Title: Amour Partagé par Trois

Summary: SS/DM and eventually, Hp/Ss/Dm. M/M sex. All above consensual age. Threesome's. Graphic sex scenes. Rated M. Title means, Love shared by three.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, not the characters, not the magical world, nothing but the plot. J.K. Rowling's owns all. I make no profit off my writing.

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Draco Malfoy stretched his legs under his new desk and looked around his new office scornfully. After the war had ended and saintly Potter had kill Lord Voldemort, the Ministry had a hard time picking itself up and dusting itself off. And that was why he'd quit his job in Gringotts and taken the job the Ministry had offered him.

It was a new department, The Department of Ministry Management and Progress. He was head in charge and he loved the power. He loved being able to hire and fire people, ruin or make their days. Plus he got such a huge paycheck, he couldn't really complain. It paid for his spacious two level flat, with the amazing view of London, and all his beautiful clothing.

He tipped back in his chair and pushed at the floor, spinning himself around. He allowed himself a extremely rare, small smile and whispered out, "Whee."

Jumping when someone knocked loudly on his door, Draco sat straight up and put on his usual sneer, "Enter."

His mousy, chunky secretary Linda Bowmen peeked her head around the door and squeaked out, "Mr. Malfoy, your first appointment of the day has just arrived. Should I tell him you're in?"

"Yes, that is your job is it not?" Linda turned bright red, and looked down at the floor, (possibly at her very unattractive lumpy brown clogs, Draco thought to himself). He took a deep breath and massaged his temples, "So who is it?"

"Oh um the head of the…"

Draco listened to her ramble on and on and smoothed his hair down. He was twenty four, rich and successful. He didn't really have to work, but the thrill of going into the Ministry every day was amazing. He got to smirk at every bastard in the main lobby, they all hated that he was there. A former Death Eater and a Malfoy at that, and many wizards and witches still believed that he should be rotting in Azkaban with his mother and father.

But unfortunately for them and fortunately for him, (though he loathed to say it), Harry Potter had stepped forward in his defense, along with countless of his friends and Dumbledore's blokes, The Order of the Phoenix. He'd gotten off, with all the charges dropped.

Despite having all the charges dropped and erased from his record, even at nineteen he could tell that most of the wizarding world thought he deserved the dementor's kiss. Strangely that didn't bother him much, it made him smug. Smug, because he was free and successful, and they couldn't do anything but whisper rude little things to him and give him filthy looks as he walked through the Ministry lobby.

He smirked as he gazed at his last appointment of the day, an obnoxiously fat man. With large jowls, red cheeks, and floppy lips. The man, he couldn't care to remember his name, was from some pointless little department and was complaining about the lack of funds for his latest project.

Draco sighed loudly interrupting the man's quivery, rant and glanced pointedly up at the clock. The man sucked in a huffy breath and looked ready to continue, but Draco raised a lazy hand and shook his head, "My shifted ends in about a minute and I don't do overtime. I've read thoroughly through your file and complaint, but the fact is, as the Ministry is still picking up the pieces from the war…There is no money to go to projects that don't progress the Ministries standing. Which yours…Just doesn't."

The man turned bright red, his wet little eyes narrowing angrily on Draco's silver eyes, and snarled out, "My project is of the outmost of importance Mr. Malfoy." His voice turned into a sneer as he spat out Draco's surname and clearly implied what he thought of the Malfoy's.

"Well, not important enough. You can reapply your complaint in three months and I'll go over it again, but I doubt that mind will have changed. Ah look, I'm off the clock! Good day." He closed the folder holding the complaint pointedly and used his wand to have it fly over to the cabinets lining the right side of his office and locked it away.

The disgusting little man grumbled under his breath and stood, pushing the chair his chair so roughly away from him that Draco's hand tightened around his wand and he raised an impeccably shaped eyebrow at the man as he stormed out of the office.

Once the man had left and the office door firmly shut behind him, Draco let out a dark little laugh and shook his head in amusement. He was having too much fun with the pathetic little people that had to come and beg him for his approval, especially when they obviously hated having to implore with him for funds and help with their meaningless little projects and problems.

