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Warning: this story contains threesome. It's a HG/HP/SS story, so if you don't like, don't read and don't review! See yourselves as warned.

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His Sanity, His Insanity

Chapter 2

He felt exceptionally tired one early afternoon, it had been three months since he'd agreed to the apprenticeship, and decided he needed a nap. He knew 'the children', as he liked to call them just to annoy them, would be able to make a start without him, so he didn't even wait for them to arrive.

He woke up four hours later, feeling two warm bodies pressed to each side of him. He was shocked and ready to strike should the need arise. He opened his eyes and cautiously observed his surroundings. He was sleeping on his back, and to his great surprise Harry and Hermione were snuggled to him tightly both peacefully asleep. Hermione's breasts were pressed to his chests, and Harry's slightly aroused cock to his thigh. Severus knew not to read too much into it. After all, Harry was a man, which meant he had a morning erection, or rather, an afternoon erection.

The problem was he was starting to feel throbbing in his own cock, and this feeling, with the nice addition of the confusion he felt, was making it very hard for him, no double meaning intended. He quickly disentangled himself from them and walked silently to the bathroom. He was not one to throw a tantrum, and there was no use in waking them up in shouts, demanding to know what the hell was going on. Besides, they looked so beautiful and innocent he didn't have the heart to disturb their sleep.

He finished washing his face when a scream pierced the air, making him jump. He ran to the bedroom ready to attack while his mind identified the scream as Harry's.

"What happened?" He asked, searching the room for threats and finding none. His eyes became wide as he saw Harry now lying in the middle of the bed, Hermione bending over him on all four, her knees locked at each side of him while her hand pressed to his cheeks. The sight was so sexual, and Severus would have moaned had he not seen Harry's wild look and sweaty face. He was breathing heavily, as if he just ran a marathon, and Hermione was cooing in his ears and pressing little calming kisses to his temple.

"It's okay." Hermione said. "He just had a nightmare. It happens all the time." She looked so tired.

"Okay? How is it okay? What do you mean it happens all the time?"He sat next to her on his bed, bewildered.

"I've had nightmares ever since that fucking war." Harry answered almost angrily. "Everyone thinks it's fucking fantastic to be me, when actually I wake up every fucking hour screaming just like that!" He spoke with so much bitterness, Severus wanted to kiss it all away.

Hermione dropped to lie on his body now, and his arms moved around her waist. "Well, you're lucky Harry, because we were asleep for some three hours and you only woke up once." Hermione said dryly after checking the time. "I can't remember the last time a miracle like that happened."

"Why aren't you taking Dreamless Sleep Potion?" He inquired.

"I can't." Harry said wearily. "Apparently I used so much of it in my short life that I developed an allergic reaction to the potion. I choke every time I even sniff one now. It started with mild Dyspnea, but now it gives me Laryngeal Oedema, which basically means my airway constricts due to swelling." He said it all in a mechanical tone, which made Severus flinch. Hadn't the poor boy suffered enough?.

"So what are you doing in my bed?" He asked after a few moments of silence.

"When we arrived and saw you weren't outside, we got concerned so we decided to search for you." Hermione answered. "We found you here and you looked so peaceful, we didn't want to wake you up." Funny, that was exactly the reason he didn't wake them up. "Harry was tired because last night was really bad, more than normally, and he just wanted to sleep and...Well..."

"So you decided to sleep by my side?" He raised his eyebrow at them.

"Yeah, I said you always call us children, so it was time for us to take advantage of it and sleep in our daddy's warm, soft bad." Harry smirked. "Turned out to be the best decision in my life, Sev. I slept like a baby, best sleep in a really long time. That is until you went away." He finished, his face falling a little. It made Severus' heart wrench. He loved this boy, this man, so much, and he wanted to make everything right for him.

"I'm sorry." He said, lying down on the bed as his back started to ache from sitting with no back rest. He tried to lie as far away from them as he could, not trusting his body one bit. They, of course, had other ideas and they got up and pulled him back to the middle of the bed, both curling up against him like before.

