Author's Note: And we get to the triad. Enjoy!

"Sirius?" Harry asked as his godfather plonked down on the bed beside him.

"Hmm?"

"Why would someone stay in the room while two other people were sharing sexual contact?"

His godfather grinned and he blushed. "There are a number of reasons," he stated. "They could be unconscious, or otherwise unable to move. They could not understand what was going on between the other two, or unaware of social interactions enough to realise that it would be strange for them to stay. They could be a voyeur – someone who enjoys watching others share sexual contact. They could desire one or both of the individuals touching, which would either mean they wish they could take the place of one, or that he wishes to join in." Harry blinked at the change of pronoun. "You are talking about you and Draco, with Tom, aren't you?"

"Yes," he murmured softly.

"Want to talk about it properly?"

He sighed. "Tom kissed me," he stated. "But then, since he mentioned that he could taste part of his soul, I thought that that was why he'd done it. Then Draco joined us, and he did more than that, around the conversation that Tom and I shared."

"And you didn't realise until after the endorphins wore off how strange that was?" He nodded slowly. "How did you feel about the kiss?"

"I enjoyed it. But I don't know if that's because he's good at kissing or-" he cut off.

"Because it was Tom?" he finished knowingly. He nodded. "Well, only you can decide that," he stated. "Although, it's probably better that you talk to your boyfriend first."

Harry groaned. "Don't say it like that, it sounds horrible," he spoke with another groan.

Sirius laughed. "If you're both aware of the situation, and accepting of it, then what does it matter?" He met his godson's eyes. "But just to warn you, while Gryffindors can be possessive – depending upon the depth of emotion involved – Slytherin are always possessive."

"So he probably won't want to share," he spoke. "And it's moot anyway."

Sirius poked him in the side. "Or, you could end up with two possessive Slytherins. Could you deal with that?" He blushed. "That a yes?"

"It sounds nice actually," he murmured.

"Then I think you really need to talk to Draco."

"Okay," he sighed.

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Harry walked to Draco with a determined expression. He kissed the blonde soundly. "Good morning to you too," the snake murmured as he pulled back.

"Hi," he replied sheepishly.

"What's wrong, little lion?" he asked in concern.

"Can we go somewhere private to talk?"

"Of course," he replied and led his lion to his suite. "Few can disturb us in here," he stated. "And of those, less would," he added with a shrug.

"I need to talk to you about something," he spoke in a rush as they sat next to each other on a sofa.

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"No!" he spoke immediately, vehemently.

The blonde smiled. "Then out with it," he ordered, linking his fingers with the brunet.

"I'm confused about Tom," he spoke in a rush. The blonde's eyebrows arched. "I keep thinking about that kiss with Tom and my reaction to it, and what it might mean," he rambled. "But I'm happy with you-"

Draco stilled his words with gentle fingers over his lips. "Then you need to figure out how you feel," he stated. He crossed the distance and kissed the lion heatedly, possessively. Harry kissed back immediately, moaning at the touch as he wrapped his arms around Draco's neck. The blonde pulled back after a moment. "You need to discover if kissing him makes you feel like that," he stated, lips curved in a smug smile.

"You'd be willing to share?" he breathed.

"He's one of the few I would be willing to share you with," he replied honestly. "And technically, he did touch you first," he added with a drawl. Harry blushed. "You are adorable," he murmured and kissed him again, unsurprised when his lion turned the touch more heated. "Don't worry," he murmured, his hand gliding down to the brunet's waistband. "I won't send you to him this needy," he continued, dipping beneath the material to wrap around hard flesh. He began to stroke, watching rapturously as needy mewls and panting moans spilled from his lion's lips.

Harry went over the edge and collapsed against the blonde, panting hard. "Feel better?" Draco asked as he removed his hand, and cleaned them both with a flick of his wand.

His lion nodded and straightened. "Are you sure?"

The blonde stroked his cheek. "I wouldn't say it if I wasn't," he spoke softly. "Calm now?" Harry nodded. "Then go," he urged.

Harry gave the blonde's hand a squeeze before he rose, following his feet until he arrived outside the office Tom had claimed. He knocked on the door. "Come in Harry," the older teen called.