He wasn't unfair though, he looked over their complaints thoroughly. And if he deemed the complaints and inquiries accurate, he would more than often give them what they asked for. He just couldn't be the person they wanted him to be, kind and overly giving. That wasn't him, that wasn't a Malfoy. And the sooner they recognized that…The sooner he could stop having angry people leaving his office thinking that he was just jerking them around.

He waved his wand at his briefcase and watched halfheartedly as his overnight work danced into it, before it snapped closed and floated in front of him. He stood and stretched, before walking leisurely out of his office.

Linda waved perkily at him and called out, "Good night Mr. Malfoy!"

He nodded once at her, pushed the button on the lift and stepped in. he was on one of the highest levels and hoped that not many people would be waiting for the lift, making his should be two minute journey into a fifteen minute patience tester.

Tapping his foot, Draco winced when just two levels below his the lift shuddered to a stop and the door slowly began to creak open. He was staring at his watch, when there was a loud surprised noise and no one moved to enter the lift with him.

He looked up quickly, expecting anything and everything, and let out a surprised noise too. Severus Snape stood in front of him, clutching a new looking briefcase and wearing his usual black robes. But despite the multitude of robes and cloaks the man was wearing, he looked better than ever. There was something different…His hair was clean and tied back, his skin not sallow anymore and instead very moonlike pale, sort of like Draco's. His thin hands were still stained with potions though and he was tightening them anxiously.

"Severus!" Draco gaped out. He hadn't seen his former favorite teacher since his trial.

"Draco, it's been years." Severus stepped into the lift with him, his body turned so that he could face Draco.

"How are you? Do you work in the Ministry now?"

"Yes I head the Potions Department, and I'm guessing that you work here as well?"

"I do. I was just hired on as the Head of the Department of Ministry Management and Progress." Draco smiled proudly, and brushed his hair back.

Severus raised an eyebrow at him and smirked, "Congratulations, you have an eleven o'clock appointment with me tomorrow."

"Well I can't promise you anything." Draco teased, tracking Severus's smirk with his eyes. The man looked amazingly attractive.

The potions master just smirked at him, his own eyes taking in Draco's lean, fit body. When the lift dinged and squeezed open, they both stepped out and stood staring at each other. Feeling less then confident Draco looked down at his shoes and asked, "So…Do you want to get a drink or something? Catch up?"

There was an awkward moment, where Severus just stared at him, contemplatively and then nodded slowly, "Alright, after a day like today a drink sounds good."

Draco smiled at him and led him over to one of the many fireplaces lining the wall. He grabbed a chunk of the black powder, threw it in and stepped into the green flames, shouting out, "The Leaky Cauldron." Closing his eyes to ignore the nauseating spinning, his feet slammed to the floor and climbed out of the fireplace.

He waved his wand over his robes and watched the soot disappear. The barkeep Tom nodded to him that the back room he often frequented was open and began pulling out a bottle of firewhiskey and a cup. Draco raised two of his fingers just as the fire flashed green again and Tom grabbed another cup.

Severus stepped out of the fire and Draco smirked at him, he was absolutely filthy covered in grey soot. The potions master gave him a droll look, but his lips twitched as he preformed the same spell on himself that Draco had used.

"This way, Mr. Malfoy, Mr. Snape." Tom wheezed at them, from his hunched over form.

They cut through the busy pub easily, even though it had been five years since the war ended, people seemed uneasy about two suspected Death Eaters being seen out together and would slink away to different ends of the bar to avoid contact with them. It made them think they were up to something devious. Severus must have seen in his eyes what he was thinking because he slid a sly wink down at him, before reattaching his usual ominous and intimidating scowl.

Draco tried not to think of how bloody sinful that wink had looked, as he sat back against the booth, the bottle of whiskey already chilled and waiting for him, along with a bucket of ice that he knew was charmed to keep from the ice melting. Snape sat across from him and looked around the room curiously.

"I pay Tom to keep this area free for me. I don't like drinking with a pub filled with people who will glare at me for the entire evening." Draco explained with a shrug. He reached for the two cups and filled them generously with ice and the firewhiskey.

Severus took the cup that Draco slid to him and took a drink before saying, "I thought you would love the attention, the chance to act all superior and untouchable."

