He turned the page. Harry would only admit under duress that he had a soft spot for Charles Dickens. Having flipped through A Tale of Two Cities while hiding from Dudley in the library (second only to the top of hills in terms of safety), the first line had struck him.

One big run-on sentence that sounded so ridiculously obtuse that Harry, at the age of nine, had questioned the sanity of publishing companies. But he continued reading. An hour later, he was still ensconced in a supply closet with a blinking light.

Harry still didn't really like reading. For a while, he even forgot about the book he had pilfered from the library. But whenever he returned to hide, he would pick it up again.

So far, Harry had read only A Tale of Two Cities and A Christmas Carol. He didn't like reading in front of others. He felt like he could feel people staring at him. He'd been on the same chapter of Oliver Twist for three months. Only in the hours he could spare after slinking into an unused classroom did he feel comfortable enough to bend the front cover.

He'd recently gotten quite attached to Hemingway as well, having found Old Man and the Sea in a pile of school books that Dudley had shoved into his room unread two years ago. Between chores, he had no time to indulge in it, certainly not when he had to find the time to do homework as well. But the Dursleys sometimes willingly forgot his existence. It was enough to finish a few flimsy books.

Its grace was austere. Simple writing and simple despair. It reminded him a bit of Severus actually, though it wasn't a completely pleasant comparison. He placated himself by reminding himself that Severus wasn's a very pleasant person anyway. How people could work so hard for something and come home empty-handed, he found life often cruel in little ways, in simple ways, like being unloved or abandoned.

Harry turned the page, following the old man into salt.

Though he didn't usually like to read in front of others, he had taken a chance tonight. He was sitting in Severus' study at the end of the couch. Draco was at the other end, doing homework on the coffee table, and Severus was grading papers at his desk. Harry hadn't wanted to sit there doing nothing, mostly because he knew Draco, if not Severus, would feel the need to entertain him. He had nothing due tomorrow and, rather than debase his morals and start something early, had grabbed the book.

It had taken a bit to get comfortable, shooting furtive glances at his companions, who were immersed in work. Finally, he relented surveillance. Now, he was curled up tightly, his legs beneath him and his shoes and socks off, as he sometimes massaged his feet while he read. His elbow was propped up on the arm, the weight of the novel cramping his hand. Every once and a while, he'd shift position, but he would always return to this.

He didn't notice an hour later when Severus glanced up at him between papers. There wasn't anything particularly stunning in his reading, nothing like the dark challenge in his stare.

He shifted, bracing his back on the arm of the sofa and resting the book on his thighs. He rolled his ankle, exposing the rare sunless white. Severus set aside his quill. Slowly, he strode across the room, boots soft on carpet, and pulled the book from Harry's lap.

The boy blinked, looking up. In no time at all, he read the look in Severus' eye. His fingers curled empty in his lap, easily breathless. With a smirk, Severus kissed him. Harry's hand went into his hair instantly, at the space below his ear. Before he could control it, Severus shivered. Harry smiled proudly in his mouth.

Their tongues were slow, commenced in a dance of suction. Harry's knees straightened, and Severus pressed closer, sliding his hand across the space between his back and the couch. Heat pooled in them both.

Deftly, Severus found the rim of his trousers. They were loose, only the belt keeping them up, and Severus wondered if Harry ever bought clothes his own size. Long, cool-tipped fingers slipped down, touching the hollow right above his cleft. Harry gave a gasp, breaking from his mouth. They stared at each other.

Not for the first time, Severus wondered how this was going to work. They were so different, and admittedly, the same in ways that both of them found frustrating. Severus didn't understand what Potter could possibly want from him.

But Harry didn't contemplate his misgivings long. Like usual, he rushed in headlong, satisfied with his choices without thinking. With an apologetic smile, he reached back up, and threaded his arms around his neck. He returned to the kiss without relinquish or conquer.

They had Draco's interest now. Harry's feet touched his leg, drawing his attention to slender ankles, swift as a roan. Draco had never particularly and was surprised by them, where he'd expected masculinity.

Severus slid his fingers back and forth through his cleft with no other intent but torment. Harry gave a grunt, moving his feet away from his thigh to thrust his pelvis, and Draco abandoned voyeurism.

Unbuttoning his shirt, Draco saw a chance and took it. He crawled behind Severus. Harry had forsaken kissing, bowing and arching his body in a confusing mix of sensations. Severus was unused to the motion. Harry was terribly inconsiderate when pleasured and almost broke Severus' balance several times before Draco steadied him. A long, animal grunt escaped Harry's teeth, going straight to Severus' groin.