"What are you doing?" He asked them, suspiciously.

"We're going to sleep here from now on." Harry answered as if it he just told him what he had for lunch.

"No you're not." There was no way in the world they were going to do it. He had a very clear borderline, and they have just crossed it. He would not intentionally subject himself to this kind of torture on a nightly basis.

"But Sev!" Again, Harry did the nuzzling thing, but it was not going to work this time. No way.

"No."

"Just one night! Let me test my theory, and if there is no improvement at all I'll go back to Hermione's room!" As the head prefect, Hermione had her own private room. Harry was not supposed to even go in there, let alone sleep there but no faculty member knew about the sleeping thing. With the exception of Severus, who only came across this piece of information when he looked for Harry in his dormitory. To his surprise it didn't contain any of Harry's belonging, and had to scare a very red-faced Ron Weasley into telling him he was living with Hermione.

"Professor, think about it." Hermione said when she saw the reluctant look on his face. "Would you deny Harry of a finally good night sleep if sleeping here could help him with his nightmares?"

Oh no, they were guilting him into it, those devious children! "I really don't see why sleeping here would help him." He muttered resentfully.

"That's simple." Harry waved his hand dismissively, as if he asked him how many times to stir a Polyjuice Potion on its final stage. "You saved my life. I always feel safer around you, Sev." When Harry talked his lips moved against his neck, since he was still nuzzling it, and it sent a too pleasant shiver down Severus' spine. His pulse quickened at Harry's words. He felt safer around him?

"Fine!" He agreed when the sensation in the crook of his neck became too unbearable. That mixed with Harry and Hermione's words, made it impossible to say no. "But absolutely no sex in my bed."He warned them. That he couldn't take no matter what.

Hermione giggled and blushed, while Harry smirked. "I can't promise that." He shook his head, and Severus feared he was being serious. "If Hermione agrees to have sex with me I won't think twice and take her then and there. But I promise that if we fooled around while you're still in bed, we'd do it on one side and shove you to the other. We'll give you the side with the wall, so you'd be able to face it instead of us." He shrugged.

Severus almost laughed. Harry wasn't serious. At least he hoped he wasn't serious. Wait a minute! "What do you mean if she agrees? From your perverted behaviour it looks as if sex is all you do when you two are left alone...Is it?" He asked against his better judgment. What? He was curious!

"Uh, looks can deceive, Sev.' Harry raised one slender finger. And then he dropped his hand to Severus' chest to tangle it with Hermione's. "Hermione's saving herself to someone special. Apparently, I'm not special enough for her." He pouted. He did that a lot.

"Shut up Harry." Hermione swatted him "Don't discuss our sex life, or lack thereof, with our Professor. It probably creeps him out." It didn't. It fascinated him. He didn't know why Hermione would pass up such an opportunity. If Harry wanted to have sex with him he...Okay, halting this train of thoughts right now!

"What? He's our daddy. I'm allowed to discuss my personal problems with him." He looked at her innocently. She just snickered.

"Potter, I am not, nor will I ever be your daddy." He said firmly "I'm sure your father is rolling in his grave right now at the thought of me taking his place."

"Well, he should. It's his fault he died and left me with no better options!" He retorted petulantly.

"As much as I resent your father, Harry, that's a terrible thing to say. He sacrificed his life trying to save you and your mother."

"If he'd had the brains to apparate us all away from there they would be still alive. But nooo, he had to be stupidly heroic and try to fight Voldemort!"

"He probably inherited this senselessness from you." Was Severus' only answer.

"You do realize, that doesn't even make sense." Hermione kissed Harry's hand "It should be the other way around."

"Precisely, speaking of unnecessary heroism, you were the one who bodily attacked Voldemort. That was really dangerous and magnificently heroic." Harry teased.

"Yes, well, it did the trick."

"That it did."

There was an easy silence.

