Perfect Triangle

Part Three

Babblings: Wow. Thanks guys for all your reviews. You can't begin to imagine how much they mean to me. For those of you wondering why I put Blaise in the last part there are three reasons: 1) to show that the reason he got pregnant was because Draco and Severus didn't use contraceptive spells and 2) it was requested that someone other than Draco and Severus court him and 3) it helped him cover up that he was still really hurting. Anywho, enjoy this part. It shows some other people's perspectives on the story before we get back to Harry – just to leave you hanging.

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When Draco woke up he noticed a number of things all in a matter of seconds: it felt like someone was pounding a drum in his ears, causing his head to throb in a way he never felt before; the sun was shining brightly and it was already high in the sky; and Harry was no longer in the bed. Wait. His mind reeled. Harry wasn't there. Where had he gone? He tried to remember exactly what had happened the night before, but he couldn't really. All he remembered was falling asleep with both Severus and Harry. And now Harry was gone. How had Harry ended up there in the first place? Maybe he'd just imagined him being there. Maybe the alcohol made it all up, because he and Severus both wanted the small Gryffindor so badly.

He shook his head and slipped out of Severus' arms, going into the bathroom and swallowing a headache potion. It helped to clear his brain some, but not much. He glanced at the clock: 12:02. He had three hours before he had to be out on the Hogwarts lawn and ready for graduation. Sighing, he brushed his teeth and walked back into the bedroom. Then he noticed the note, hastily scribbled in Harry's sloppy, boyish handwriting, a few blotch marks smearing the ink on the paper where his tears had fallen. The blonde snatched it up and read it over, his eyes watering up. He hastily shook Severus awake. The older man groggily opened his eyes, blinking back the headache. He immediately noticed the horrified look on his young lover's face. "Dray, what is it?" He took the note the blonde handed to him and when he looked up again, he had the same horrified look on his face.

"God, Sev, what have we done?"

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Hermione, to put it bluntly, was seriously pissed. In fact, she couldn't remember a time in her life when she had been more pissed off than she currently found herself. She should have been celebrating. This was her graduation day. She was at the very top of her class. She could go off now and do whatever she wanted. But she wasn't thinking about that right at the moment. Right now she was thinking about how Professor Dumbledore had come up to her before the ceremony began to inform her and Ron that Harry had run away. She knew it had something to do with Snape and Malfoy. She knew she should have looked for Harry the night before when he hadn't returned to the tower, but she hadn't and now Harry was missing. He'd missed their graduation for a couple of worthless, heartless men.

She found the two Slytherins a ways away underneath a large tree in full bloom. They were talking quietly to themselves. She stormed up to them in a huff. "What the fuck did you do to Harry?" Hermione never swore. Ever. But then again she'd never been this angry. Severus and Draco looked up at her in surprise, but they said nothing, instead gaping at her like a couple of brainless fish. "I asked you a question! I know this has something to do with you. Harry's loved you for a long time and you're the only reasons he would ever do something as stupid as run away!"

Draco was the first to find his voice, even though he did not want to be discussing this with her. He knew she wouldn't leave until she had an answer. "We… were drunk… and…"

Hermione didn't need to hear any more to know exactly what had happened. "You used him! How could you do something like that? You two bastards don't deserve an ounce of his love. You're despicable." She turned to leave, but a calm voice stopped her.

"You're right, Miss Granger, no one is deserving of that kind of love. No one is good enough."

She stared hard into Severus' eyes and suddenly knew that they loved Harry, too. It was all so apparent now. It was all just a misunderstanding. But Harry was missing now and there wasn't anything they could do except try to find him. "Listen," she said, "if you find anything, please let me know."

Both men nodded and Draco touched her shoulder, sincere tears in his eyes. "We will if you do the same."

Hermione managed to give them a small, reassuring smile before running away to find Ron and begin her search.

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Ron was panicking. Hermione had just stormed off and his best mate of seven years had just up and disappeared. Now, Ron may have been oblivious to most things, but he had picked up on the fact that Harry had been spending a lot of time with one Blaise Zabini. He spotted the Slytherin in the distance and marched his way toward the boy, determined to find out what was going on and why Harry had missed one of the most important days of their lives.

"Zabini!" he called and the other boy immediately whipped around to stare into the tall red-head's eyes. "What did you do with Harry?"

Glaring, Blaise pulled on his arm, dragging him away from the crowd of wizards and witches. "Listen, Weasley, I'm just as worried about him as you, okay? I don't have the slightest clue as to where he is. The last I saw of him, he was getting dragged down the hall by Professor Snape."