"Slow down, idiot," Draco chuckled at him.

Harry responded by fisting Severus' robes, making incoherent curses and insults. He however calmed enough to thrust in rhythm, brushing his dick against Severus' stomach, head thrown to the side.

"Are you coming in your trousers like an animal, Harry?" Severus whispered.

Harry shuddered at the presence of his breath in his ear and glared at him.

He licked his lips, his adam's apple bobbing. "Going slow, old man."

Draco made a sudden, quickly aborted laugh behind him.

Severus pressed his finger around his anus, and Harry stiffened so quickly that he choked in his spit. He gave a full-body shudder and bit through his lip. His muscles clenched and slid as if unsure, but the pressure of his fingers in Severus' robes demanded more. Severus moved over him and latched onto his neck, pulling the flesh with his teeth.

"Sev'rus," Harry panted, voice heavy and guttural. "Bedroom."

Severus made no acknowledgement that he had heard him, hands traveling through the globes of his arse. Draco pressed his tongue against his teeth, glancing at the door, though his prick hurt.

Harry opened his eyes a slit, as if he knew Draco's feelings. He gathered himself with effort.

"Severus. Let's be three the first time. Yeah? He's-" he moaned, throwing his thighs around Severus' waist. "Fuck. G-g-" He closed his mouth again with tight restraint.

Severus leaned up to watch him. Harry's face was flushed red and heavy-lipped, blood falling from his broken lip.

"You've been waiting on me, haven't you?" Harry said breathlessly. "You've kissed him, haven't you? But you were waiting for me. I want both of you," he said impatiently, reaching for him. "Let's go to the bedroom."

Draco's heart was in his throat, watching the two of them. With a growl, Severus grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him to the door. Draco hurried to throw open just before Severus threw him on the bed.

Harry rolled over and, rather than affronted, surprised them both by looking rather excited. Severus climbed atop him and pushed in his finger. Harry cursed, flinging his head back and scurrying away. Severus was watching Harry's prick jump and leak with an almost hungry expression.

Draco, the front of his trousers damp with precum, kicked off his shoes and crawled behind him. He could tell that Harry was making an effort not to throw Severus off. His feet twitched with the urge to kick him, barely restrained. There was only a tiny space between Harry's pained-but-pleasured expression and just his pained one.

Harry had never liked prolonging his pleasure. When he tormented Draco, he finished without reciprocation. But he'd never bottomed. Severus had to go slow. Harry was so simple-minded. He didn't like controlling his reactions.

Draco pulled his wand out of his pocket and transfigured a cord. It wrapped in loose coils around Harry's right wrist and reached across him to take the other. With a jerk, it dragged Harry's hands above his head and tied them to the bedpost. Harry's eyes flew open in surprise, and even Severus was looking at him in shock. Draco smiled, resting his wand on the covers. He reached down and caressed Harry's face.

"Better?"

Harry tested the bonds, finding enough slack to slip his hands out if he so wanted. The white cotton moved across his wrists like snakes, warm and soft. He lied back across the sheets, hesitantly relaxing his thighs around Severus' hand. When nothing else happened, he relaxed. He took a heady breath and nodded.

Severus lifted a brow at Draco.

"If you require restraints to lie with me…" he started.

Harry's opened his eyes in a blaze. He wrapped his legs around Severus' thighs and glared at him with a ferocity reserved for forest fires.

"If you don't fuck me right now, I'll fuck you."

Draco gave Severus a smirk. Severus gave Harry a dark look. He lifted the leg around his calf and raised it to his shoulder. Watching Harry's eyes, he pushed two fingers into his arse and gave them an expert twist. Harry arched, fingers scrambling to find purchase in the cords. Relentless, Severus pressed further, bending Harry's knee, all the time watching Harry's face with a strange intensity that Draco had thought he used only with experimental potions. Harry thrashed, and Severus' grip on his knee was the only thing that kept his leg in place.

Harry released another string of curses. Draco laughed and fastened his mouth on one of his nipples, his hand tapping soothingly on his own erection.

"That hurts," he said suddenly, and it took a moment for Draco to realize that Severus had added a third finger.

He laid his face along Harry's hip, close to his jumping prick. "Relax," he hummed.

"I'm not giving birth," Harry snarled before falling back on the bed.

Draco exchanged a glance with Severus and retrieved his wand. A wordless lubrication spell slicked the inside of Harry's arse, making him jump.

"That's fucking cold!" he shouted.

Draco smiled. "It'll warm in a second."

Harry glared at him. The sensation was weird and disgusting. He could feel himself leaking, and he automatically tried to draw his thighs together to cover himself.

