HP fic: Admittance, ch. 8: Snooping [Snape/Harry, adult]
Title: Admittance Chapter 8, "Snooping" Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Snape/Harry Rating: adult Warnings: infidelity, 69, Legilimency during sex Summary: Draco does stupid things when he panics. Of course, Harry isn't exactly being smart about things either.
Harry paused for a few moments outside Snape's door to straighten his hair and take a few deep breaths. He had planned his timing carefully, having left work early on an afternoon when he knew Draco had plans to meet Blaise for drinks. Since Harry and Blaise had never warmed up to one another, Draco hadn't been at all surprised when Harry begged off joining them.
He wasn't supposed to arrive at Snape's until later. He'd claimed he wanted to stop by only for a moment on the way home from work, to borrow that book on poison inks; an epidemic of hives had broken out at the Ministry among Aurors who had studied a particular parchment. Snape likely believed the request to be a transparent excuse to visit -- which it was -- but for that very reason, he would likely have come home early to prepare.
Harry's real motive was to ask Snape the questions he doubted Snape would answer with Draco nearby. He was determined to learn what his onetime Potions professor knew about Lucius Malfoy, but Snape had made it clear that he wouldn't say anything too negative or too personal about Lucius in his son's presence. Of course, Snape might be more likely to talk if Harry applied a bit of... persuasion, hence Harry's agitation as he prepared to knock on the door.
Perhaps it was somewhat dishonest not to have told Draco where he was planning to go, since Draco would very likely have ditched Zabini to accompany Harry to Snape's. But Harry considered this meeting to be for Draco's benefit. He needed to know what Snape knew, and if that required both privacy and bribery, so be it.
As he raised his hand to the knocker, he became aware of voices coming from inside Snape's flat. "...only going to succeed in alienating him," Harry heard Snape say. "If you truly came here for my advice and not to try to involve me, I advise you to back off before he does something irrevocable."
"That was your advice when I did not interfere with his plan to live with Potter!" Involuntarily Harry took a step back. That was Lucius speaking! He stepped close to the door again, but the sounds were indistinct; the men inside had lowered their voices. Quickly he dug into the pocket where he kept a recent gift from Fred and George, their latest improvement on Extendable Ears: a tiny device that looked like a fashionable ear clip and broadcast directly into the listener's ear. The Ministry was considering purchasing dozens of them for Aurors on undercover assignment. "...not about a broom, and don't think I don't know that you've been spending time with Draco as well. I've always believed that I could trust you, Severus, but I cannot fathom your plan this time."
"Must I have a plan?" Snape's voice was almost a growl.
A brittle laugh from Lucius. "Let's not lie to each other after so many years. I know you too well to think you would not have something in mind. I assume that you've shagged Potter by now?" Harry gasped at that. Had Lucius known, or was it simply a lucky guess from decades of familiarity with what Snape liked? Distracted, his mind whirling, he missed some of what Lucius said next. "...asked you more than once."
"I told you then that it was impossible, and nothing has changed in the interval," Snape sounded as uncompromising as he ever had. "I cannot do as you ask."
What could Lucius be asking for? For Snape to do something to arrange Draco's cooperation, perhaps through Harry -- seducing him away from Draco, for instance? That seemed a reasonable possibility. Or perhaps something worse? A potion to ensure Draco's compliance? Harry frowned. Snape's response indicated that he was unwilling to accede to Lucius' demands.
"Severus." Lucius' tone was low and seductive, and hearing it, Harry felt his stomach do funny things. Was Lucius touching Snape? Did Snape want him to be? Then how could he and Draco... Harry didn't even want to think about that. "You know that I'm going to win. Draco may be very clever and charming, but he's no match for me. With your help, I can make this as painless as possible for everyone involved. I can't fathom what you see in Potter but you're welcome to him if you want. I only want him out of the way."
"Potter is not in the way. You seem to believe that Draco is refusing you because that is what his lover wishes, but this isn't a question of sexual exclusivity. Having been a part of a war based on pureblood dogma -- which his side lost, I might remind you -- Draco does not want to perpetuate the line you offer him, biologically or ideologically."
"He's distracted. As I was once distracted, as I'm certain you recall. But do you really believe that either of us would have been happy, Severus, living as outcasts? You'd gone to so much trouble to fit in. And I would not have this child who means everything to me now. Once Potter is out of the way..."
"If it weren't Potter, it might be Zabini or someone even less suitable. Potter, at least, has no interest in your money -- what would you say if you convinced Draco to marry a pureblood and he chose the Weasley girl? Do you want that family to have their hands all over the Malfoy estate?"
