Cracking his eyes open, the teen looked around the room he'd spent the night in and felt another rare smile come to him. For once nightmares didn't haunt him through the time he slept and, though he was still hungry, he managed to eat enough that the pain of his stomach eating him from the inside out hadn't been quite as noticeable. He felt comfortable lying in between the two males who'd kissed and pampered him all night, always making sure it was what he wanted and how he wanted it. He found himself not wanting to leave the embrace they willingly gave him as they slept and a burn of acid streaked down his throat as he swallowed.
Voldemort. The one thing that made him regret the night he'd shared with both Severus and Draco. They'd told him they wanted him. They said they didn't want this to be a one-time thing. Both had wanted their love to be returned and Harry had agreed. Now, though, he wondered if that was even a good thing. His death at the hands of the dark wizard was inexorable and he hated that he hadn't remembered that fact last night, before he let things get carried too far. When he was gone from the world and the Dark Lord was terrorizing everyone left behind, these two were fated to hate his passing the most, blame him for what happened and take their pain ten times worse than everyone just because they had loved him. Just like his parents who died trying to protect him, Sirius who'd gone after him in the Department of Mysteries because of a stupid fake vision, and all the people who went missing every day because they believed a seventeen year old could make the difference against a psycho killer waving a deadly magic stick around, who'd been a fully trained wizard years before Harry Potter had ever been born. They would have to live with the thought that they had loved the failure that'd brought doom to the magical world, that they'd shared his bed and tried to comfort him when they didn't know what it was that made him pull back from the clean, bloodless hands of people who believed in him. Harry Potter, the Boy-Who-Failed, that's what everyone would say.
A kiss to his temple made him shiver, curling into himself and hating everything about his life. There was a pause and then Severus' dark curtain of hair, framing his elegant, handsome face came into view with a concerned and worried look glinting in his black eyes. "What's wrong," he asked, long fingers petting his cheek and getting tangled in his hair. At his words, laced with concern, blue eyes cracked open and stared at Harry as well. Blushing, the teen looked away, unable to face the two males that had given him everything he'd ever wanted in just one night. If only I could live…
The night before had been amazing for the Boy-Who-Lived. The two Slytherins had laid him out on the middle of the bed, kissing every patch of skin that met their eyes as they peeled his shirt away from his chest and dropped it to the floor. Their clothes had followed shortly after, only their shirts came off in their want to make Harry understand that this wasn't about sex. It was never about sex. He'd marveled at their different features, finding no flaw in their differently built bodies but each were so beautiful in their own way that Harry wondered if he were the same way in their own eyes. No, he couldn't be. After his different battles with Lord Voldemort there was no way his body had come out unscathed. The fight in front of the Mirror of Erised had left permanent callous marks on his palms from where he'd burned Professor Quirrel. The encounter with Tom Riddle and the basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets had left a nasty scar down one arm from where the humongous snake at sunk a fang into his skin as he was killing the beast, despite the healing powers of the Phoenix tears. The slice he'd created in the graveyard, using his blood to recreate his body had left a thin, white scar that stood out visibly on the tan skin. His fifth year had left two different marks, the scar that read 'I must not tell lies' on the back of his hand and then there was a piece of him missing at the loss of his godfather that no one would be able to fill. Those had only been the main scars on his body, though throughout his skin he could see the marks that were no longer there from injuries that had long ago healed from the different battles. But no, neither of the two seemed to notice his marred body as they kissed and worshipped him throughout the night and that was enough to forget who he was supposed to be if just for a few short hours. With that night alone he knew he wanted to live, but who was he to fool himself? Each time he faced Voldemort he received some kind of help that made him able to escape with a shed of his life left. No one would be there to help the last time he faced him.
Severus frowned, knowing exactly what was going through their new lover's head. He wished there was some way without actually erasing his memories that he could just forget everything for a while longer, to be able to be a person; just Harry Potter, seventeen year old wizarding student. Kissing him seemed to help, if only for the short moments it could last, but then reality would always coming crashing back on him. That's when the idea came to him that he would give Harry something that was sure to push everything away for much longer than any kiss Draco and himself gave the boy and when he met the blue eyes of his first lover he knew the Slytherin had come to the same conclusion. That night they would give yet another gift to the Boy-Who-Lived that no other had given him.