Ron's eyes went wide, but then he felt Hermione's presence at his side. "Come on," she said. "We have to go."

"Weasley!" Blaise yelled as Ron and Hermione began to rush away. "Owl me if you find anything!"

The Gryffindor nodded before disappearing with Hermione.

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Harry stared at the healer for a moment in shock, letting his words sink in. Pregnant. Immediately his hands went to his stomach and he closed his eyes. Finally, after a long moment, he managed to whisper, "But that's not possible."

The healer chuckled a bit. "Actually, in the wizarding world it's just as possible for men to get pregnant as women if you don't use contraceptive spells." Harry let his mind drift back. Blaise had always made sure to cast some spells before they had sex. Now it made sense. But Draco and Severus… they must have been too drunk to bother casting the spells. Harry choked back a sob. Then the healer told him something even more surprising: "It looks like each of your children have a different father, too. You must have had one hell of a night."

"Yeah," replied Harry, trying not to let his mind dwell on that night for too long. It was still too painful. Still too fresh in his heart. But how was he supposed to recover from a broken heart when he would have two reminders around him all the time of the true love he'd never be able to have? In spite of that fact, Harry knew he'd never be able to hate his children. They were a blessing. A memory.

The healer let him go after he set up another appointment for the next month. As soon as Harry got back to his small house, he plopped onto his couch and sobbed, his body rocking back and forth, his head in his hands. He didn't know if he'd be able to do this. He didn't have anyone – anyone – to help with through the pregnancy. He was completely alone. A wave of loneliness washed over him until he began to get sick again and rushed to the bathroom, just barely making the toilet before he puked out the measly contents of his stomach.

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Harry had been flipping through spell books all day, searching for exactly the one he needed. For a small town, they sure had a large library. The pile of discarded books grew higher and higher until Harry finally let out a triumphant noise. He'd found it: a shield charm to go up around his house. The idea was that no one could get in unless he gave them his permission. It also made the house unplottable and untraceable. The spell looked complicated, but he thought he could do it.

He walked around his property twice, murmuring the long spell. Finally, he felt the wards go up and he let out a sigh of relief. He was trying to do everything to make himself hard to find.

Earlier that day he'd found a spell to fix his eyes so he wouldn't have to wear his glasses. He charmed his hair to be a little longer. And he'd found a spell to make his scar fade a little, even though it couldn't make it completely disappear. Lord Voldemort had seen to it that Harry would have that scar until the day he died. When Harry looked into the mirror, he gasped at his reflection. He looked different. Good, but different. He didn't think anyone would recognize him now – especially when he started showing. He figured that since he was carrying twins and since he was so small-framed, he'd begin showing soon. He sighed and fell onto his couch, wishing he had someone to talk to. He thought maybe he should find Ron and Hermione, but then they might tell people and it might eventually get around to Draco and Severus… He couldn't let that happen if he could help it. Draco and Severus deserved to be happy and they didn't need Harry and two children weighing them down. He vaguely wondered when they planned on having their wedding, but he forced the thought away.

Suddenly, he heard a whimper come from outside and he quickly hopped to his feet and rushed out the door. There, sitting just outside his gate, sat a puppy, a border collie by the looks of it, wagging his tail and whining because he couldn't get through the gate. Smiling softly, Harry opened the latch and lifted the puppy into his arms. He looked for some kind of address or something, but the puppy didn't even have a collar. "Hey, dog," he said. "Where'd you come from?" The puppy just wagged his tail and panted in response. Harry laughed, a sound he hadn't heard come out of his mouth for a long time, and took the puppy inside, figuring he could at least give him something to eat while he figured out what to do.

After he set a plate of leftovers in front of the puppy, the puppy looked up at him expectantly in such a way it nearly broke Harry's heart. He found that he didn't want to find its owner. He wanted to keep him for himself. "Go on," he said. "Eat." At those words, the dog dove into the food. When the puppy had finished eating, Harry picked him up again and walked to town's small law-enforcement building. He pushed through the doors and immediately breathed a sigh of relief when the air-conditioned air washed over him.

"Can I help you?" A man stood up from behind a desk. He was a stout man, on the upper side of middle-aged, but he looked friendly enough, as though he didn't have much to do so anyone who came in was a welcome interruption in his endless, monotonous routine.

Harry nodded and walked up to the man. "This puppy… he just showed up in front of my house. I was wondering if maybe you knew who he belonged to."

"You must be the new kid in town," the man said, taking the puppy from Harry's arms. "My name's Taylor McDonald."

"Marcus Peterson," Harry mumbled.

