Disclaimer: No, Harry Potter doesn't belong to me. No, I'm not authorised to write this. No, I mean no offence to anyone. No, I make no money with this.

Author's Note: I don't like this chapter, but instead of whining about it I'll let you come to that conclusion yourself.

IMPORTANT: This chapter is more or less one long LEMON SCENE, so descriptive sex. It was therefore hard to edit, and I don't think I did a very good job at it. I tried to leave as much as possible in this chapter, and I added short explanations for what happened in the missing scenes to keep the confusion at a minimum. But I would really suggest that if you are not squeamish about it that you go and read this chapter at either foreverfandom or adultfanfiction (the link is on my profile). Thank you!

Thank you, jharad17, for betaing!

38. A MEMORY TO REMEMBER

Harry felt himself carefully lowered to the soft grassy ground, his bare arms tingling as the blades of young grass brushed over his sensitive skin. It was not like on Valentine's Day, when the scent of roses and lilies had dominated Lucius' room, and instead it smelled only faintly of different flowers that disappeared between the fresh grass. Most of all it smelled like the rain that softly fell onto them and caressed the contours of each of their bodies.

They had coaxed Harry to abandon his breakfast and follow them to the Room of Requirements. The room now resembled a hidden clearing: a rather romantic little brook flowed through the tall deciduous trees that shielded them from most of the clear drops. "Are you sure you want to do this?" Draco asked for the sixth time.

"I'm absolutely sure." Harry sighed. "This is perfect."

"We'd hoped you would say that." Lucius smirked, leaning over Harry to kiss him. "Are you ready?"

Harry nodded insecurely. "Yes."

"There's no need to be nervous," Draco told him reassuringly. "You can stop us if it gets too much, or if you feel uncomfortable. We'll go slow."

"Okay." Harry's nod this time was a bit more firm, and he made to take off his blindfold.

"Do you think this is a good idea, precious?" Lucius asked sceptically. "Last time, you panicked because you didn't have your blindfold."

"I have the rain," Harry stated confidently, loosening the soft bandage completely.

His green eyes fluttered open, drawing a gasp from the slightly taller blond. The sight of Harry's beautiful eyes always stole Lucius' breath away and left him quite speechless. He always thought Harry was perfect, but when he saw Harry's eyes, it was like the last piece of an utterly complicated jigsaw puzzle fell into place, just to make the picture come to life. He had once thought they might be dead and lifeless, but instead they held a fire and wisdom that somehow made Harry's blindness completely irrelevant. For one short moment, he even thought it would be too much for him, if those eyes could see and watch him with that knowing glimmer.

Draco had a similar reaction, even if for a different reason. He remembered the times when Harry's gaze had spit green fire at him, had pierced him with such unimaginable knowledge and scorn. He also remembered the few times those eyes had watched him with friendliness, with happiness and respect. He had always loved to watch Harry, his movements, his gracefulness and speed, his messy hair that seemingly had a mind of its own, his thin, long fingers as they petted his owl or wrapped around the Snitch, the proud tilt of his head, his nose that slightly scrunched up whenever he was met with a problem, but most of all his eyes. Those eyes. They had always seemed to look right into his soul, see past his masks into his heart, see his darkest secrets. They had never judged him, but always tried to understand. He always liked Harry's eyes because they showed all of Harry's emotions, revealed his fears and worries, gleamed with happiness or overflowed with tears. To see them again now, after such long times when they were hidden beneath a thick blindfold, was like twisting the knife deeper into a still bleeding wound, igniting his anger once again that someone had dared to hurt Harry. Igniting his sadness that there was now something like a veil shadowing those eyes and clouding all emotions, making them seem dim and distant.

"Are you aware that you are both staring at me?" Harry arched an eyebrow. "I know you think I'm beautiful and all that, but it's a bit unnerving. I'll be fine. Would you two please stop worrying now?"

"Are you getting impatient, Harry dear?" Draco teased, nipping his ear before he gently but firmly grasped Harry's slender hips, holding him still as he unbuckled the smaller boy's belt and opened his dark blue jeans.

Lucius slid his hand behind Harry's head, carding his fingers through the unruly, inky tresses, while his other hand wandered to Harry's chest and disappeared under Harry's shirt. As Lucius' nimble fingers found his hardening nipple and rolled it between his fingertips, Harry gasped and arched into his touch. The older blond used Harry's preoccupation to ease the shirt open, giving view to the pink nubs and the black-haired boy's lithe upper body. Harry mewled softly, pressing closer to Lucius, who moved his other hand - previously supporting Harry's head -- to Harry's back and gently held him up as he got rid of Harry's shirt, letting the soft, summer rain caress the pale skin of his soon-to-be lover.

"I'm going to take off your trousers now, featherweight," Draco informed him before carefully and slowly pushing the loose-fitting trousers down over Harry's slim hips.

Draco placed butterfly kisses on Harry's fine hipbones before nuzzling the soft dark hair that surrounded Harry's cock. Harry gave a small, suppressed mewl, throwing his head from side to side, and only Lucius' gentle hands kept him from hurting himself.