B R E A K
Moans of passion filled the room as Harry slid himself on top of his Potions Professor's thick, weeping member, slippery oils sliding down his thighs among other fluids. There was no need to allow himself to adjust as he lifted himself from Severus' lap and pushed quickly down again. The past few hours they had done little else than make love with brief resting in between each heated session. Sweat was dripping from their bare backs and foreheads, hair matted to skin like glue.
Harry used his hands and thighs as leverage to pump himself faster and deeper on the older man's hard erection. Normally he would never be able to imagine himself letting go so much that he whimpered and moaned so fervently that he felt even his voice giving way beneath the hard thrusts that met him. However, this was not a normal anything. The Boy-Who-Lived never imagined that he'd ever be in this type of position and especially not with any person that actually cared for him. "So deep," he cried, wrapping his arms tightly around Severus' neck and hiding his face in the sweaty crook beneath his lightly stubbled cheek. The sexy pants from the teenager only made the older man moved faster, angling himself so he continuously rubbed against the abused prostrate. "You're so deep!"
The Potions Master groaned, grasping the narrow hips of his young lover tightly in his pale, long-fingered hands. "Harry," he sighed breathily. "I can't…." His teeth were clenched tightly as he felt yet another strong orgasm bubbling sensationally in his stomach and quickly moved downward at a pace that left his fingertips numb. His hips started moving deeper, taking complete control of the pace as the green-eyed teen was shaking too harshly to be able to do much more than moan constantly and grip tightly. He changed his angle again so he could press deeper into his quite willing lover, wrapping his arms around the slim waist as he felt the inner muscles around his cock begin to twitch, grabbing his length and releasing it shortly before grasping again. "Love you," he breathed into Harry's ear.
Crying out, the professor tightened his hold on his back and no doubt leaving bruises on his tanned skin. The words had surprised him to the point where he even could swear under Veritaserum that his heart must've skipped a beat but he was much too enthralled to do anything else as his orgasm tore through him. Pumping harder and faster as streams of white semen spurted onto their chests and Harry drooped limply on his teacher's chest as the fevered thrusts continued pressing deeply inside him. Severus ground his hips against Harry's, groaning loudly as the muscles contracted with enough strength to suffocate his engorged cock that was no doubt coating the insides with his own thick precum. He pressed deeper and then suddenly stilled, releasing his own burning cum into the spent, willing body. Harry cried out, his arms shaking from the tense muscles, as he felt the warm spurts fill his insides once more and the softening member pulled from his loosened entrance and the Gryffindor enjoyed the feeling of the semen drip down his legs in hurried flows.
Neither was willing to move as they continued holding each other in the middle of Severus' living room. Both were exhausted, but felt extremely well as the euphoria continued to cling to them. Severus leaned over and let his body lay on the soft rug, holding Harry tightly to him as his eyes began to droop closed. The next time he would have to make sure Draco could join them, knowing his other lover would thoroughly enjoy their new lover immensely. After all, the blonde had always mentioned that breathy moans had always been a turn on for him, if they came from the right person.
"How do you feel," Severus asked, pressing a kiss to the mop of sweaty black hair.
Adjusting his body more comfortably, he shyly entangled his legs with the older and hid his face in the broad, lightly-muscled chest and blushed as the words from earlier echoed in his head. Love you… He moaned lightly as his muscles continued to throb from hours upon hours of love-making. "Sore," he decided. "Delightfully sore."
A soft smile pulled at the corners of the surly Potions Master's usually downturned mouth. "Glad I could help." Sleep pulled at him, but there was something tugging slightly stronger and he frowned once more as he felt Harry shift and the clicking sound of someone biting their nails. "What is it?"
At the sudden tenseness in the younger, Severus assumed Harry thought he was being careful enough to not be noticed and a grin came to him at the shy nature his green-eyed lover was now showing after hours of constant moaning and sexy begging. "You….love me," he whispered, voice rising into a question despite the obvious way Harry hadn't wanted it to come out as such.
