"Potter! No running in the halls!"
Harry ignored Minerva's shout, skidding around a corner with a hurried "s'cuse me" to two Ravenclaw girls.
"I'll get him, Professor!" Hermione said, already barreling down after him.
"No running as well, Miss Granger!"
Harry dropped to the third floor, shouting spells that stretched vines between the columns.
"Harry Potter! Stop acting like you're four!" Hermione shouted behind him, easily cutting through the foliage with a single slashing hex.
"I couldn't do that when I was four!" he shouted over his shoulder. He spotted Draco up ahead talking to Zambini. The blond glanced up in enough time to watch Harry grab hold of his arm and fling him around, hauling him beside him at full sprint.
"The devil...!"
"Just run!" Harry grinned at him.
"Draco, stop him for me!" Hermione shouted, pausing to apologize to a small gaggle of first year Hufflepuffs she had knocked over.
Draco barked a laugh and joined Harry in flight. They took five more flights down, knocking into the walls, feet skidding out from under them, until they made it to the dungeons. Harry flung the door to Severus' quarters open, pulling Draco in behind him. They collapsed against the door, panting and wheezing.
"What did you do?" Severus asked in a tired voice from behind his desk, where he had been grading papers.
"Why… do you always… assume the worst of me… sir?" Harry said between breaths.
"Because whatever Draco would have done wouldn't have allowed him to get caught and you are trouble incarnate."
"You know, I'll take that as a compliment, sir."
Severus hmm-ed. He turned to Draco.
"Don't look at me," he said, still struggling to catch his breath. "I just got kidnapped."
Someone suddenly knocked on the door, causing Harry to freeze. "Fuck, I thought it would take her longer to search Slytherin."
He darted towards Severus' desk. The potion's master looked up at him like he had lost his mind, especially when he suddenly dropped to his knees.
"Move," he said nudging his way passed Severus' knees and into the desk.
"Potter, what the devil do you think you're doing?" he said just as the knock came again.
"Hiding," he smirked from between his knees, his hand squeezing his inner thigh.
Draco flopped on the couch with a laugh.
Severus growled before biting out "Enter!"
Hermione stuck her head between the crack. Draco had to hand it to the woman. She wasn't even panting. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you, Professor."
"And yet, you are still here, Miss Granger," Severus said, setting aside a piece of parchment.
She glanced over at Draco. "Draco, do you know where Harry is?"
"He ran off. What precisely did he do?"
She stared at him for a moment before stepping fully into the room.
"You're lying."
"Excuse me?" he said incredulously, rising from the couch.
"You are lying," she said and searched the room again with her gaze. "You're hiding him. Professor, have you seen Harry?"
"I believe what Mr. Malfoy said is correct. I do not take to having Gryffindors gallivanting about my quarters, Miss Granger."
Her mouth fell open a little. "You're both hiding him?"
Her eyes fell to the door that led to Severus' bedroom. Severus quirked an eye, just daring her. She released an incredulous sigh.
"Draco, when you see him tell him we are going to have a nice long talk and that he should probably start warding everything in his room."
"Threats, Hermione?" the blond said, looking smug again.
She sniffed. "He should be thankful I'm giving him warning at all," she said, closing the door behind her.
"I am liking that girl more and more," Draco said as Harry emerged from beneath the desk.
Rather than come around, he plopped himself in Severus' lap.
"You don't have to live with her."
"What did you do?" Severus asked again.
Harry shook his head. "I'm not telling you."
"Oh." Severus said, making both Draco's and Harry's faces twitch. "I suppose if not even the great Hermione Granger can threaten you into compliancy, I shouldn't try either."
"Are you being sarcastic?"
"When is he not sarcastic?" Draco quipped.
Harry heard the distinctive sound of the lock in door sliding into the jamb. He suddenly decided that being in Severus' lap was probably not the best vantage point.
"Scared, Potter?" he said, resting his hand on his hip.
"Fuck yeah, you sadistic bastard."
"Why is it that when I said that you told me 'you wish?'" Draco whined.
"Is that even a question?" Harry said, leaning back into the desk though the fact that Severus was between his legs sort of impeded any escape route.
No, Draco couldn't really perfect that eat-you-alive-and-spit-you-back-out look quite like Severus. Not to mention the man bloody well loomed.
"One last chance, Harry," he smirked, drawling the name and hovering over him so that Harry had to arch his back painfully over the wood. "You don't want to tell me why Miss Granger intruded into my quarters to serve justice to whatever misdemeanor you accomplished?"
Harry didn't even have to think about it. "Definitely not now."
Severus' smirk widened.
o.O.o
"This isn't fair," Harry cried an hour later.
Severus gave a dark chuckle. "Deal with it."