Blue eyes met silver ones, and Lucius charily pulled Harry into his lap, giving Draco room enough to rid himself of his own clothes. Then they traded places, and Lucius slipped out of his clothes, while Draco caressed the small body in his arm with his lips and his fingers. The former Gryffindor was helplessly yielding to the unfamiliar touch and the practised fingers.

"Concentrate on me, okay?" Draco ordered when Lucius coated his fingers in the lubricant they had laid out earlier. "It might be a bit uncomfortable and I can't even promise you that it won't hurt for a moment, but we will make it worth it, yes? Try to relax."

Harry tensed minutely, but nodded, and Draco rearranged them so that Harry's left leg lay over Draco's hip while they were chest to chest so that Draco could watch Harry's face for any signs of pain. The werewolf continued with his loving ministrations, paying more and more attention to Harry's swelling erection and his slightly opened lips.

Lucius watched them in silence, slowly rubbing his hands together to warm them, waiting for the right time.

"Can you just get it over with?" Harry asked finally, fisting his hands in Draco's blond hair, where they twitched nervously. "You're making me crazy with all of this waiting and staring."

"We don't have to do this, Harry," Lucius told him. "This shouldn't be an obligation to you."

"I want to do this," Harry hissed angrily. "Don't you dare assume you could force me, if I didn't want this."

"I didn't mean..."

"But I did. I meant it when I said that I want this, and I want this now. I don't want you stare at me. I meant that as well. And I hate it that you tell me to get ready, and then nothing happens. I'm nervous enough as it is, no, scratch that, I'm afraid, I'm close to panicking, and if you continue to be all considerate and leave me the choice to back out, I will. But I don't want to, do you understand that? I don't want to be afraid anymore, I want to just put it behind me and... no, I don't want to forget it, but I want to heal. And I can't do that if you are just as nervous as I am. You have to be strong and confident for me, too, because I can't, not yet. Please?"

"Of course," Lucius murmured, and inwardly he was relieved that Harry gave him permission to act more like his normal self - and that there would be no more postponing, because he was bloody horny.

He hadn't had sex for too long. Wanking had become increasingly more dissatisfying, and left him feeling rather pathetic, because, damnit, he had a boyfriend! Until recently, having a boyfriend, or a girlfriend, had always been for the sole purpose of getting regular sex. And now... Well. It wasn't that he didn't find conversation with Harry incredibly stimulating, his mannerisms incredibly adorable or his beauty incredibly breathtaking. But in a way, it had certainly wounded his pride when Harry shied away from sexual contact. Sex was an art he was incredibly good at, and he wanted to share it with Harry.

He had known that Harry would be indescribably nervous, and so Draco and he had agreed to go as slowly and carefully as possible, but if he was completely honest with himself, that wasn't really how he liked sex. He wasn't used to going slow and gently and being all considerate. He was a demanding lover, and even though he loved Harry enough to do about anything for him, he much preferred to be himself.

--- MISSING LEMON --- Draco's time, though Harry panicks at first, and they have to try it a second time.

Warmth spread inside of Harry, seeming to shoot from his stomach to his fingertips and toes, and he knew that it had nothing to do with the sex and everything with magic and, most of all, with love. As he came back to reality, his breathing still heavy and his hands still shaking slightly from the overload of sensations, he became aware of Lucius' fingers carding through his hair and Draco carefully pulling out, after which he kissed the slightly red entrance, then wrapped his arms around Harry, lying down with him on the floor.

"You okay, featherweight?" Draco asked, still panting slightly, but already staring intently at his slender lover.

"Yes." Harry smiled triumphantly, stretching like a little kitten. "I'm more than okay. It was not like then at all... It was perfect. Thank you, Dray. Did you like it?"

"Of course I did, and I thank you, my favourite little saint." Draco kissed him again. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Harry shook his head vehemently. "I feel good."

"Well, I don't," Lucius complained. "First you tease me, and then you forget all about me. I feel neglected, if anyone cares."

"Of course we care," Harry exclaimed, grabbing his hand. "What can I do to make you feel better, Luc?"

"Oh, I could think of a few things," Lucius purred. "May I show you?"

"Of course," Harry returned, feeling much more confident than only a few moments before; the warm feeling still hadn't left his body.

"Come here," Lucius demanded, tugging on Harry's hand, until he had left the safety of Draco's embrace, and then Lucius pressed him to the ground. One hand enclosed Harry's frail wrists keeping them over Harry's head and the other rested on Harry's waist, effectively trapping him in place.

--- MISSING LEMON --- Lucius' turn, but he's a bit forceful and demanding, and now he's afraid that he might have hurt Harry.

Lucius pulled out steadily before easing Harry's legs down again, planting his small feet firmly on the ground and kissing each of his slightly knobbly knees. As Harry sighed lowly and rolled onto his side, snuggling into Draco, the older blond's silver eyes softened imperceptibly. Draco concentrated briefly, and the room around them changed, Harry and he landing on a soft king-sized bed while Lucius had to content himself with the soft, carpet-covered floor.