"Of course, love," he reassured, kissing the top of his head once more and stroking his arms. "We both do." He knew Harry would know he meant Draco as well. "Sleep."
"Why?" Quiet this time and Severus wondered if he should've heard it at all.
Sleep would have to wait and he lifted himself up, taking Harry with him. Petting his face and massaging lightly into his neck, the older pressed a light kiss to his temple. "What is there not to love," he asked. "Lovely eyes, a personality stubborn enough to not get pushed around but gentle enough to listen to reason. Mature to the point where even I wonder just how old you could be sometimes. There are so many things Draco and I see in you that it's a wonder you yourself can't see them. You're perfect for us. You're everything Draco and I can't be, but at the same time you're everything we could want." Pressing another, longer kiss to Harry's cracked lips he started to lean down again for rest when two words made it to his hearing that made his head snap back to the weary face of his green-eyed lover to the point of whiplash.
"You shouldn't…."
He devoured the younger, less experienced mouth at that point. Thrusting his tongue to explore the warm cavern and ignoring Harry's gasp of surprise. Severus pulled away only when suffocation itself was threatening to consume the both of them. "Don't," he demanded, voice harsh and demanding that green eyes widened and the Boy-Who-Lived actually cowered, shoulder shaking at the dangerous tremor that underlined the word. "I don't ever want you to say that again, Harry. We should and we will, you can't tell us not to now." With that he pulled the boy to him and lay back down, petting his back and hair until the breaths evened out and knew Harry was asleep. Only then did he fall asleep as well.
An hour later Draco Malfoy slipped into his lover's rooms and stepped into the living room, pausing for only a second to stare at the proof that he now had a second lover to care for when he noticed Severus and Harry curled up closely together on the rug furthest from the door. Smiling to himself he took the goose-feathered blanket from the top of the sofa and loosely draped it over their naked bodies, allowing himself an eye full of the green-eyed teen's toned body and how nicely he fit in their professor's embrace. His handsome, well-defined face softened once more and he took the two steps backwards to drop into his older lover's favorite armchair and waving his wand with two short flicks at the fireplace. The orange glow of the ignited flames danced across their bodies and the Prince of Slytherin couldn't help but stare for a while longer.
A book on the side table beside him caught his eye though and he decided to do something other than make his pants further uncomfortable. Harry better get plenty of rest then because the second he woke up…Pounce would be the right word. Smirking, he turned blue eyes to the first page. The words couldn't keep his attention however as his eyes glanced up every now and then at the two delicious forms entwined together on the floor. Worrying his lower lip and wondering if it would be ok, Draco dropped the book back in its place and scooted his bum slightly off the chair enough to wriggle his pants down. As quietly as possible he began stroking himself, moaning quietly as images flooded his mind of Harry and Severus moving together in the most intimate of ways: Harry riding his own cock while Severus watched them with his beautiful slated black eyes, or Harry jerking himself off while their Potions Professor pounded into his ass without mercy, and the toys he hadn't even allowed himself the images yet. He could feel his mouth water at the possibilities. Then, suddenly, he heard it. A moan that didn't belong to him paused his hand and opened his eyes to stare into Severus' and he smirked, a pink hue lighting his cheeks at the notice he'd been caught. "Sev," he whispered, swallowing around the tightness in his throat.
His hand was removed and replaced with his lover's hot mouth and he grasped at the long, soft strands, panting harshly at the sudden heat. Moans were no longer contained behind a bit lip and he thrust his hips up without shame, knowing Sev would be able to adjust to his movements after so long of his frantic movements during sex.
Harry blushed dark red, hiding his face in the blanket that had somehow been covered over them. Did Draco see he wondered. He already knew the answer had to be yes though because when they woke to the quiet moans on the other side of the room Severus had still been holding him exactly that same way that he'd fallen asleep. The thought alone was enough to cause his cheeks to burn from embarrassment and he sunk further against the rug and under the blanket. However deep he went into the makeshift bed it didn't make the loud, begging moans disappear and he wanted desperately to leave. Perhaps he's too far gone he wished and he peeked over the blanket, letting only enough space to see if Draco and Sev were too preoccupied to care if he stared. It looked that way so he bundled up the thick coverlet around himself and started to tip-toe towards the bedroom, hoping they didn't decide to move in there, and he held up the ends of the blanket so it wouldn't slide against the floor. He reached for the door handle and stopped, listening despite himself.
