cry out like that, to embrace Draco and
feel the rutting and the stabbing from behind, to skim Severus�s chest with a
hasty hand when he could and hear his soft pleased grunts, was a measure of
freedom and power that he was sure
both Ron and Hermione would think he was insane if he told them about.

�� Not that he
ever intended to tell them about this, but, well, it was the principle of the thing.

�� And why in
the world was he thinking about Ron and Hermione when Draco was biting his
chin�well, trying to bite his chin, but mostly getting his hair�and Severus was
bumping up against him and there were damp bursts against Harry�s back that
indicated he was coming?

�� Harry
rutted against the fingers that gripped him, against the slick and sweaty skin
of Draco�s hips, and came with a breath that seemed to turn to fire inside him
and rush out of him via his cock. He was getting both Draco and Severus all wet
and sticky, but that only increased his satisfaction, the sense of power that
roared in his chest. What couldn�t he
do, when he felt like this?

�� Draco
squinched up his face as if in pain and came with a laboring groan, holding
himself still as he ground into Harry�s hips and Severus�s hand. Then he shut
his eyes and lay still, puffs of warm breath escaping his mouth onto Harry�s
cheek.

�� Harry
turned his head and kissed him.

�� Severus
joined the kiss in the next instant, by the simple expedient of prying up
Harry�s head and substituting his mouth for Draco�s. Harry made sure to take
hold of Severus�s chin, now that he could reach it, and give as much passion
into this meeting of lips and darting of tongues as he had to Draco. Of all of
them, he thought Severus was the one most likely to get jealous and feel
left-out.

�� Well,
there�s at least one way in which this wasn�t a mistake,� Harry said, when he
could pull his lips away and exercise some command over his tongue again. �The
sex is brilliant.�

�� He got two
dirty looks: one from Draco, who seemed to believe that it was Harry�s part, as
the Gryffindor, to say something more romantic after their first time together,
and from Severus, who was shaking his hand as if he never expected to regain
feeling in it.

�� Harry shut
his eyes. He was smiling, and he was absurdly confident about the future in a
way that said future definitely didn�t warrant. He couldn�t stop himself from
being so. That was just the way it was.

*

�� Sarah: I
certainly hope never to run out of personality characteristics! Though some of
my stories are more similar than others.
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