Harry stepped through with a deep breath. "Am I interrupting?" he asked softly as he closed the door after himself.

"Nothing that could not be," he replied easily. "Is there something that you want?" He nodded as loped toward Tom's desk, rounding it and leaning against its surface next to the older brunet. "Yes?" he asked, eyebrows arched.

"A kiss," he stated. Tom opened his mouth. "From you."

"Very well," he drawled and closed the distance between them, kissing the teen short and sweet.

"No," Harry breathed. "Like you mean it."

Tom looked into his eyes for a moment before he cupped the lion's cheek and slanted his mouth across the younger teen's, heated and hungry. Harry returned the touch instantly, moaning as he submitted to the older teen's tongue. Tom easily lifted the lion and settled him on his lap without breaking their kiss. Harry wrapped his arms around Tom's neck, letting out a wrecked moan at the feel of the snake's interest against his own.

Tom pulled back, panting hard. "You had better go back to Draco before you do something you regret."

"He knows I'm here," he replied, voice breathy. "And what I'm doing."

"I think we had better discuss this," Tom stated, sending a message to the blonde. He laid his hands on the lion's waist, preparing to lift him onto the desk, and Harry gripped around his neck more firmly. "Space would be better."

"I don't want space," he replied stubbornly.

Draco entered. Tom's eyebrows arched. "I thought it best to be close," he answered. "Good luck removing him," he spoke with a fond smile. "Then again, I never try all that hard," he added as he strode toward them, leaning indolently against the desk.

"You are willing to share him?" Tom asked seriously.

"With you," he replied, just as serious.

Tom inclined his head, before turning his attention to the lion. "Be sure," he spoke. "Once you commit, you will find it very difficult to get away from me."

"I made sure he wasn't needy when he came to you," Draco drawled.

"Getting to touch him just a bonus?" the other Slytherin retorted, lips curving upward. "Harry?"

He licked his lips. "I want this," he stated. "To be with the two of you," he continued earnestly.

"Probably best I mention," Draco drawled, knowing he had Tom's attention, even if the brunet's eyes remained on their lion. "I've told him no full sex until his birthday."

"I can work with that," he murmured. He blew out a breath. "Why don't you keep our lion entertained," he suggested, "while I deal with what I have to?"

"No hardship," he replied easily, holding his hand out to their lion. Harry took it, and he pulled him to his feet. "We'll be in my bedroom," he stated, wrapping a possessive arm around their lion's waist as he drew him from the room.

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When Tom strode into Draco's bedroom, Harry was laid on the blonde's bed, naked and gasping. He hummed, eyebrows arched.

Draco glanced over at him. "You wanted him entertained, didn't you?" he drawled.

"Indeed I did," he drawled as he settled on the opposite side of their lion. Harry arched his spine, crying out as he came. "Is he always so vocal?"

"Yes," Draco answered smugly. "Looking forward to it?"

"Yes," he replied with a smirk.

Harry blinked back to awareness and turned a hopeful expression to the pair. "Can we-"

"No," Draco interrupted firmly.

"How do you say no to that expression?" Tom asked curiously.

"I gave my word."

The other snake nodded sagely, that would do it. "Perhaps we could stop short of anal sex," he murmured. "Would you like that little lion?"

"Please," he gasped.

Tom's gaze flicked to Draco. The blonde gestured for him to go ahead. A quick cleaning charm later, and Tom settled between their lion's parted legs. At the first touch of tongue to his entrance, he let out a moan.

"So good," he panted. "More Tom, more," he gasped. The feel of Tom's tongue, pressing but not breaching, caused him to let out a wrecked moan.

"He makes such wonderful noises," Draco drawled, propped up beside the pair, molten silver taking in every detail.

Tom pressed his tongue inside, causing moans to spill from their lion's lips. He made use of his dextrous tongue, caressing and swirling, sending their lion's pleasure soaring ever higher. He speared his tongue, tongue-fucking their lion in earnest. Harry came with his lewdest moan yet.

Tom straightened with a smirk. "Would you like a translation?"

Harry blinked up at them. "I spoke Parseltongue?" he breathed.