"I love you, Sev! I love you! More, more!" Green eyes snapped back to the armchair and he felt like crying. If he stayed…would Draco say that to him? No! He shook his head and tried to draw the thoughts away, but he only succeeded in coming up with more questions. How different was Draco compared to Severus? Would he get a pet nickname like he'd heard others be called around the school? He forced his eyes to focus back on the snake-engraved door handle and his hand shook. Love…That's what Severus had told him. The Potions Professor had never lied to him before so why would he about that? No one can afford to love you the second voice in his head reminded him.
"Harry?" Green eyes looked up and he blinked any tears that might've appeared away before turning to look at the soft voice. It was Draco who'd spoken and blue eyes were staring at him curiously while black eyes were almost glaring, matching the voice he'd used earlier. A soft smile appeared on the defined features when he didn't say anything and offered a manicured hand to him from across the room. Both sets of eyes looked so different to Harry that he even found himself comparing between the two. He preferred the way Draco looked at him, but the Boy-Who-Lived had also put the look on Severus' by his earlier statement and he immediately felt regret weight heavily in his stomach. If he hadn't said anything than his Potions Professor would be looking at him with a gentle look identical to the blonde's beside him. "Come join us, Harry." The request was so sincere that it hurt Harry too much to do anything. If he took a step forward he'd be accepting the relationship for what it was and that the two men before him loved him enough not to care about his title. Would he be able to ignore his doomed future and the pain the two would no doubt endure when he was with them? But if he stepped away he'd be condemning himself to the rest of his life in solitude, no matter how short, after having a taste of what could be. If the choice didn't affect anyone's happiness but his own the answer would be easy and he'd walk from the rooms without a second glance, but he knew he wouldn't be able to wander through Hogwarts from now until Voldemort decided to attack watching the both of them and knowing what he could've had if he lived.
Apparently he'd taken too much time deciding because when he blinked and the world came back into focus Harry had just enough time to register that Draco was in front of him, eyes closed and moving closer with his hands resting at his hips and his own green eyes closed, accepting the kiss for what it was. For now, he would let himself dwell in fantasies.
B R E A K
The crisp morning air felt cool against Harry's face as he sat in the window of the North Tower. His heart was racing and his scar burned in pulses without a break. His borrowed time was coming to a close and with that he'd begun drawing away from Draco and Severus, or Dray and Sev as he'd begun to call them if only to his own mind. That was the decision he'd come to as he allowed Draco to take him while he sucked Severus off almost three weeks ago. He would ignore his future while he was with them, drawing away when the warning of his scar started, which was two days ago. He'd even played the 'I love you' game with them, his heart yearning the whole time. But I really do love them… Harry knew that his actions were worrying the both of them, but that would all be short-lived. They'll be grateful for what I did when I'm gone.
The door creaked open and he didn't bother looking when warm arms wrapped around his shoulders and forced him to lean back against the Quidditch-muscled chest. Draco was the only one who came to find him here. If someone saw Severus hurrying towards the upper levels of the castle than they'd get suspicious about the rush and follow him. As students, neither of them could be caught, but all three were careful when it came to their relationship. The skin on his neck where the blonde rested his face was immediately wet and the teen's heart clenched at the pain-filled intakes of air. He'd never personally had to deal with an upset Draco, but the Slytherin had told him about one time where he'd been extremely upset that he'd cried all night. This was a whole new level for Harry and he wasn't sure where to begin. Guilt immediately consumed him as he suddenly knew what Severus must've gone through when he'd broken down in front of him.
"Why?" Draco may as well have shouted the word at him in the quiet of the tower, his soft words echoing enough times off the round walls that he could imagine the blonde punching him repeatedly while screaming the words.
