A/N: Hey! Sorry that this is a bit short! I mean, yeah. Also, I apologize! I'm too lazy to look up my timeline, and I'm just going off of what I think I've read about the Harry Potter timeline in occurrence with the poetry and the literary tales and authors I brought up. Also, I do not own any of them! Nope, not even Harry Potter! I know, weird, right?
Also, I got a 2 to 1 in the reviews. Draco/Harry and Severus/Harry instead of Draco/Harry/Severus, so… Sorry for the one person who voted for the three, maybe next time? Also, if you look, there's a really good one with the three and I'll try and find it for you for the next chapter, hopefully!
Enjoy!
Severus sighed as he drafted one of the many letters that he had tried to work out to send to his intended. The Goblins had said the boy approved, but he wasn't so sure. Potter had always been so happy with Draco, and… this… would probably get in the way of that. Triad bonds were extremely hard to incite, there had to be a bound, most likely through one person who was in love with both. One month wasn't enough to create a pathway towards that, and it would most likely turn into a one way bond between two of the three… Whether it was him and Harry or Harry and Draco would be seen to at the end of the month.
He hoped for his own sake and Draco's, that the triad bond would work, that is, if Draco didn't kill him on sight. Family or not, he was marrying the boy's mate, after all.
Draco smirked as he headed off to visit his Godfather. Harry was asleep, worn out by his anger, and the revelations that Draco had told him. His Godfather was probably worried that he would skin him alive for what would soon happen between the man and his mate, but it was the opposite. He wanted to welcome Severus in with open arms, if only for his Harry. He wanted to pass more hints onto his Godfather, about Harry's favourite thing (favourite colour- green, least favourite colour- red, tackiest colour- gold, preferred jewellery type- any metal charmed to look like silver since real silver was not an option, favourite music- cello and country, favourite flower- white roses), but he knew the man would miss every single hint just like he did when he tried to hint at the connection between his Godfather and Harry by talking about how attractive Harry was, and how smart he was, and how soft his skin was and a million other things that had instead of waking Severus out of his preferred distance with anything Potter, had just annoyed the man.
"A man without logic is a man without a future." Draco stated boredly at the portrait of someone-or-other, he head never bothered to learn the name of. Entering his Godfather's rooms, he found the man sitting at his desk, parchment littering the ground around him, a glass and bottle of Ogden's finest half drunk, a bottle better whiskey on the shelf, untouched. "Severus."
"Draco." His Godfather replied, crossing off whatever he had written, before pushing the parchment off his desk to join the other rejects. "Here to rip me apart?"
"No, I'm here to talk to you." Draco replied. "I wanted to know if you had any idea where to get good charmed jewellery? I know a guy, but it seems he's all out of charmed silver-gold." Draco said, seating himself on his Godfather's ottoman, staring at each other from the other ends of his Godfather's old oak desk.
"No, I don't. Either buy gold or buy real silver." Severus replied, as he dipped his quill in blood red ink.
"The person I'm buying for doesn't like gold, and has someone whom he cannot wear silver around." Draco replied. "He also hates red, so I can't buy him any rubies." Watching as Severus wrote, before discarding the parchment and closing the red ink to grab a dark forest green ink. Good, the man was picking up his hints.
"Get them emeralds then, matches their eyes." Severus replied. "And copper wiring can easily be charmed without a jeweller to achieve a silver look."
"Ah, maybe I'll do that. Thanks Severus." He responded. "White roses are good too, in place of jewellery, a good preservation charm is easier than charming jewellery."
Harry sighed as he rolled over. He wasn't ready to get up. Severus was his other mate, and while that wasn't bad, necessarily, the man was basically forced to marry him, instead of them falling for each other as soul mates often did. Maybe it was the addition of Draco that led the fates to deciding that they needed a little more pushing. Whatever it was, Harry hoped that Severus- no longer Professor, he had to marry the man at the end of the month, after all, was walking into their relationship with an open mind. Who knows, maybe something good would come out of it all? Harry sat up as he heard a clicking sound at the window of his and Draco's room. Outside the window was a glorious black and dark brown owl with deep brown, nearly black eyes. Taking the note and small black bag from the owl, Harry unfolded the note.
Dear Harry,
I know this is undeniably odd, and I hope you are not being pushed into this, whatever this is to be. I was shocked when Draco decided against killing me on site, and then having him prattle on about something or other. I have decided to begin our, regretfully, short courting. Shall I start with talking about myself? My favourite colour is not black, like I have led everyone to believe, but either a deep navy blue or a dark forrest green. I absolutely loath the mornings, especially before my first cup of coffee, and enjoy poetry, especially the works of Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, William Blake, and Robert Frost. I loathe Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, but love The-Play-That-Must-Not-Be-Named (Macbeth), Twelfth Night, and A Mid Summer's Night's Dream, to name a few.
May I ask of your own favourites? Also, as my first courting gift, I give you a preserved White Rose, as well as my promise to you to always be true in my letters and in our correspondences.
Yours Truly,
Severus Tobias Snape.
Dear Severus,
It is odd, but it is do able, I hope that you will allow us to enter into a three-way bond, I don't think Draco or I would be able to bear being without the other, we've been like two peas in a pod since we were but little firsties. My favourite colours would have to either be a royal purple or plum colour and a deep emerald green, much like forrest green. I too, loathe mornings, but I happen to live with a mourning person, so I am growing to put up with being awoken early. I find coffee too bitter, for my tastes, and have to have add a lot of flavouring to stand it. Poetry is interesting, I remember reading a few that my mother owned when I was younger. I believe, if my memory is correct, The Tiger by William Blake was my favourite. I remember thinking of myself as the tiger and my brother the lamb, for who would create me, a beast that did not fit in, despite living in a family of Lions? The brother of the wizarding world's sacrificial lamb? I too, loathe Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, to think, that they all died because Romeo could not keep it in his pants. I also enjoy George Orwell, I found Animal Farm interesting, but I loathed the pigs. I believe I may have been too young at the time of reading it to truly understand it all. I also enjoy Oscar Wilde, the Happy Prince is one of my favourite stories, so is The Little Prince, I cried at the end.
I thank you for the rose, and the promise. White roses are my favourites, as are lilies and irises, forget me not's too. I spent hours in the garden as a child, and grew to love the soft and sweet flowers that surrounded me in the Potter Manor Gardens. I also promise you, to never lie unless I cannot help it.
Yours Truly,
Harry Remus Potter.
A/N: Welp! This is the third chapter, one or two more to go. For a while I was considering a prequel, because Morgan the BWL isn't brought up at all, and Harry's younger years, and Draco and Harry's mating, and all that. But I'm not sure, a part of me wants to move on and do a "All-American Boy" (Steve Grand) song-fic, but that was just a thought too. Anyway, reviews are always appreciated!
