Sorry I didn't post for several days again. I will probably be posting every other day now, life just gets in the way. Anyway, hope you enjoy! For disclaimer see chapter 1.

Chapter 6: Confrontation

Severus grasped Draco's wrist firmly, not enough to hurt his mate but enough to get him where he wanted him. He could feel Draco shiver in want through the touch and his cock twitched in appreciation. But it would not do well to take his little veela against the wall in a hall full of students, so he refrained and pushed the lust away. When they reached Draco's class he pulled Draco in for a rough kiss before pushing him gently towards the door to his lesson and vanished down the hall, returning to his chambers for his free time.

Settling down on the couch, Severus let out a sigh. He regretted that he and Draco were not able to spend time fucking like animals in heat whenever they wanted, but reminded himself that his mate needed to finish school. Even after being proclaimed innocent, Draco would find a hard time getting work, and that would only be hindered if he didn't finish school as well.

And then came the thoughts on Potter. Severus had felt it the moment Draco's temper had flared, and rushed to the sight. He knew someone must have antagonized him in some way, shape, or form, and he was looking forward to ripping that individual a new asshole. But when he reached the hall to see Potter holding Draco so tenderly, something had stirred in him, and he felt the contentment that he usually only felt when he had Draco in his arms. It had felt right to see his two mates even in that minor form of intimacy.

Conjuring a glass of brandy, Severus sunk deeper into the couch. This was becoming more and more complicated, and if Potter hadn't known they were his mates before, he probably did now. But he wouldn't push the young man, wouldn't go to him like his instincts urged him to. Potter would come to them first or nothing would happen at all.

He didn't know what Harry was planning for that night.

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Harry was stunned when Draco said he was attacking students because they insulted him. He wandered to his next class deep in thought, before deciding that he was definitely going to visit them in their chambers tonight. He needed answers.

The rest of the day went by in a blur, and when Hermione and Ron asked what was wrong, he told them his plans. Hermione looked pleased, but Ron looked scared for him, and nervousness flooded his gut once again. What if he was wrong? But then, how could he be? The way he had reacted when Seamus verbally attacked Malfoy, the way Malfoy had reacted when he heard someone sully Harry's name. And the look in Snape's eyes when he turned the corner to see Harry holding Draco. It all added up to only one thing.

Tonight he would face that fact. And it scared the hell out of him. As the day trudged on, he became more and more anxious, until finally dinner was over and he watched as Malfoy followed Snape down into the dungeons. Waiting until the rest of the students vanished down their respective halls, he figured it was now or never. Using the Marauder's Map, he found the entrance to the two creature's rooms, and looked at the witches in the tapestry nervously.

"Well, what do you want?" One of them said with a sneer not unlike Snape's. He gulped.

"I would like to speak to Professor Snape. I'm Harry Potter. It's very important." He said quickly, and a different witch nodded.

"He told us you might be coming by. Well go on in, dear." She said kindly, and a door appeared. He knocked tentatively, the blood rushing in his ears. The witches had been expecting him, which only meant one thing.

It was Malfoy that opened the door, and both of them froze when they saw each other. Harry could here Snape in the rooms, shuffling through papers. His velvet voice asked Malfoy who was at the door and the young man came back to himself, visibly shaking his head a little.

"It's Potter." He said simply, and Harry heard the movement in the room stop. Suddenly Snape was in the doorway, looming over the two of them. Malfoy backed up so he was partially hidden behind the professor, who was looking slightly surprised. He frowned slightly and gestured for Harry to come in, turning and walking back to the couch.

The rooms were clean and cozy, done in tans and browns with the occasional dark red. A soft couch and coffee table faced the fireplace, and bookcases lined every wall. Several doors led off from the living room – he figured they were a bedroom and study. Papers covered the coffee table; clearly the two had been working on homework and grading. Snape flicked his wand and the papers organized themselves on one corner as he sat in his spot on the couch, Malfoy soon settling against his side. Snape didn't like anyone else seeing them like that, but in front of their other mate, who really cared?

Harry sat down in a chair that faced the middle of the room and gathered up all his courage. "I came to talk to you about this whole mate thing. I am both of your mates, aren't I?"

Snape took a deep breath and let it out slowly, with Malfoy's eyes on him. Finally, he nodded. Harry leapt back out of the chair.

"Why on earth didn't you tell me? You must have known as soon as you smelled me!" He nearly yelled, pacing back and forward as all his frustration over the past few months came out. The longing in his chest grew stronger, and for a moment it looked as if Malfoy would get up, but Snape held him back.

"Because, you needed time to think on it. We knew you would figure it out eventually; had we told you, you would not have believed us even if you knew it to be true. You had to come to us." The professor said in the softest voice Harry had ever heard from the man. He plopped back down into the chair, void of the frustration that had currently filled him. He sighed deeply, wishing that things wouldn't be so damn complicated.

"So what are we going to do?"

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