It was true that in the time spent with both Draco and Severus, whether separately or together, he'd felt more alive than he'd ever felt before. He no longer had panic attacks or felt numb in the hallways, he found a lot more things to be happy about when having a bad day by just imagining the different times he'd spent with the Slytherins. He'd even discovered the answers to his earlier questions weeks ago. Draco was much louder compared to Severus and always made frantic movements, especially if someone gave him a blow job. Harry even found himself pleased when he got Draco to beg after he got the hang of it. Each of them had even given him the nickname of 'Ri, his heart fluttering at the sound of it on his ears.
There was no longer a point to his secrecy though. His two lovers knew immediately when he lied just by spending time around him and if he didn't give a complete answer Draco would be able to pick up on it. Taking a deep breath of the morning air and loving how he was too numb from the cold to feel anything but the shivers as his body tried to warm itself, he began. The blonde Slytherin listened with attentive concentration and stopping himself every time he tried to interrupt, to which Harry was grateful. "I didn't want both you hating me when I'm gone and this is the best I could come up with," he finished. When he turned back to Draco he expected to see disgust and prepared himself for it, but all he saw was hurt shock and then the rage kicked in. He drew his pale hand back and slapped Harry so forcefully that he would've fallen out the window if he hadn't held onto the stone. No sense dying sooner than he needed to. He certainly didn't want the last thing he saw to be the face of his angry lover.
"Harry Potter, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard in my life and I've heard some pretty out there things!" His breath was in pants and the Boy-Who-Lived couldn't help remembering just a few nights earlier when he'd watched tiredly on the bed while Severus pumped in and out of the younger Slytherin and the sexy panting as Draco was brought down to a pile of helpless goo. His other cheek suddenly stung and he refocused to find the blonde had hit the other side of his face. "Stop it! That's not fair," he shouted, tears in his eyes. "You don't get to go into la-la-land while I'm fucking talking to you, Harry!" Tears? Those definitely weren't right. Draco was supposed to realize how logical Harry sounded. Why would the two Slytherins he was with want to subject themselves to pain when the teen became the Boy-Who-Failed? Shifting, Harry moved forward, wiping the hot tears from Draco's face, effectively halting his ranting tirade.
Green eyes stared with fascination at the water droplets as they continued to fall long after the blonde had stopped yelling. Did I…make a mistake he wondered. No, that didn't sound right either. Harry was doing this just so the two wouldn't be hurting, but that seemed to happen whether he did anything or not. "This isn't right," he whispered, clearly not understanding what was going on.
"This is what happens," Draco answered him, resting his forehead against Harry's. "You really didn't think relationships were that simple, did you, Harry? Sev and I care about you, we love you. No matter what happens to you we're going to worry about you, we're going to feel pain for you. You can't just go into a relationship loving someone and then distance yourself when you think things are going to go badly for you. Things don't work that way." At that very moment Harry wondered if he'd already died some time ago and this was his own heaven, but the pain in his scar proved otherwise. "Say it, 'Ri," the blonde demanded, holding his face and staring deeply into his eyes. "and mean it this time."
He opened his mouth, but paused. What happened to his plan? Had it really backfired so badly? Draco said they didn't care what happened with his fight, that they would've loved him anyway. Not aloud, but the words were said nonetheless. Could things truly end up that simple? That love like this was really unconditional. Green eyes suddenly lit up with tears and he let them fall. "I love you, Dray," he exhaled. "Both of you." Draco released a breath he hadn't known he'd been holding and then pressed a passionate kiss to Harry's lips. When they separated minutes later he looked into light blue eyes with gratitude. They saved me again… "I want to be up here for a little while longer," he said, turning back to the school grounds and watched as the shadows of night gave way to the sun that cast everything with a bright light. Draco let him be. "Dray," he called back, knowing the blonde had stopped when the door stopped creaking before the thud of the latch going into place. "Don't tell Sev." It was an empty plead. Draco didn't keep anything Severus just like he didn't like keeping things from Harry, but it made the teen feel better that he'd tried to keep the older man from getting hurt by what he'd said too. If anything else, he'd also know that Draco would feel bad for going against a pleaded request when he did spill the beans.