Harry couldn't stand another moment of listening, trying to guess how much of this Snape meant or what Draco's father would say next. He pounded on the door. There was a pause, then footsteps along the hallway. At the last moment he slipped off the Listening Ear and tucked it into his pocket; being around the Ministry frequently, Lucius might recognize it, and Harry didn't want it obvious that he had been eavesdropping.
"Potter," said Snape flatly, holding the door open only a crack and with his own body blocking Harry from entering. "This is not a good time. I have a business client."
But behind him Lucius said in a silky voice, "Is that Harry? What a surprise. Ask him in, Severus." With a grimace Snape let the door swing wider and let Harry inside, motioning him towards the sitting room. "Come for a visit, have you?" Lucius was standing in the center of the room, dominating it as always, his hands clasped on the head of his walking stick and his mouth curled into a condescending smile. "I wouldn't want to interfere with you and Severus having a nice chat, so I shall simply go on my way."
"Actually, I came here to borrow a book," Harry said as evenly as possible. "I'm sure you've heard about the poisoned parchment causing all the problems for the Aurors. Snape told me he had a book on poison inks that might help."
"Discussing Auror business outside the office?" Lucius inquired just as smoothly. "You should be careful, Harry -- the Ministry frowns on that, as I'm sure you know."
"Yes -- I'm sure I'll get in at least as much trouble as Dolores Umbridge did for releasing a list of known and suspected werewolves to the Daily Prophet." Umbridge, of course, had not even received a formal reprimand. "I'll tell Draco you said hello. He and Blaise went to check out a new Muggle gay club that Blaise discovered, but he knows I hate dancing."
Lucius looked like his face might crack in his effort to keep the unruffled smile in place, but Snape -- who had stepped around as if he thought he might need to put himself between them to prevent a fight -- twitched his nose once and Harry knew that he had very nearly made Snape laugh. "We'll talk again soon, Severus," said Lucius, eyes still fixed on Harry. "Please do consider what I said."
"I might say the same to you." Lucius' glare shot over to Snape, but after a moment it had softened into a sort of calculated study, and Harry felt nervous again. Whether or not Snape had admitted to Lucius that there was something going on between them, Lucius seemed quite certain of the fact. He would probably owl Draco about this chance meeting at Snape's flat before Harry had even returned home. At least it was unlikely Draco would get the message until later; an owl to him right now would go to their flat, it would be too well-trained to make a delivery in a crowded Muggle business. Lucius gave a curt nod that included them both and stalked out. The front door slammed behind him.
"You came to borrow a book?" Snape's voice was skeptical.
"I did, actually. I thought that information on how to make some of those inks might help us to determine what is causing the problems." Harry stepped over to the bookshelves and started to run his finger along the row of leather-bound tomes, searching for the one he had seen on his first visit to Snape's flat. Snape stepped up behind him.
"It's on the second shelf from the floor, far left."
Harry squatted down and looked. "Oh yes." He pulled it out. "Gloves, you said, when reading?" He leaned back just slightly and turned his head, looking up at Snape with his mouth only a few inches from Snape's groin and placing a hand on his leg, making a show of needing to balance himself. Snape reached down and touched his hair.
"Maybe I didn't just come to borrow a book." Harry smiled a little, letting Snape reach down and draw him to his feet. But when he leaned in, expecting Snape to kiss him and more than ready for it to overwhelm him -- to make him forget everything that was bothering him -- Snape stepped back.
"How much of that conversation did you overhear?"
"What makes you think I overheard any of it?"
"Draco and Blaise went to 'check out a new Muggle gay club'?" Snape's lips twitched again.
"He really is with Blaise! Having drinks somewhere. Not at a club, I don't think, but I could have come up with that on my own. It's just coincidence you mentioned Zabini." Blushing faintly, Harry admitted, "All right, I did overhear some of it. Starting with you telling him you couldn't do what he asked, and then the whole business about me not being his problem. What did he mean, Draco is distracted as Lucius was once distracted?"
Snape looked hard at him and sighed. "You're not going to give up on this."
Harry should have known it would be difficult to fool Snape. "No, I'm not." He tried to reach into Snape's thoughts, but they were tightly shut against him.
"Persistent little skrewt," Snape muttered. He gestured to Harry to sit down, which Harry did, carefully placing the book on a table. He had chosen Snape's rather battered sofa, but Snape did not seat himself next to Harry. Instead he settled onto an uncomfortable-looking chair across from him, grimacing. "Some of it you've already guessed, I'm sure. Lucius and I have ties that go back to our school days. We were both in Slytherin, as you know, and although he was already a prefect when I started at Hogwarts, we eventually became very close friends."
"You were lovers." Harry stated it baldly, waiting for Snape's acknowledging nod.