"You have no control over it?" the older brunet asked curiously.

Harry shook his head. Draco hummed his agreement. "That's not the first time he used it in the heat of the moment," he elaborated.

"Why didn't you say anything?" Harry demanded.

"I didn't want you to develop a complex about it."

"And he enjoyed it," Tom drawled. "Didn't you Draco?" he purred. He and Harry watched intently as the blonde shivered.

"He really does," Harry murmured, only realising he spoke on Parseltongue when the blonde shivered again. "Oops." Draco shivered again.

Tom was unable to prevent a laugh. "I think perhaps we had better shift to English," he murmured. "After all, we had better make sure Draco wants to come just from us speaking Parseltongue, hadn't we?"

"I didn't-"

Tom laid gentle fingers over his lips. "We can work on it over the summer," he spoke lifting his fingers. "Although I find the fact you lapse charming."

"I don't mind if he never learns," Draco murmured, stretching languidly beside them, their eyes drawn to the display of lean muscles.

"It could be useful," Tom murmured.

"I can do it when I need to," Harry reassured. "My brain to translates snake-speak into English."

"Snake-speak?" he repeated slowly.

"Parseltongue and actual snakes speaking," he elaborated. "Too big a mouthful." Draco couldn't help his snort. "What?"

"You're speaking to someone incredibly proud they share the same trait as Salazar Slytherin," the blonde spoke, unable to keep his amusement from his voice.

"I'm not ashamed of it," their lion stated. "I just don't revere the trait."

"But is that because it has such negative connotations, or because you stand out from your peers even without it?" Tom asked seriously.

Harry tilted his head. "Being able to speak to snakes doesn't make me evil, and I believe that it must be more common than people say." He lifted a shoulder. "Given the way people reacted to me – even with my reputation as the 'boy-who-lived' – I'm unsurprised that others with the trait would keep it hidden." He sighed. "But okay, I do keep it to myself to try not to stand out so much."

"You shouldn't hide your differences," Draco spoke.

"I was just about to say that," Tom drawled.

"Sorry," he murmured.

"No matter," he replied easily. "But do you believe us?" he asked their lion. Harry opened his mouth. "Be honest," he ordered. He closed his mouth with a click of teeth and shook his head. "Then that is something else we shall have to work on over the summer," he stated.

"Can we work on my potion skills too? I'd like to get a decent grade on my OWL."

"Of course, little lion," he replied.

"I can help you," Draco stated. Tom glanced at the blonde, who shook his head slightly. "After all, I was taught by a Potions Master before I set foot in the castle."

"That doesn't seem fair," Harry murmured.

Draco lifted a shoulder. "I was always eager for knowledge, and had curiosity about and aptitude with potions," he spoke casually. "Although, I only made up to second year potions – I was just taught about higher-level potions, and watched him brew them."

"I hate to say it, but your higher marks are deserved," their lion spoke grudgingly. Tom couldn't help his laugh at Draco's affronted expression. "You have to admit that Professor Snape always gives the snakes a much higher mark than any other House."

"Yes, but if you tidied up your preparation skills, you would do much better."

"You mean once you and the rest of the snakes stop sabotaging my potions?" he retorted.

A tinge of pink stained the blonde's cheeks. "I had already decided to prevent that this year."

"Good," Tom drawled, and Draco flinched. "Perhaps we should discuss this matter further?" Both younger teens flinched. "So, there is far more to this than I thought," he murmured. He regarded Harry carefully. "Would it cause you emotional pain, other than discomfort, to discuss this?" He shook his head resigned. "Then tell me everything."

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"You okay?" Sirius asked as he and his godson closed the door to Harry's room.

"Yeah, why?"

"You don't look as happy as I expected, given that you're in a triad with Draco and Tom." Harry blushed. "Not that hard to figure out, if you take the time to look," he stated, sprawling on the bed and patting the space beside him. Harry lay down beside him. "Spill."

He licked his lips. "I spoke to Draco like you advised," he stated. "He was okay with it, and recommended I kiss Tom again."

"So you could determine your feelings for him by your reaction," Sirius piped up.

