Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any related characters. I am borrowing all names and concepts and I am not making a profit.

Title: Sex Triangle

Pairing: HP/NT/SS + HP/others + R/H

Summary: It's Harry's sixth year, and when it begins, Harry thinks it will just be another year of fighting evil and bad things happening. However, when Harry's self-confidence gets a boost (with the help of the Weasley twins), he starts to see life in a whole new light. Of course, being overly confident can land you in a lot of trouble, as Harry learns the hard way. So can accepting help from Fred and George...

A/N: (July 2007, two days before the final book was released) This was posted in 2004, some time before HBP came out. Despite my age atthe time, I regard this as my best fic. I've revised the whole fic, added parts in and trimmed others out. Also minor spelling and grammar changes. Overall it's the same, but it is subtler than before, something I've come to appreciate recently. At the time I finished chapter 6 in 2004 the fic was finished (though that hadn't been my original intention). In the coming weeks I might restart it, might not. If not, it'll probaby never get done. If you have any ideas or thoughts, let me know.

Harry's head throbbed. He lay where he had awoken for about five minutes, trying to overcome his headache. Why on earth was his head hurting?

Harry slowly became aware that something was amiss. Normally when his internal clock woke him up, the sun was shining directly in his face, only slightly dimmed by the light red and gold curtains that covered the windows of Gryffindor tower. But it was rather dark, wherever he was at present.

He opened his eyes cautiously. He was lying in a cushy bed. The only source of light was from a single window that had heavy black curtains blocking out most of the light.

He heard a soft snoring coming from behind him. He could feel the heat of somebody's breath on his back, tickling his neck and causing his hair to stand on end. Harry tried to turn around, but when he did so he realised that an arm was draped around his waist, clutching him lightly. His bare waist, he realised. He looked under the covers and found himself naked.

"That's not right," Harry thought. "How on earth did I get here? And whose arm is that?"

Deciding that he had to find out, Harry gently grasped the pale arm and pushed it away. It fell lightly beside him, coming to rest just below his upper back. He shifted so that he could see who was behind him, and almost yelped in surprise when he did, but managed to keep it a quiet gasp.

Lying in this bed in this unknown room, with her arm around him, was none other that Nymphadora Tonks. Harry's eyes went as wide as saucers when he saw that the sheet didn't cover her from the waist up, giving him a very good view of her breasts. He couldn't help but stare wide-eyed at them. He'd never seen a real pair before, but he was sure these would be classed as very nice ones. Desire stirred in Harry, and he could feel himself slowly coming to life beneath the quilts.

Something caught Harry's eye from behind Tonks' neon pink hair, and he realised then, with a sense of great foreboding, that it wasn't from Tonks the snoring came.

Heart thundering in his chest, Harry raised his head from the pillow so that he could see who was behind Tonks. Harry's breath caught in his throat, his desire vanished, snuffed out like a candle emersed in water, and his only reaction was to stutter three words.

"Oh. My. God."

Lying there, with his arm around Tonks, was a very naked, very unconscious Serverus Snape.