"Not then. While I was young when... there is no need to retread any of that. What was equally important was that, although he knew about my background, Lucius never treated me the way certain others did." Harry cringed inwardly, knowing that Snape was speaking of Sirius and his father. "I'm certain you must have noticed while you were a student at Hogwarts that what is dismissed as a prank by a Gryffindor may be treated as worthy of expulsion for a Slytherin. Lucius gave me an education on the politics of what are considered Dark Arts versus what are considered mere wizard wheezes. He loaned me books from his family library that I could never have tracked down on my own. As I am sure you are aware, his generosity toward family and friends is as notable as his lack of charity toward those with whom he disagrees."
Something was trying to surface in Harry's mind, something about Lucius' family that someone unexpected had said... Slughorn, that was it! "How did his father die?" he interrupted Snape.
Snape stared, and for a moment Harry could read the shock in his eyes before the mask of Occlumency came down. "Dragon pox," he said shortly. "Surely Draco has told you?"
"That's what Draco thinks," Harry replied. "But I remember from back at school, Draco was furious he wasn't part of the Slug Club. He asked whether Slughorn had known Abraxas, and Slughorn said something about how strange it was to die of dragon pox at his advanced age."
Snape shrugged. "Unusual does not mean impossible. In any case, it is irrelevant to the present purpose."
Harry was not so sure of that, but he let it go for the moment. "So Lucius was kind to you."
"Kind? I suppose so. I was never popular at school, but when Lucius was there I was tolerated. After he had taken his N.E.W.T.s and left, he remained in touch. He made my life bearable." Snape's face was rigid as he spoke and Harry wondered if he had ever admitted it in so many words before. "He sent for me during school holidays and had me stay at Malfoy Manor with him. During those summers he suggested that I might be interested in achieving more than seemed likely if I followed a traditional path after school. Of course I listened to him, and he introduced me to several people, among them Bellatrix Black, his fiancée's sister."
Harry had jumped to his feet without realizing it. "She killed Sirius! She's a..."
"Sit down," said Snape loudly. "I am very well aware of what she is, and your feelings about her. Nevertheless, she was considered quite a catch at the time Malfoy introduced us. And she was prominent among the Dark Lord's followers."
If Snape had had any sort of relationship with Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Harry fervently did not want to know. "Fine. Lucius helped you," he said coldly, sitting back on the sofa. "What was he asking you to do, before, that you kept saying you wouldn't?"
"Lucius has given me many favors over the years." Snape's gaze brushed over Harry's face, his eyes opaque. "He has asked me to do one for him now in return, but there are a number of reasons why I have demurred."
"I got that, but what is it he wants?" Anger was growing in Harry's gut at Snape's evasion.
"You know what he wants," Snape said.
"A Malfoy heir, but what are you supposed to do about it? Slip Draco some sort of potion to make him more tractable?" Harry threw out one of the ideas that he had had earlier.
The word hung in the air between them. Harry swallowed. He hadn't wanted to acknowledge that Lucius would go quite so far as to coerce his son through magical means. Perhaps the man thought that would be more humane than locking Draco up in Malfoy Manor until he agreed to marry, but if so he was wrong. "But... but... that's illegal," Harry sputtered.
The look Snape gave Harry was not so much surprised as contemptuous. "The man was a Death Eater, Potter; entirely of his own choice, unlike some. He considers this a matter of his family's survival. As you know very well, it is his wish to bend Draco to his will in this matter without destroying the close relationship they have always shared."
"Then why haven't you warned Draco?" Harry demanded.
Snape sighed in frustration. "Because he would not believe me. And if you attempt to tell him that his father would resort to coercion to sway him, you might find that he will choose to believe his father over you as well." Harry didn't like that idea, but he had to admit it was probably true.
"But you've refused to make such a potion for Lucius." Harry squinted at Snape. "Why? Because if it were somehow discovered you would be at risk of prosecution by the Wizengamot?"
"That is one reason. I have no wish to be examined by them again." Snape shifted in his chair. "Nor do I think that Lucius' plan is viable. The Docility Draught ensures amenability in the one who drinks it, but only on a temporary basis -- twenty-four hours at most. He would have to arrange for Draco to be dosed daily for months, perhaps years, until an heir was born. Not impossible, but the longer a potion needs to be administered, the greater the chance of it being discovered. However, I am concerned about the other alternatives Lucius might consider if I continue to resist his present requests."
"Could you fake it?" asked Harry. "Like you did for me with Umbridge and the Veritaserum? Make one that wouldn't work?"
"How long would Lucius be fooled? He would discover the deception and any influence I had with him would be destroyed. He would likely set out to ruin me along with Draco."