The young man carefully got up, shyly putting his hand on Harry's shoulder, not sure if he had been too forceful and scared his small lover away. "I'm sorry, Harry. Have I hurt you?"

"I feel sore," Harry murmured drowsily.

Lucius lowered his head in shame. "I'm sorry, Snow White. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I lost control."

"No, Luc." Harry chuckled, turning towards him. "It's a good kind of sore. I don't want you to be someone else. It was perfect, just like you are. I'm not made of glass; I won't break. Not anymore."

Harry reached out to him and Lucius captured his hands, kissing the thin wrists that still held traces of his slightly rough treatment earlier. "I didn't remind you of them?"

"No, Luc," Harry repeated patiently. "You were yourself. I didn't expect anything less of you. They hurt me - you only challenged me. I'm fine."

"Good." Lucius smirked. "You are mine now."

"And mine." Draco glared at him, and Lucius rolled his eyes.

"I'm yours," Harry returned. "Don't start arguing now, please? You were both great and I love you both."

"Love you, too," they chorused.

Harry smiled peacefully, pulling them closer together. Draco summoned a wet cloth to him and began to gently clean Harry off. He carefully got rid of all residues of their love making, sliding the soft wash cloth over Harry's flat stomach, dipping it in the belly button to make sure to catch the last traces of sperm, and then moving to the slender thighs and small apple bottom. Meanwhile, Lucius had taken a little pot of unguent out of his robe pocket and, when Draco had almost finished, scooped some of it up on his finger and began to lovingly work it into Harry's tender skin, smoothing over the ass cheeks and circling the small, puckered entrance before dipping just the tip of his finger past the guardian muscle.

"I'm kind of tired," Harry mumbled, sighing as their hands lingered on him even after they had both completed their self-assigned tasks.

"Then take a nap," Draco told him lovingly. "I guess we have another hour before Severus sends out search parties."

"You didn't tell him where we were?" Harry asked accusingly.

Draco shrugged. "I don't think Severus wants to be informed about our sex life, Harry."

"But he will worry if he doesn't know where we disappeared to," Harry argued. When he sat up, he accidentally knocked his forehead against Lucius' chin.

"Ow, no need to hit me," the blond complained and demanded a kiss in compensation, which he was granted without much reluctance.

"I'm going to find Severus," Harry stated, getting up with a bit more caution this time.

"Isn't he just romantic?" Draco taunted. "We just had sex, and all he thinks about is another man."

Harry glared at him. "You're impossible, Dray." He tried to find his clothes before he got impatient and resolved to summon them with his wand - now, the only problem was finding his wand. "Where is my wand?"

"Here." Draco took it from his the nightstand, handing it to Harry, and since Harry was conveniently close already, pulled him into his lap. "Do you have to worry about Severus right now, featherweight? As if I would let you go; you look too damn sexy!"

Harry blushed, but allowed Draco to pull him back into bed, despite his weak protests. "I don't want him to worry."

"I left him a note," Draco informed him calmly.

"And half of Slytherin saw us leave together," Lucius added as they effectively overpowered Harry with their larger frames, making him lie down between them. "Face it, you are stuck with us, and there's no way to escape."

"Do you think I want to escape, Mister Malfoy?" Harry purred teasingly, suddenly not feeling quite as tired anymore and instead rather adventuresome. "Oh, I think you misjudge me gravely."

--- MISSING SCENE --- Lucius enjoys to hear Harry begging, and Harry enjoys his attention too much that he doesn't really listen to what he's begging for. When Harry notices that maybe he is expecting too much from himself, he's too stubborn to give up.

"Come for us," Lucius ordered, before his own eyes fluttered shut as he spurted his semen down Harry's throat. Harry had difficulty swallowing, especially when his own body chose to heed Lucius' command, despite his doubts and his exhaustion.

Harry choked, and even though Lucius pulled out immediately, violent coughs wracked his body as he gasped for air.

"Harry!" Draco shouted. Throwing his head back, he buried himself deep within the slender body and came, watching the other two wizards through lidded eyes.

Lucius chuckled, patting Harry's hair and wiping a bit of cum from his chin. "That's my good boy. We'll need to work on that, but you did fine. Good boy."

"Don't treat me like your dog," Harry growled when he had regained his breath, feeling anger rise in him at Lucius' words. "I didn't like that, Lucius, and you didn't notice. The way you pushed down my throat made me feel like a cheap whore, and I really don't need your condescending tone right now."

"Harry..." Lucius whispered, touching the black-haired boy's cheek tentatively.

"Don't." Harry pulled back, wincing as Draco's spent cock slid out of his hot channel. "I can't do this right now. I need some time for myself to calm down. Thank you, Dray." He softly kissed the other boy, briefly putting his head on his shoulder. "Tell Lucius what he did wrong, will you?"

"Of course," Draco promised, once again handing Harry his wand and watching silently as he got dressed and left the room.

To those of you who read only this here. Could you tell me if the explanations are good enough or if I left something important out that you are now confused about? Don't be afraid to ask! Thank you!