"Usually I would, but no…I'm not the same sneering little boy you knew Severus. I like peace and quiet usually, none of the questioning glances or evil eye." Draco swigged back a long drink and sighed dramatically.

He looked up and watched Severus snigger at him, "Oh please! You still thrive on attention Draco, even if you are twenty-four."

Lips twitching Draco sniffed dignifiedly and poured himself another drink, "Well…Okay yes. I love attention. I love people staring at me, wishing they could say something, or do something but knowing they can't. And they fear me, which is strangely enjoyable." He sighed and tipped his head to the side to gaze at Severus, "But you've always had people afraid of you, so you're probably used to all the attention."

"I am. But I would rather be left alone and not have people stare at me."

"But you look so much more attractive now. I figured that you'd maybe like the attention." Draco breezed out easy and casually.

Severus's eyes twinkled brightly and he tsked, "Trying to flirt Draco?"

"Why, is it working?"

Lifting his glass and giving Draco a simple amused look, Severus finished off his cup of whiskey. Draco pulled the cup out of his hand and filled it, before pressing it back into his hand, their fingers scraping across each other. He raised his eyebrow at Severus, who studied him carefully and moved back to drink his own.

He took a deep breath and tried to look extremely regal and confident, an easy look to pull off if you're a Malfoy. Clasped his hands and said sternly, or as sternly as he could be around Severus Snape of all people. "I'm fully intent on shagging you tonight…Just so you're aware." He felt his cheeks grow warm and pink, but tried to ignore it.

Eyes twinkling even more, Severus leaned forward. His hands clasped tightly, "Is that so?" Draco nodded once and then he said something that made Draco's eyes widen in surprise, "Then we should get going shouldn't we? Or are we going to shag in here?"

With a big smirk, Draco finished off his drink and slid out of the booth. He straightened his dark green robes and raised an eyebrow at him, daringly. Severus slid out of the booth and Draco led him out of the Leaky Cauldron. They walked in tense silence down the street until they got to Draco's flat building. They both ignored the night watchmen and got into the lift, staring each other up and down.

A light bell rang as they got to the top floor and the reflective doors slid open to his flat. He stepped out into the main sitting room and shrugged off his cloak. He threw it across to the white, Victorian antique couch and immediately his neck was assaulted as Severus moved in to bite and suck at it roughly. He wondered at how Severus could still move like a ghost, without a sound.

The lips on his neck soon had him quivering and making breathy noises. He tipped his head and Severus's arms wrapped around his chest, his hands trailing down shirt, unbuttoning them quickly with his thin, agile fingers. He let Severus pull it off and down his shirt. It fell to the floor behind him, landing with a whirring noise and reached behind him to work at Severus's cloak.

He turned around and his hands trailed down his cloak. Severus swooped down and when his lips landed on Draco's, the blonde's body stilled and his hands tightened on the front of his robes. Then Severus nipped at his bottom lip and he opened his mouth to allow his tongue tangle with his.

His professor was spicy and warm tasting. It was delicious. His hands started moving again, working on the many buttons quickly. Finally he just gave up and pulled roughly at the cloak, buttons flying away from him. He bit his lip and peeked up at Severus, slightly worried what the intimidating man would do to him for ripping his robes. Relief flooded through him when he saw the older man's lips twitch in wry amusement.

"Oops." He muttered, his lips moving in to kiss his neck, to nibble on it.

Severus pushed him back and looked down at him, "Take off your pants."

Draco smirked and worked the button on his soft, cotton slacks. He loved anything that was soft, silk, velvet, soft cotton. It felt so amazing on his, own creamy soft, snow white skin. And right now Severus's hands were the softest things touching his skin.

Sliding the pants down, Draco kicked them off and over to the side. He never wore underwear, so his erection was hanging freely out. He knew it wasn't hugely impressive, but it was impressive nonetheless, long, and skinny, he thought it was quite an attractive penis.

But did Severus think so?

He glanced up, under his eyelashes and saw that Severus was staring intently at his penis, his eyes glinting with something that looked like interest and a lot like lust. He put his hand on Draco's heaving chest and walked him backwards to the couch.