"So you two don't have sex at all?" Severus couldn't help himself and asked eventually.

"Nope. I only get some really hot make-out sessions and blow jobs"

"I really could do without that information."

"Hey, you asked me!"

Silence again.

"You're a saint Potter." Again, he had to say.

"Yep, that's me, Saint Potter. St. Harry James Potter."

Severus snorted.

"That does sound like a name of a Saint." Hermione said pensively. "I can imagine it. St. Potter's school for children with over-heroism problems."

"That does make a fine Saint's name, Potter. Maybe I should have let the dark lord kill you." Severus pretended to ponder the idea. "That way we could name a school after you."

"It's not too late, Professor. We could still kill him." Hermione said matter-of-factly "We could always say he suffered from some terminal illness or a lingering effect from one of Voldemort's curses. No one will suspect a thing!"

"Then maybe we should." Severus agreed, his face a mask of seriousness.

"Ha ha. Not funny guys!" Harry slapped Hermione's forearm, and then slapped Severus' chest. "Besides, shouldn't we start making some progress in our potion apprenticeship thingy? You're a very bad example for us, Sev, you're supposed to be prompting us to learn, and instead you sleep all day long. Shame on you Professor Snape!"

"Eager to learn or just to change the subject." Severus inquired politely, as if he asked about the weather.

"A little of both I'd say. Now move it, both of you!" He said, pulling himself up from the bed.

Hermione pouted, but got up, her hot breath tickling Severus' face for one second before it was gone. Damn that girl! Severus almost involuntarily got up from the bed as well. Thanks Merlin he was too tired to take off his t-shirt and pants before he went to sleep. Shocking, yes. Severus Snape wears muggle t-shirts. But he was raised as a muggle and he thought their clothes were much more comfortable so when he was in the sanctuary of his chambers he would wear muggle clothes without anyone knowing. Well, apart from Harry, Hermione, and maybe McGonagall

They made satisfying progress with that day's potion and when it was time for dinner, the three of them left to the great hall. A little after dinner, Hermione and Harry came to his rooms holding hands, Harry with an overnight bag. They both seemed very excited and giddy, and they wouldn't stop talking. Severus though their childish behaviour was cute, and he had to resist the urge to kiss them.

They talked to each other for hours about potions and then about everything possible. The three of them seemed on edge and Hermione kept pressing herself to Harry's lap, where she sat as usual, for reassurance. Eventually Severus decided they needed to sleep. There was no use in postponing the inevitable.

He stood up, and they did the same uncertainly. He went to the bedroom but halted. "Do you need to change?" Stupid questions. No one brings an overnight bag if they don't plan on changing!

But they seemed thankful for breaking the awkward silence and nodded.

"Hermione, you can use the bathroom. Harry, use my room. I'll wait here." He said, sitting back down on the sofa again.

They both hurriedly complied, and he went to the kitchen to drink a cup of water. He was really nervous, and he hoped the water would calm him down a little. After a few minutes he heard his bedroom door swung open and he could hear footfalls and then he saw them both in the kitchen.

Nothing, ever, could prepare him for that. It was the hottest thing he had ever seen in his entire life! Harry was standing at the kitchen door, with only black boxers to cover him up. Hermione was wearing the sexiest sleeveless pink satin top, which had a lace to cover the top of her breasts. It barely reached her matching satin and lace panties. God they both looked so...Oh fuck his life!

What was killing Severus was the idea that they were probably only wearing clothes at all on his behalf. They didn't realize it was driving him even crazier! That way it was letting his imagination run wild and all he wanted to do was to rip their clothes off so he could...Okay. That's enough gawking!

But seriously, he could see Hermione's perked nipples straining against the shimmering fabric, and her toned, gorgeous legs were all bare for his sight. And Harry. Damn, that exercising had done wonderful things to his chest, and he wanted to kiss Hermione for making him participate in it. Actually, he wanted to kiss Hermione full stop. And Harry. And ravish them too.

And he would have to sleep with them tonight at the same bed! Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Double shit!