Harry squirmed against the bonds, knowing they would not give, that there was not a centimeter of space to grant him reprieve. He tried once more to pull his knees together, to gain some blessed friction, but the invisible snares around his ankles did not give, tight enough now to be painful. Though he did not notice. He hit his head against the wall, delighted when the stars dancing around his head gave him a moment of peace from the image burned across his retinas.
Severus had Draco tied to the bed and not with the measly, magical bonds that cemented Harry to the wall but with real satin cords that hung from the canopy like shiny snakes. Two green cords captured Draco's wrists, keeping his shoulders stretched. His forehead was pressed in the bed and low keens were pulsing from his mouth, which Harry could not see. His view was full of Severus' fingers riding the boy's prostate, slipping in and out of the puckered flesh, dripping with the precum swiped from Draco's cock.
Severus sat beside him with his legs crossed, watching Harry with a stoked gaze. The fingers stroked in and out, and Harry could see Draco's abdomen move with the motion, Severus' other hand at his neck keeping him gently pinned. Draco raised his hips, wailing for more, but Severus smirked, keeping the pace torturously slow, a spell around the base of their cocks keeping both of them from climax.
"He's waiting for you, Harry," Severus said with a smile that could almost be considered kind.
Harry moaned, trying to thrust his hips, but the spell was too tight and restrictive. His prick hurt. There were black spots dancing around his vision. He gritted his teeth.
"Draco, I don't think he's coming for you," he said with a smirk.
"You bastard," Harry cried, his voice hoarse, the muscles in his stomach painfully tight.
"If you can still speak then you can tell me what I want to hear."
When Harry remained silent, not even defiantly, just trying to catch his breath, Severus added another finger and hooked it. Draco screamed into the mattress, his feet kicking at the ruined covers to gain ground.
"Draco, why don't you try calling out to him?" Severus hummed in his ear.
"Harry," Draco said breathlessly, and the Gryffindor felt his chest seize. "Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry," he said, starting a litany.
"God, Severus, please."
"As delicious as your begging is, it is still not what I want to hear."
Harry swallowed but the reservation he had against allowing the Slytherins to use his prank against him was drowned in the whispered exaltations of the blond squirming with his lover's fingers up his arse. Still, he had some decorum.
"Don't… use it… against Ron," he said between groans.
Severus stood up, leaving Draco bereft and slipping. He approached Harry, who would have hung limply if the bonds didn't pull him so cruelly flush against the wall. Severus leaned over him, palms to either side of his hips, not touching. Just breathing so damn close that Harry's entire body shuddered for touch.
"You are not in a position to bargain, Mr. Potter," the man drawled, nosing his jaw in the air over Harry's neck.
Harry bared his throat, his adam's apple bobbing with his crude swallows, chest heaving.
"But I shall indulge you."
The bonds dissolved, and Harry collapsed, unable to find his feet. His hands went immediately to his cock, but Severus captured them, delighting in his feral growl.
"We wouldn't want to leave Mr. Malfoy all by himself, would we? He gets lonely easily."
Harry felt his clothes being ripped off and couldn't care that it was by spell rather than by hand. It was quicker that way. He was moving out of his garments, which obliged him intelligently. At the same time, he stalked to Draco. He was right at the edge of the bed, trying to lean up.
Harry pushed him back down, tenderness gone in a fever of arousal. His hand splayed his belly, reaching beneath his cock to pull his hips higher. He sheathed himself in one movement, gasping at the sensation. For a moment, he couldn't move. Draco trembled beneath him and spread his knees. His hands stretched above him, he had no way of steadying himself, his forehead the only means of keeping him in place.
Harry tugged him back, burying his prick deeper. Draco let out a gasp, hands clenching in the restraints. Harry leaned and kissed his spine, mesmerized by the way the sweat pooled and trickled up his neck, the glossy finish that could have been half visible wings. He pulled out and went in, keeping his waist snug against his arm and hips. He smiled when Draco let out a mutilated moan.
There was a bite on his shoulder, and he abandoned all pretense of control. His hand pushed on Draco's neck, and he slammed into his arse. There were hands traveling up his back, nails finely scoring salty flesh. They went down and pulled up the globes of his arse as he moved, thrusting heavily into his other lover. They kneaded harshly. Severus pressed his teeth into a line across his shoulder, taking nips that were only halfway gentle.
He bent forward, chest across Draco's back, unable to bear it any longer, and came with a low-pitched scream. The muscles clenched around him as Draco came a moment later, captured by the sound of Harry's cry, which might have been a declaration of war. They panted, Harry's cock still inside and Draco still tied to the canopy.
Beyond exhausted, Harry looked over his shoulder to see Severus' hand retreating from his trousers, coated in cum. The expression on his face was satisfied and smug. Harry pulled out of Draco, who sighed, allowing his hips to sink. Mutely, he strode to Severus and took his hand.