B R E A K
Just as Harry had known, when he reached his Potion's class at the end of the day he'd been immediately slipped a small vile of cream with a note folded on top by Draco as he walked by on his way to his seat on the other side of the room. Reading the note first he felt a ball in his throat, finding that he just had to rub in a little bit on his cheeks and the bruises would go away quickly followed by a very long talk between the three of them when class ended. At the bottom was one word in Draco's elegant handwriting that told Harry just how sorry he felt for saying anything, just like he guessed.
When Severus entered the classroom one minute to the start of class he gave Harry a pointed glare that he knew was supposed to mean he was worried about him, but it would only be known to the three of them before he demanded for attention with a loud voice. For once Potions wouldn't go slow enough for Harry this time and, just like he knew he would, at the end of class everyone had been dismissed except for Draco and himself. Ron gave him a sympathetic glance, but the redhead hurried away before he too got in trouble. After the door had closed Severus waited nearly a whole minute before he walked up to Harry and hugged him so tightly that the brunette wondered why it was he could still breathe. "Why didn't you say anything sooner," he asked, though he knew there was nothing Harry could say that Severus couldn't figure out for himself in just as long as it would take for him to answer. True enough, a couple of seconds after he'd asked he held Harry even tighter. "Stupid boy," he growled into his hair, voice deep and rumbling against the brunette's chest. Green eyes closed and he felt the truth of the words ring loud and clear, knowing Draco was mentally nodding as well. "Of all the dumb things to say."
Smirking, Draco moved closer and pushed his weight against the two males, knowing they would let him fall as he leaned over. "He should be punished, Sev." There was a mischievous twinkle in those blue eyes that Harry had come to know as his 'sex shimmer' and immediately knew that by the time dinner rolled around he would have another well-eared sore bum after going through one of Draco or Severus' fantasies. They'd once asked him what Harry wanted to do, but Harry admitted that he hadn't really thought about anything he wanted to do when, in truth, the Boy-Who-Lived never allowed himself the pleasure of coming up with little fantasies since he didn't think he'd ever live long enough to play one out. Now, he might just have to amuse himself. "Punished, indeed," Severus agreed, having caught on at the same time.
Much to Harry's surprise he was suddenly picked up and carried over to Sev's front desk where Draco smirked, catching his wide green eyes, and pushed everything on the desk to the floor. Gasping, Harry turned to look at Severus but the Potions Professor didn't even look surprised by the action. It now occurred to Harry that the two of them must've come up with this earlier and briefly wondered if he should be worried or excited. The pressing bulge in his pants decided on the latter. He was laid against the cool wood surface and quickly dismissed of his shirt where one of them, Draco by the eagerness and quick-flicking tongue, attached to a nipple. What he didn't catch was the shared look between the two slippery snakes and he was flipped over and a black cloth wrapped around his eyes.
"A bad boy you've been, 'Ri," Draco hissed, knotting his fingers into his already unruly hair. Severus must've been the one to tear his pants and boxers off in one sweep and he shivered at the cool air and the immediate change in temperature from his warm pants covering his hardening cock to the cold desk. "We've devised a detention worthy of your horrible actions to rid yourself of us. A painful action in its own right that even if you did manage to succeed you'd still feel it." The scary part was that Harry believed it. He felt a nudge at his entrance and he whined pressing back against Sev's big cock. A kiss suddenly met his lips, harsh and passionate at the same time his oldest lover shoved deeply inside him. He hadn't been fearful of that part. No, he knew just as well as his two lovers that he was still loosened from the hours of love making from the night before, it was the next part that he was worried about because he knew that both of them had surprisingly nasty spells hidden underneath their handsome exteriors. Just a few nights before Draco had surprised him by using his own wand and causing it to vibrate against his swollen prostrate just enough to get him hard and weeping, begging loudly for release and nothing more.
Just as he'd guessed it was Draco who whispered the spell this time as Severus pounded mercilessly into his bottom. With his own desperate moans and breath coming loudly even to his own ears, hips pressing into the desk as he tried to get some friction against his own aching cock, he couldn't hear the muttered words and that was exactly what Draco wanted. In less than a second of his whispered spell and a quick swish with his wand he listened to the brunette's labored gasp as an invisible force squeezed his balls and he thrust against the desk even more desperately even though he knew it was fruitless. Smirking, the blonde kissed and nipped Severus' ear. "It's done, love," he whispered. The older gave a smirk of his own and sped up his thrusts, angling his hips so he pushed roughly against Harry's special nub and both favored the sudden yelp and constant moans that followed.