Draco laid down on it, stretched out and closed his eyes when Severus began biting down his body lightly. A cold breath blowing across his erection made him jerk and breathe haltingly. A warm mouth closed over his erection and his hips twisted wildly as he tried not to thrust into Severus's mouth, he didn't know if he would appreciate it.

Apparently he was wrong because, Severus pulled off and said, "Do it."

Thanking god that Severus seemed to like a lot of things that he did, Draco began pushing up into his mouth, his cock being swallowed almost completely. He spread his legs further when he felt a cold, long finger probing for his entrance. The finger was slick and once it found his hole slid straight in making them both hiss in ecstasy and surprise.

With every thrust from his hips into Severus's mouth, his finger moved in, circling around the edges of his prostate. He groaned low in his throat and hissed at the warmth spreading through his body. Reaching down he grabbed at Severus's hair and pulled him up, their mouths clashing violently. The brunette twisted his finger, finally hitting his prostate.

Draco stiffened as pleasure assaulted every nerve in his body, and a low cry left his lips. He pulled back from the kiss and whispered, "Fuck me."

"You don't need more preparation?" Severus asked slowly, his finger slipping out so he could grab his wand.

"No…Just lube!"

"Legs up." Severus's wand tip pushed against his entrance and slicked and cleaned up Draco's insides.

Draping his legs over Severus's shoulders, Draco kept his eyes open, wanting to see his face when he pushed into his body. His face got deadly calm, just a glint of lust and concentration in his eyes as he lined himself with his hole. He shoved in, in one swift motion and his face transformed into lust, pure lust.

The heat and the pain flaring through his body, made Draco moan loudly. He didn't mind the pain, it was sweet and burning all at once. Severus's cock filled him, full to the brim. Severus didn't pause to ask him if he was okay, his eyes just flicked up to Draco's, they were lusty and passionate. He nodded once before pulling out and thrusting back in.

His thrusts were rough and hurried. His long black hair was swinging in his face, his pale skin, flushing with what blood was left in that part of his body. Skin slapping roughly drew Draco's attention and he flushed happily.

It was perhaps the best sex he'd ever experienced. All the emotions he'd had from when he was a teenager at Hogwarts flowed back up. Snape had always been an authoritative figure in his life, his father's friend, his teacher, his cohort when they were both forced to follow the dark lord. And he'd always been attracted to him, always had a little crush on him.

He thought he was over it, not seeing him in five years, but as soon as he'd entered the lift and locked eyes with Draco, he'd known the feelings had never gone away. They'd only been buried underneath all his hard built and maintained walls.

And now finally having his fantasies and wishes coming true was heart wrenching. It made the sex mean something…more than just sex. It was a more intimate moment.

He let out a sharp moan, when Severus hit his prostate dead on, repeatedly. He arched into the touch and yelled out, "Coming…" His cum sprayed out between their bodies, making their stomachs sticky and warm.

Severus groaned and his cock twitched deep inside Draco, tickling his prostate and making him wriggle around. And then he came, his warm cum, shooting deep inside his new lover's body. He whimpered low in his throat and slumped over, his body draping across the blondes body.

Luckily they were both thin, Severus just being a bit taller than Draco. Draco ran his fingers through Severus's hair and pressed a kiss to his head. Severus lifted his head and a rare smile, much like Draco's, pulled at his lips. But it was gone quickly. He looked around and scowled at the couch. "Why does this bloody couch have to be so small?"

Draco twisted his lips in amusement, "I like it, and it's soft and gorgeous, goes perfectly with the rest of the room."

He looked up in time to catch Severus's eye roll and smiled, "Well there is a perfectly good, king sized bed in the other room, if you'd like to move."

"And is it too covered in silk?" Severus teased. Clearly he'd seen that most of the furniture was covered in a light white silk.

"Why yes it is." Draco lifted his head and whispered in his ear, "And it feels like bloody heaven on naked skin."

"Does it now? Well I must try that."

Draco's smile grew as Severus stood and yanked him up, dragging him into the bedroom. It was a beautiful night and only seemed to be getting better as it went on.

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A/N:MORE to come….