Taylor smiled. "Well, I know everyone in this town, Marcus, and I know for a fact that no one here owns a dog like this. Maybe you'd consider keeping him. At least until we find out where he came from."

Harry felt his heart speed up a little bit. At least he'd have some company around the house. "I'd love to, sir."

"Now, now, no need to get all formal on me," Taylor said, handing the puppy back to Harry. "Just call me Taylor. God knows nothing in this town is so formal. Plus, it makes me feel old."

"Well then thank you, Taylor," Harry said, a soft, friendly smile on his face. He hugged the puppy close to him. "I guess I'll see you around."

With Taylor's friendly nod, Harry turned and left the building, nuzzling the puppy's angel soft fur. "I guess I'll have to come up with a name for you, dog." The puppy looked up at him expectantly. "How about… Moses? Do you like that?" Moses licked Harry's chin enthusiastically and Harry felt as though his world had just gotten a tiny bit better.

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If everything had gone according to plan, Severus and Draco would have been happily married by now, but god knows that when it came to Harry James Potter, nothing ever turned out how it was supposed to. Sure, it wasn't his fault he'd gotten stranded there over Christmas Break, but it was his fault for looking so delectable all the time. Okay, well, not really. Harry couldn't help it and he couldn't help who he fell in love with, but it would have been a hell of a lot easier if he had fallen for someone – or someones – else. In fact, if it wasn't for Harry, Severus and Draco's relationship would have been perfect, as it had always been. Well, now he just wasn't being entirely truthful with himself. Severus and Draco were nearly perfect, but there had always been this sort-of gap between them – and Harry filled that gap. He completed them. And they'd completely screwed everything up by getting drunk and making Harry think that they were just using him and had no feelings for him.

Draco huddled a little closer to Severus in their large bed in the Snape family mansion, as if trying to fill the empty space that only one person could fill. It was August now – two months since Harry's disappearance and they had no leads. They'd sent out owls, but they'd all come back without replies. They'd tried to find any kind of trace which Harry may have left behind, but it was as though Harry had disappeared from the Earth. Draco was beginning to despair; Severus could see it in his eyes and he was tried his damnedest to hold to both of them together. He was afraid that without Harry they would both fall apart.

His thoughts drifted toward Blaise Zabini. The boy had run into them a couple weeks prior, asking if they'd heard anything from Harry and Severus had had to keep himself from strangling him. He knew that Blaise had taken Harry's virginity. He knew Blaise had no real feelings for Harry. He'd used him for sex for six months. Severus blamed himself for that. If Draco and he hadn't messed up at Christmas, Blaise wouldn't have had the chance to use Harry like that.

It was weird: both Draco and Severus admitted to liking Harry, but they'd never stopped loving each other. Then, as their love for Harry grew, their love for each other blossomed also. It had been a beautiful thing; a mutual understanding.

He'd once heard that the triangle was the most perfect of all geometric figures: three sides, threes points, one-hundred eighty degrees. But when one point when missing, it just became a boring line. It was no longer complete; no longer perfect. That's exactly how Severus felt at the moment.

"Sev," whispered Draco, startling him from his thoughts. "Sev, make love to me, please. I can't sleep. I just need to forget." It was nearing about four a.m. and neither of them had slept a wink. That's how it had been a lot lately.

Severus nodded and kissed his young lover on the lips, rolling over so Draco was pinned beneath him. For a man who'd been running off of two hours of sleep on average per night, he sure had a lot of energy. He slid his hands down Draco's naked body, making the lithe boy shiver with pleasure. "Please, Sev, don't stretch me. Just take me. Hard and fast." The bigger man nodded and grinned, positioning himself at Draco's entrance. They'd been doing this for years and Severus still never got enough of Draco… but there was something vitally important missing at the same time. He shook his head, determined to think of other things. So, he murmured a contraception spell and thrust into Draco's body. But then a thought occurred to him... had he and Draco remembered to use a contraception spell that night with Harry? They must have: Severus had never forgotten before.

Draco screamed when Severus hit his sweet spot over and over again. Severus knew exactly how to please him. He knew Draco's every weakness. He continued to pound in to the boy until they both reached their climax and they fell asleep, a tangled, sweaty mess, in each other's arms.

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Sure enough, within the next week or so, just in time for his next appointment, Harry began to notice a bit of a bulge around his middle and the pants which had been to big on him before were starting to get snug, not uncomfortably so, but noticeably so. The healer, Jonathan, pointed this out to Harry and proceeded to give Harry his examination. "From the looks of things, they are going to be big babies." Harry hissed under his breath, cursing Draco and Severus for contributing their large-boned genes.