Severus parted them, and Harry flushed.

Already, it had pleasantly heated, sending tendrils of pleasure through his bowels. Harry's leg still on his shoulder, Severus crawled forward, slipping his cock out of his loosened trousers at the same time. Harry's lower half was braced on his thighs, the hot tip of his prick nudging the throbbing region of his anus. Eyes like oil spills, he gave a slick smile over Harry's face. Panting and exposed, he waited, but Severus only stared back.

He glared and closed his eyes. Then, he wiggled his bottom. The wet head brushed against the opening, and Severus suddenly shuddered, using the hand not keeping them balanced to push against Harry's shoulder. Draco mouthed the shell of his ear. With almost violent effort, Harry forced himself to open, pushing his abdomen. Severus thrust forward.

Fuck! It fucking hurt!

He hung onto the cords. Draco cooed in his ear, stroking him like a startled hound, and he grit his teeth.

Not knowing what else to do, he snarled, "Move."

Severus gave a snort and angled his hips. The movement was slow, as careful as when he diced ingredients. The throbbing escalated, but the pressure seemed to ease so that he didn't feel strung on a pike. After a few more thrusts, he had gotten used to both the weight and the intrusion, able to breathe. He still wouldn't call it satisfying though.

Severus pulled back, rolled his hips and found it.

Harry wasn't expecting the sudden influx of pleasure, like someone had just jumpstarted all his nerves. He arched his back awkwardly, screaming.

"What the fuck was that?" he panted.

"Your prostate," Severus said, voice tight as he moved to hit it again.

Harry was more prepared this time and didn't cry out, though he writhed, tugging on the bonds. Draco was smiling beside him, stroking his exposed prick and panting gently in his ear. His left hand brushed through his hair.

"I was beginning to wonder if you had one," Severus said, smirking.

Harry turned away from Draco's lazy eyes, meeting Severus' straining ones. "Do it again," he said, eyes gleaming. "Do it a lot."

Severus smiled, a rare thing that might have well have been some foreign exotic tongue. "I plan to," he said and he began to move in earnest.

Harry was too tight to lose control in. Severus could feel it and kept only the tip of his erection inside him. He'd been with seasoned whores, men in their late-twenties and thirties who liked sex a little rough. It had been a long time since Severus had to restrain himself.

Harry trusted him though. He had doubts when he'd accepted the cords, but it was obvious. He used them to brace himself, controlling his wild movements. It was like bedding a wildcat, trying to rhyme his thrusts. Harry jumped and kicked and jerked, screaming only when Severus found his prostate. Severus would have hated to fight to kept him down, even if he enjoyed that type of foreplay.

Finally, Harry's legs encircled him, crossing his ankles over his buttocks, and he settled into a rhythm. Draco chuckled and kissed him. He reached between them languidly and touched Harry's prick.

He came as simply as that, eyes rolling in the back of his skull as he somehow managed to withhold his voice. Severus felt him clench and almost came before Draco pushed him backwards. He startled, leaking cum as he left Harry's sphincter. Severus had missed Draco's preparation, focusing too intently on Harry, but the blond angled and slid atop him marvelously, taking the full length with small thrusts like Harry couldn't.

Severus gasped, blissfully ignoring how Draco had knocked his head against the edge of the bed frame. He gave a final, hard thrust and came. Draco sighed and waited a moment before rolling off of him, leaving with a squelch. He was still hard and moved to take himself in take himself when Harry shouted.

"Hey! What did I tell you?"

Draco actually blushed before he managed to look smug. Harry was still tied and Severus wondered if he had forgotten that the ropes were escapable. He watched Draco crawl over to him and kneel over his chest. Harry glared at him half-hearted, managing to look completely controlled even with Draco's cock in his face.

Severus' breath caught as he watched Harry open his mouth. Draco hung his head, hands braced on the bed frame. Harry closed his eyes, moving with nothing but the muscles in his neck. Draco hissed furiously, trying not to thrust. Harry suddenly loosed his hand and grabbed Draco's buttock, working his fingers through the cum leaking from his anus.

Draco choked and came. He sagged while Harry sucked, failing to swallow all of the strands as they ran down the corners of his mouth. He smiled, as pleasantly and brightly as if he weren't covered in semen. Draco returned it softly. But when the blond closed his eyes and tried to regain his breath, Harry looked at Severus.

The brightness went shallow but what replaced it was warm and just as inviting. Severus didn't have anything to say. He was suddenly so incredibly thankful that Harry had let him be here. It felt incredibly strange that the three of them were there and that this performance was expected to be repeated.

Certainly strange but not unwelcome.