"Mmhmm," he agreed. "It went well, and they're both willing to share."

"So why aren't you happier?"

"Because I was expecting touch when Tom joined us, and we ended up having a serious discussion," he spoke with a pout.

Sirius chuckled. "You really do take after me at times. Have they set restrictions?"

"Draco said no full sex before my birthday, and Tom's going along with it," he groused, then blushed. "Why did I share that?"

"Because if you can't talk to your godfather about it, who can you talk to?" he retorted, serious even though he was smiling. "Annoying you?"

"We're still sharing sexual contact, just not that," he stated.

"There are many things you can do that give just as much pleasure," he remarked. "Do I want to know what this conversation was about?"

"We ended up talking about Potions…"

"Ah," he murmured. "Have to talk about sn-Snape did you?"

"You realise that doesn't help me."

"I am trying to rein it in," he stated. "It just slips out at times, especially if I'm mad at him."

"When aren't you?" Harry muttered.

"When he isn't doing his best to ruin my godson's life."

"Never then?" Harry retorted then snorted.

"Did you have to talk about this with Tom?"

"He's very good at getting what he wants," Harry muttered. "It doesn't help that he knows whenever I'm lying."

"You aren't exactly a good liar," he pointed out.

"I'm good at omitting things though," he countered.

"Do you do that with me?" he asked softly.

"Sometimes," he admitted. "But I am more honest with you than I am with anyone else."

"Even Tom and Draco?" Harry nodded. "You should be able to be as honest, if not more, with them."

"I will be. One day," he added. "I'm just not there yet."

"So, what are these things you've been keeping from me?"

Harry sighed. "Shouldn't have admitted to that," he muttered.

"No, because now you know I'll pester you until you tell me."

Harry smiled and cuddled close. "Okay," he sighed. "Brace yourself…it'll take a while, and you're not going to like most of it."

"Hit me with it."

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"Pads?" Harry murmured, turning to his godfather with a serious expression.

"Yes Prongslet?" he replied, wrapping an arm around his godson's shoulders.

"Do you mind if I stay in Draco's bedroom?" he asked softly.

"Of course not," he replied instantly. "After all, you wouldn't take after me so well if you weren't planning on getting them to deliver on their promise, since it's your birthday tomorrow," he added with a grin.

Harry grinned back. "I could wait until the day after-"

"No, you won't get the chance to get them to deliver before tomorrow night. Just wait until then?"

"Of course," he replied cuddling close. "I'm still going to want to spend time with you, you know," he murmured.

"I know," he replied, kissing the top of his head. "But I don't blame you for seducing them every chance you get."

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"This has been my best birthday," Harry stated as he entered Draco's bedroom behind Tom.

"But?" the older brunet prompted.

"I'd glad dinner is over."

"Poor little lion," Draco drawled as he wrapped his arms around him from behind, "have you been wanting us to touch you?"

"I've been wanting you to deliver on your promise," he retorted.

Draco loosened his hold and Harry turned in his arms, both of them closing the distance for a kiss which soon turned heated. Harry let out a soft moan and Draco pulled back with a smirk. "We don't want Tom feeling left out," he drawled.

Their lion slipped from his arms and crossed the distance to Tom, leaning up to wrap his arms around the older brunet's neck as he pressed his mouth against his lover's. The touch turned heated as Tom's hands went to Harry's hips possessively. Draco pressed against Harry's back and their lion shivered. "Do you enjoy being in the middle little lion?" he drawled.

Tom pulled back so their lion could answer. "Yes," he breathed.

"We shall have to remember that," Tom drawled in a rough purr.

"Please," Harry breathed.

"Perhaps we should move this to the bed?"

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"You're looking content," Sirius remarked as Harry walked into his former bedroom. His godson let out a pleased hum, and languidly settled beside him on the end of the bed. "That good?"

"Mm," he hummed snuggling into his side.

"So why aren't you still with them?"

"They had things to do," he spoke with a pout.

His godfather laughed softly. "You really do take after me at times," he stated with a grin.

"And you love every minute of it," he retorted with a grin of his own.

"I do," he agreed. "Shall we make some mischief?"

"Love to."