Jonathan instructed Harry to sit up and looked at him, worriedly. Harry figured he was going to get lectured now. He sighed and closed his eyes, bracing himself for it. "Marcus, are you planning on telling the fathers?"

Harry shook his head, slowly. "No, it's really none of their business. They wouldn't love any children of mine." Even though he wouldn't admit it, deep in his heart, he hoped that statement wasn't true. "We should have never slept together, okay? They were drunk and I just couldn't… get away." His voice got soft. "Just trust me on this, okay?"

"Marcus, I can see where you are coming from, but I'm worried that you don't have anyone to help you. This is going to be hell for you in another couple months if you don't have any help."

"I've gotten through my entire life by myself," Harry snapped. "I don't need anyone, okay?" But as he said this, a wave on anguish rushed through him and he let out a sob.

Jonathan rushed to his side and brought him into an awkward hug. A few moments later, he said, "How about this? I know someone who would be willing to stay with you for a few months, just to help out and make sure you're okay. Would you like that?"

"Y-yes," Harry choked out.

"Alright. I'll see what I can do."

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Hermione let out a growl of complete frustration as yet another owl returned to her without any reply from Harry.

"'Mione, listen to me." It was Ron who spoke – and in a surprisingly calm manner.

"What?"

"Maybe we should just let it be," he said, cupping her face in his large hands. "I know he's alright. He just needs some time to himself. To sort things out. If we find him, I'm not too positive he'll like us too much for that. When he's ready, he'll come back."

Hermione sighed and slumped against him. "I know that, Ron. But I just feel like if I stop trying, I'm abandoning him."

"Tell you what: if he doesn't show in another couple months, we'll start looking again. Just give him time."

"Okay."

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Harry woke up a few mornings later to the feeling of someone trying, annoyingly, again and again to get through the shield Harry had put up around his house. He groaned and rolled out of bed, rubbing his eyes in an attempt to wipe the sleep away. Before Harry'd become pregnant, he had trouble sleeping for more than two hours at a time – and now he was having trouble staying awake for that amount of time. It seemed like all he did was sleep and eat and play with Moses, who had quickly become a faithful companion. The dog barked as Harry opened the front door to his house. "I know, I know, dog. Calm down."

A woman stood just outside the gate, a rather annoyed aura about her. As Harry stepped closer, he recognized her face – he couldn't very easily forget with the hours and hours he'd spent with her in seven years at Hogwarts. Madame Pomfrey. Harry almost stepped back and ran into the house, but, he told himself, she probably wouldn't recognize him anyway. Plus, he was so happy to see a familiar face after two months of being gone. "Please, come in," he greeted and the ward allowed her inside the yard.

Madame Pomfrey smiled. "Nice to see you, Harry."

Harry gasped and turned to run away, but the healer grasped his shoulder. "I won't tell anyone. It's part of being a healer: keeping secrets.."

Harry nodded, but lowered his eyes, as if he were a small child expecting to receive a scolding. "Why are you here then? Doesn't school start soon?"

"Yes," she said, "but Professor Dumbledore decided that after decades and decades of working for him I needed a year off. But I can't exactly give up everything, so when Jonathan owled and told me he had a patient who just needed a bit of help I couldn't pass up the opportunity. Needless to say I didn't expect to see you here. That's a nice bit of glamour you've got going on there. If I didn't know you so well I would have never guessed. I expect in a few months no one will recognize you."

"So you won't tell anyone where I am?" he asked, a worried tone creeping into his voice.

"Of course not, Harry. And I won't ask any questions either unless you want to tell me. I'm just here to make sure you eat right and don't do anything too dangerous. Oh, and please call me Poppy. You're no longer a student of mine."

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School started again and while Severus taught at Hogwarts during the days, Draco stayed at Snape Manor, doing everything he could to find Harry, but, so far, he had found nothing, absolutely nothing. He felt himself sliding into depression and he wasn't quite positive he'd ever be able to pull himself back out unless he found Harry. Severus began feeling much the same way. It was hard to walk into Hogwarts every day without thinking about Harry. Neither of them could figure out how the green-eyed beauty had managed to delve himself so deep into their hearts.

Months passed and they began to despair, growing ever further apart and yet still clinging onto each other for comfort and love.

"Sev," said Draco one night, "what if we never find him?"

Severus pulled him close and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "That's not going to happen."

"But if it did?"

"If it did, I would still love you, Dray. Forever and ever."

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Babblings: Well there you are. I hope this keeps you tided over until I can update again. Please review. The more reviews I get the sooner I update!

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