The man watched him warily until Harry brought the hand to his mouth. Severus watched amazed as he took the finger in his mouth and sucked, performing the same gesture, though not as stunning as that first swipe and swallow, with the others.
Severus' hand was hardly clean but the pearly strands were gone, and he was left with just stickiness. Harry stared at it a moment as if searching to make sure he had done a good job then nodded.
"Keep your cum in me or Draco," he said firmly and without waiting for a response, stumbled back to the bed to untie Draco.
Severus stared after him with his jaw hanging open.
"Severus?" Draco called impatiently. A sleepy gaze beckoned him irritably to the bed, where Harry had already spooned around him.
Severus didn't know when lust and care turned into love. He didn't know if he believed in love, but the sudden revelation that he couldn't live without them didn't leave him with the pit of fear that he expected. Though it was a frightening thought, one that come morning he would probably write off as postcoital exuberance, it made him feel warm rather than cold. Safe rather than lost.
He stripped out of his robes and crawled into bed, pushing Draco between them. The blond was happy to lay his head on his shoulder, intertwining their legs and wrapping an arm around his waist like a child. Harry was already asleep, nestled against Draco's back, his knees curved into the indention of his legs.
Severus took off his glasses, which had somehow made it through all that chaos. He turned off the light. The light in the antechamber was still bright, and his eyes adjusted to the dark blurs that made up his lovers.
His lovers. His boys. His beautiful, beautiful boys.
o.O.o
"So," Draco said, blowing across the top of his tea. "Tell us what dastardly deed had you so prepared to resist Severus' unbearable torture, my love."
Harry sent him a look. There were back in the study, the Saturday morning not shining as brightly in the dungeons but filling them with a sense of lethargy all the same. Or that could have been the sex. Harry set down his cup.
"You have to swear you won't use this against Ron."
Draco held a hand over his heart. "On my Slytherin honor."
Harry gave him a dubious look before transferring his gaze to Severus. The man had already given his word last night. He gave Harry a wry expression and continued drinking his tea. Harry sighed.
"He made a… comment that I didn't find funny and I transfigured his underwear into harnesses."
"That's not so bad," Draco said.
"Leather harnesses, the kind I really don't either of you to get stuck in your heads."
Draco ogled him a moment before busting out laughing. Severus grimaced.
"I did not need that image."
"At least I made it just his underwear and not his entire dresser."
"Well, won't he just not wear underwear?" Draco said, amused.
Harry scratched his chin. "I might have added a spell that made it not come off. It's not like you'd notice!" he said when Draco started laughing again. He hit him with a cushion. "He'd just wear his clothes over it. I don't see why Hermione had to chase me all over the school. The spell would have broken in a few hours anyway."
"What did the git say?" Draco asked, trying not to cry.
Harry's cheeks went red, and he mumbled something out.
"Pardon?"
"He said I probably let you spank me, but he was just being a git because I said that Hermione has him on a leash. Which she does," he stressed as if to prove his innocence.
"That's actually a really good idea," Draco leered.
Harry gave him a stare. "No," he said pointedly.
"Would you let Sev do it?" Draco asked curiously.
Harry's stare darkened just a bit. "No, I would not."
"You are rather sensitive on this subject," Severus said.
Harry was silent a moment, though Severus was relieved to say he didn't look offended. "I have a bad experience with it, yes."
"Father said whippings were crass, muggle ways of teaching their children to behave," Draco said distastefully.
Harry seemed thoughtful. "I could not imagine striking a child but I've never had children so I'm hardly one to say."
"Was it not your muggle uncle who disciplined you?" Severus asked.
Harry frowned. "I don't know if that's what you'd call it," he said slowly. "There was a boy down the street who hung around my cousin. And his jollies were… disciplining me," he said. "So I can honestly say I don't the idea."
"Oh," Draco said.
"If I may," Severus said diplomatically. "Your aunt and uncle allowed this behavior?"
"Severus, you've seen my memories," Harry reminded him.
Severus fought a wince. He had never expected that he would regret treating Harry so cruelly. "That was your monster of a cousin not…"
"My monster of a cousin's parents," Harry finished with a wry look. "Yeah, they allowed it, but it's not really something that bothers me anymore. I mean, they never hit me, and I didn't end up damaged or anything."
There was an awkward silence, which Draco used to lean over and kiss him.
"What was that for?" Harry said in a surprised voice when he parted only a moment later.
"Because I wanted to."
"I don't want you to feel sorry for me, Draco."
"I don't," he assured. "I'm just happy you're here and you're you."
Harry blushed and ducked his head, which Severus had to admit was very attractive.
"Er, thanks," he said awkwardly and pushed his glasses up.
Draco lied across his lap contentedly, nursing his tea. Harry gave him a rather bemused expression before holding the back of Draco's calves, settling with the weight. He grabbed the cushion he had smacked him with and offered it for his shoulders, which made Draco's eyes brighten.