"Don't stop," he begged. "Oh gods," he shouted, moving against his hips. "Harder, Sev, go harder." They knew Harry would realize what was going on in a few minutes. When it was rough like this their young lover never lasted very long and Harry would come to see that he wouldn't be cumming any time soon. Oh, no, what their young Gryffindor hadn't noticed was that Severus and Draco had both muttered locking charms on the door just because they'd approached him. Just as they both knew they would, Harry was preparing to release, tensing up as he felt the lightening, bubbling sensation in his stomach but it never came and when he paused to think about it Draco pressed a gentle kiss to his lips. "Oh, no, Harry, love," he teased. "You aren't allowed to cum just yet and I've made sure of that. This is detention after all." It was at that very moment when Harry began to worry his bottom lip, but he didn't long when he felt Severus release inside him and the hot seed immediately began to slip down his thighs when Sev pulled out. He didn't even have time to catch his breath before he was shifted and Draco pushed deeply inside him.
It continued like that for hours, switching between both Slytherins. After both had taken him they shifted to suckling, one played with his sensitive nipples while the other caressed his angry red cock as it too begged to be released. Though he hadn't actually cum, Harry was tiring as he lay across the desk face down with his knees on the edge so his arse was raised, moaning pitifully as two expert tongues licked and teased his abused entrance, cum still leaking down every time he tensed up and released. "Please," he begged, voice going hoarse. He'd been saying it for hours in intense pleasure, but this one was different and they both identified it for what it was: surrender. They had saved their best for last and had purposefully been stretching Harry for this very moment, unknown to the teen quivering with need beneath them.
Green eyes shot open, having closed when sweat dripped down his face from his hairline. They aren't…They were. Two hard tips nudged against his entrance and he tried to pull back, knowing he couldn't take another false orgasm when it came to him. "Shh," Sev whispered into his ear, waving his hand with a quick flick and Harry could feel the tension in his groin lessen as he felt the spell leave. "We'll take care of you, 'Ri." At first he didn't think he'd be able to hold the both of them when the Slytherins pressed deeply inside him, but when they did Harry had never felt fuller in his life and he could feel each rib of their cocks and each slightest movement the males made against him as they slid in and out in an even pace. It didn't take much for either of them to come, both exhausted and sated and satisfied and Harry didn't think he'd ever be able to come again as his seed splashed across the wood surface of the desk and he didn't even care if Sev made him clean it off later. As it was though, when they slid out and Sev picked him in his strong arms and wrapped him in his discarded cloak to keep the threatening chill of the dungeons away from his heated skin. As he was carried away he heard Draco mutter a cleaning spell and all the papers and trinkets that had been dropped carelessly on the floor hours before rose and stacked themselves neatly on the clean desk. He smiled and snuggled into Severus' chest, letting himself be loved without regret.
B R E A K
True to Draco's words Harry felt his punishment the next day and was grateful that it was a Saturday because he wouldn't leave the bed and he refused to take a potion to take the pleasant ache away, or he planned to but as it turned out neither of the Slytherins offered one to him. The next day he woke early to his scar paining him. He still felt a pleasant throb in his arse, but it had diminished enough that he could walk without flinching. He was sandwiched between the very male bodies on the bed, the duvet had shifted in their nighttime movements and now hardly covered either of their hips. The blood behind his scar pulsed noticeably once more and he knew why it was that the enchanted window behind the dark green curtain didn't glow from the sunlight. He's here…
Carefully, he untangled himself from the arms at his waist and hair, slipping from the bed and dressing silently. He wanted to turn and walk away, to face his destiny as he had prepared for it, but when he gave his two lovers a final look goodbye he felt tears prick at his eyes. He wanted to live. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with the two men that had given him everything. He'd wanted to hold them and kiss them more. Talk to them more. Find out more about them. Harry had wanted to fly with them. But he couldn't do any of those things anymore and his heart broke as he fled the room in the quietest possible way, sobbing and biting his lip and he ran towards the Great Hall. He thought he'd been prepared to die, but now he was more scared than he ever remembered feeling before. Scared to leave behind the only people who'd seen Harry Potter as he was.