"I'm sorry." Hermione said blushing. She looked so beautiful all red and shy. "That's the most covering nightgown I could find. I haven't been using clothes in bed since...well since I started sleeping with Harry at the same bed."She finished even more flustered.

"You really are a saint, Potter." Was all Severus could say before he excused himself saying he was going to change too. He'd initially planned on wearing a t-shirt and shorts for bed, though he usually slept only in his boxers. But if that's what they were going to wear to bed, then boxers it was for him too. There was no reason he should have to sleep any more uncomfortably, than he was going to anyway.

He called them, saying they could come in to the bedroom. He didn't miss the looks Hermione threw to his directions. Apparently she still found him attractive, but he couldn't blame her. There was a whole bunch of screaming girls that said just that.

To his embarrassment, a group of hormonal, screeching girls decided he was a hero or something like that which was all Potter's fault. He insisted on calling Severus a hero. Those girls, though, took it to a new extreme and were running an official national and worldwide fan club. They'd made it their mission to send him love letters weekly and to try and snap pictures of him while he jogged, taught, walked, ate or breathed. They were called the SOS club. Severus Oh Severus. Very sophisticated, right?

They even had their own branch here, at Hogwarts, which made it even more difficult for him. They tried to break to his room and take pictures of him sleeping, and unfortunately one of them succeeded and snapped one of him shirtless, a picture that was soon sprawled in every tabloid with a stupid suggestive headline. He convinced himself that that was the reason he agreed to Harry and Hermione's ridiculous choice of password, and not because of Harry's probably unintentional sexual harassment.

Again, like the previous time she was eyeing him, Hermione clutched Harry's arm, telling him to relax, which seemed to distract him. Wait, distract him from what? Severus honestly didn't know, because he was busy smirking at Hermione as arrogantly as he could.

Severus then went to the bed and climbed into the middle. In an instant, they both were cuddled to each side of him, and Severus started to regret not wearing a shirt. Hermione's nipples were poking his bare chest, and he felt Harry's skin on his own, which was pure torture since the closeness of both of their bodies sent shivers down his spine and made him shiver. And he thought that shirtless that he would feel more comfortable. The irony.

Harry, of course, nuzzled his neck, and hummed contently, while Hermione laid her head on Severus' chest, her curly chocolate hair cascading all over it. They reached to hold hands over his chest, which made him say "How sweet." A bit snappily.

"Yep," Harry said, popping the p. "That's us. The sweet innocent couple."

Hermione snorted when he said innocent, and started to play with his fingers. Severus sighed and moved a bit to wrap his arms around them, consequently bringing them even closer to his body. That seemed casual enough right? He wasn't expected to sleep with his arms in an awkward angle, so it wasn't his fault if those children were pressed tighter to him as he positioned them more cosily, now was it?

Harry leaned to Hermione, and gave her a peck on her lips saying goodnight. Then he tilted his head back to look at Severus expectantly.

"What?" Severus asked briskly, unable to stand the stare.

"Don't I get a goodnight kiss?" He had the cheek to pout! Those damn pouty lips.

"Don't push it Potter!" He warned, his heart hammering. He hoped neither of them could feel it.

"Fine!" Harry rolled his eyes "I'll be the generous one." And before he had the chance to react Harry lifted himself up and pressed his perfect lips on Severus' cheek saying "Goodnight Sev."

Oh god. Now he was sure Hermione could hear his hard-beating heart, but there was nothing he could do. Then, to his surprise, Hermione kissed his cheek as well, and he thought he was dying. "Goodnight Sev." She whispered in his ear, which made the hairs on the back of his neck stand. She called him Sev! No Professor, no sir but Sev!

They both rested their head back where they were before-Harry between his head and shoulder and Hermione on his chest-and Severus couldn't resist it any longer. He sighed, for the umpteenth time in their presence and kissed the top of each of their heads. "Goodnight children." He said and he could feel them both smiling against his skin.

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