A Forgotten Moment
Prologue

He is gone! He is truly gone this time, and I can't believe it. A young man thought as he stood in one of the highest towers in Hogwarts. Harry Potter was sitting in a window in the Astronomy tower while everyone else was celebrating Voldemort's downfall.

While Harry was thinking, two very drunken Slytherins came into the tower. They were laughing and joking. Severus Snape and Draco Malfoy were so dunk that they were making enough noise to wake the dead. They both spotted Harry and walked over to where he sat.

"So the blessed savior of the world is too good to celebrate with the others? Do you think that you are too good to hang round the others?" Snape sneered at Harry.

"I'm glad you figured it out. Yes, I'm to fucking good to celebrate the fact that I am a murderer. I don't know why I didn't see it before. Thank you for pointing it out to me." Harry said as he got up to leave.

Draco grabbed Harry's arm and forced a drink down his throat. When Harry began to relax, Draco started stroking him from his chest to his hips. While biting back a groan, Harry elbowed Draco in the stomach. Draco released Harry and stumbled backwards. Severus, who was sitting in a chair on the other side of the room, fell out of said chair laughing. When Severus regained his composure he grabbed Harry and held him tightly. Harry looked up at him and asked, "So you want to fuck Harry Fucking Potter, do you?" Severus nodded. Then Harry turned to Draco and asked, "You too?" Draco nodded. Harry sighed and called out to Dobby. When Dobby got there he asked what could he get for him.

Harry answered "a Milk Mix number 6."

"A Milk Mix number 6? What the hell is that?" Draco asked.

"A Milk mix number 6 is milk and 160 proof Bourbon with a tablespoon of Vanilla flavoring. Anymore stupid questions?" Harry asked and Draco shock his head no.

Dobby reappeared with a tall glass of the mixture, handed it to Harry and left. Harry took a swig and offered some to the other two. Severus was curious and took a sip and commented that it was actually very good. After Harry had two Milk Mixes number 6, he pounced on Severus and kissed him thoroughly. While kissing Severus started undressing Harry, and Harry undressed Severus. Harry felt hot, and sick and dizzy and excited all at the same time. He was practically panting and his heart was hammering, literally hammering, in his chest.

He felt feather-soft fingertips graze his chest, he yelped and pulled away. "Shh, relax. Just let go," Severus whispered in his ear as the hands returned and began moving up and down his chest. Soon, the other pair of hands joined the first and continued to knead his chest, while the first pair of hands descended to his calves and thighs. Harry felt himself relaxing. He felt his mind drifting as he enjoyed the soothing, synchronized, rhythmic touches from those beautiful, wonderful hands.

He didn't know how long the hands touched him like that. He noticed that at some point his legs had stretched out and flopped open. He let a small moan of contentment escape as his head lazily fell to one side. Apparently, that was what the hands had been waiting for. All too soon, he felt the hands on his chest start focusing on his nipples while the hands on his legs kept the same gentle, methodical rhythm. He inhaled sharply and wiggled around as fingers began gently squeezing and pulling at his nipples. He groaned as the fingers pinched harder and pulled tighter. His cock, which had thus far only been pleasantly erect, was now rock hard. It hurt and felt good at the same time—it was like being on a see-saw and never knowing whether you wanted to stay high or low. His stomach fluttered and he shifted again. The infuriating hands below kept the same steady rhythm. He found he wanted them to touch somewhere else; do something else. At the same time the hands were pinching his nipples, he felt gentle nibbles on the shell of his ear. It was incredible. Again, the pain, the pleasure, the twisting and the pulling and still those damn hands down below would do nothing but gently shuffle up and down. Harry whined as the nibbles alternated between gentle licks and kisses. He felt like he couldn't breathe. He needed . . . he needed . . . oh, god, he needed.

"Please," he called out, surprised at his ability to speak. He heard a low rumbling chuckle in his ear and realized that Severus hadn't changed positions. It was Severus' hands—those rough, strong, possessive hands—tweaking and twisting his nipples and Severus' teeth, tongue and lips nibbling, licking and kissing his ears. At that realization—that Severus was pleasuring him this way, making him feel these things—Harry arched his back and moaned wantonly. "Please," he said again in a breathless whisper.

"Please, what, Harry," Severus whispered as he moved his nibbling to Harry's neck, who responded by thrusting in the air. "So responsive," he whispered seductively, before nibbling again, "That's right, Harry. Just let go. Relax. Just let go." One of Severus' hands closed over one of Harry's hands and brought it to Harry's nipple, forcing him to become an accomplice in his own undoing. "Squeeze," he said as their hands joined to torture the nipple in tandem. "Beautiful," Severus whispered huskily.

Harry moaned low and deep as his fingers and Severus' fingers meshed while twisting, teasing, pinching and squeezing his nipple. Draco tugged that hand and interlaced his fingers with Harry's, brought it to his head and returned to the same methodical rhythm.

Harry thought he would pass out. There was not enough air in the room. Not enough! He couldn't breathe. He couldn't think. And those damn hands down below! He willed them to move somewhere productive, for god's sake. He thrust again before rasping out "I want, . . . I need. . ."

"What do you want, Harry," Draco whispered as his hands finally, finally—thank you blessed fucking Merlin—finally moved to the general vicinity of his groin.

Draco came with a more dignified grunt, and continued to suckle Harry as he lay there against Severus, breathing raggedly. Severus carefully withdrew and discreetly cast several cleansing charms. He pushed Harry's hair back from where it was plastered to his head and peppered him with gentle kisses as Draco gave a final lick and snuggled up to Harry. Draco and Severus took turns kissing, petting and whispering to Harry until he drifted to sleep. As Harry was drifting, someone muttered the word Oblivate.

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