The Quidditch Pitch was covered with black-cloaked Death Eaters and one crazed maniac who went by the name of lord. His heart froze up and he clutched at the wand buried in his pockets and his fingers scraped a folded piece of paper. Tears welled up in his eyes again and he knew it was the note from his mock-detention session with Sev and Dray. Why he pleaded, wanting to scream the word aloud but no longer felt brave enough. Lord Voldemort laughed as they saw his rival shiver and took it as a sign of fear when he raised his wand and hissed out the same words that had ruthlessly taken the lives of so many others including his parents. It seemed fitting that the very spell Harry was famous for surviving would be the one to finish him off in the end. In the second that the eerie green light raced for him, Harry held his wand tightly enough to nearly break it in two as memories piled on top of him.
"It's so good, 'Ri! Harder, deeper!"
"I love you, Harry."
"We're going to eat breakfast in Sev's rooms today, 'Ri. I'm so tired of staring at you from across the hall and can't even touch you."
"Stupid boy!"
"Take me, Harry. Merlin, please, take me hard!"
"You like that, 'Ri? You taste so good I just can't help myself."
"We want you to live, Harry. Why is that so hard for you to see?"
"Say it, Harry! Say it and mean it!"
"I love you both." Green eyes hardened and he stared at the green light racing towards him. He didn't care right then that the whole school was piling at the doors to see the long-awaited battle. He didn't care that some of the teachers were racing forward to help him. He didn't care that Severus was one of the teachers who couldn't come to his aid. If anything, he was glad he wasn't going to be involved, the same with Draco who was kicking against Severus' hold as he attempted to race toward him, calling out his name desperately. No, all he cared about in that single moment was living long enough to be able to tell his handsome Slytherins just how much he loved them. He lifted his wand, grasping it tightly should his sweaty palm make it harder to hold and glared at the one person in all the world who deserved to be hated as much as Harry despised him right then. "I want to live."
B R E A K
Draco felt all the blood in his face leave him when the explosion of green and red mixed and he cried out when Harry's form was obscured. Severus also went limp next to him and they, along with most of the students, dropped to their knees and wept. Blue eyes refused to tear away from the clearing smoke, but all air left him as his heart raced at the sight of his Gryffindor's slim form silhouetted in the clearing residual magic….still standing. "Harry," he mouthed before all relief overtook his common sense. "Harry!"
B R E A K
The green-eyed teen smiled to himself as he heard his blonde lover calling. Yes, he would make it through this fight for the two people who risked everything in their attempt to be with him….to love him even knowing he might be dead soon and Voldemort would rule the wizarding world. I won't let that happen. It was a promise and he knew it. Just as if the last year hadn't happened at all, all thoughts of the fact that he would die at Voldemort's hands before the year was up. Everything was replaced with the doubtless truth that he would win and he would face Severus and Draco and he would tell them how much he loved them. Perhaps Harry smiled, raising his wand at Voldemort's stunned face when it was clear he wasn't falling, I might even mention that they're the ones who helped save everyone.
B R E A K
The whole crowd ran towards the Quidditch Pitch as the stunned Death Eaters apparated quickly from the area in celebration, but none faster than the blonde Prince of Slytherin and the greasy Potions Master. In pure exhaustion Harry dropped to his knees but he forced himself to stay conscious long enough to wait for the inevitable strong arms that would wrap around him. Both hugged him tightly, just like Harry knew they would, pressing kisses to his face before anyone else got too close. He smiled at each of them, touching their faces for a few seconds each, before his limbs became heavy and he sagged into a broad chest. At that moment he didn't care who heard him, if anyone else could hear him, but he opened his mouth and said in the loudest voice he could muster. "I love you both." Sleep claimed him soon after and he couldn't see the tears drip from Draco's face or the proud expression on Severus' face, growing in his eyes.