Harry was beginning to think that Draco's plan of leaving the country might make sense. Would he have to move away from everyone who mattered to him? "There must be something Lucius has done that we could use against him -- some threat," he said aloud. "Do you think he killed his father?" Snape's expression froze. "Come on, Severus, you admitted yourself that dragon pox is an unusual disease to strike an adult, and Slughorn made it sound suspicious. The real question is why Lucius would have done it. There would have to have been some overwhelming reason, but I think I have an idea what it might be."
Taking a deep breath, Harry said, "You pointed out the other day that the pureblood family lines are mostly losing strength, and you said that some of those families have used artificial means to ensure their continuation. When Draco dragged me off to visit his parents the first time, I saw the row of family portraits and there were some interesting differences in the faces. What if Abraxas Malfoy was not Lucius' father?"
Snape's face hardly seemed to move a muscle, which might have been because he found Harry's suggestion so completely without merit that he would not even dignify it with a frown, but Harry suspected otherwise.
"Lucius was the only son and heir to Abraxas, just as Draco is to Lucius," Snape said calmly at last. "Even if one were to speculate -- assuming that what you propose is true -- why would Lucius have perceived Abraxas as such a threat that he would have taken his life? He stood to inherit everything Abraxas had, whereas if he had been convicted of parricide, the consequences not only for himself but for all purebloods would have been disastrous."
Harry's heart was racing. Not only had Snape not said no, he'd handed him the reason. "Just like Draco -- that's what you said. And I heard what he said, before I knocked -- Lucius thinks Draco is distracted as he was once distracted. If the child Abraxas had accepted of necessity as his son and heir was refusing to perform his proper role in the family..."
Snape's face abruptly closed off. "You are making very dangerous suppositions. Lucius has left you alone thus far at least in part because he does not perceive you as a threat. He might want you removed from Draco's thoughts, but he has acknowledged that Draco's refusal to consent to marry has more complicated causes than his relationship with you. You do realize that a challenge to Lucius' legitimacy constitutes a challenge to Draco's as well? Do you think he will stand by you if you call his father a fraud and a murderer?"
"His father is a fraud and a murderer, whether I'm right about this or not." Harry tried to force calm into his voice that he didn't feel. Snape was right; if Harry said any of what he was thinking to Draco, it would more likely trigger a furious argument than give them a weapon to use against Lucius. Getting up, he began to pace. "Severus, I know you know more than you're saying and I can't figure out who you're protecting. It isn't as if it would be devastating to you if Draco and I broke up. You'd just have us separately instead of together. And you don't want to do what Lucius asks, but you're hiding whatever he's done..."
Harry stopped. If Abraxas Malfoy had not died of dragon pox but of something that mimicked its symptoms, then it was likely that he had been poisoned... by someone who knew a potion that could mimic the symptoms. And there was a book on poison inks sitting right on the table. What easier, more innocent-appearing way than to send a letter written in deadly ink? If the poison didn't act immediately, no one would have any cause to suspect that simply handling the letter had caused Abraxas to become ill.
He looked at Snape, hoping desperately to be wrong. "Lucius asked for your help then, too, and you gave it to him. Didn't you? It's yourself as well as him that you're protecting." Even as he spoke, he realized that it could be dangerous to make this accusation, but he did not believe that Snape would do him any harm.
"I played no role in the death of Abraxas Malfoy." Snape sounded composed, but Harry could see the skin of his knuckles white as he clenched the arm of his chair.
"Then why does this conversation upset you so much?"
Snape pressed his lips together, flexed his fingers and appeared to come to a decision. "Lucius and I had what I believed to be a hypothetical discussion of the poisons in question," he said. "I have no proof that he obtained one. I certainly did not make it for him. The only 'help' I gave him was in never mentioning that conversation to anyone. As you guessed from that comment of Slughorn's, there were rumors of foul play when Abraxas died so unexpectedly, but few suspected Lucius. He was the Malfoy heir and would have come into that fortune soon enough. When he married Narcissa Black less than a year later, it ended any gossip. Only a handful of people with reasons to dislike him -- like his former Head of House -- remembered that there had been questions."
Little of this made sense to Harry, though his primary emotion, surprisingly, was relief that Snape had not been involved in the murder of Draco's grandfather. "If Lucius intended to marry Narcissa, I'd expect his father to have been thrilled! Even if he'd disliked the Blacks, they had old money and ties to Slytherin. Why would Lucius have needed Abraxas out of the way?"
"Because Lucius had no intention of marrying Narcissa," Snape explained irritably. "Abraxas treated him very much the way he is treating Draco now, except that Lucius was never as close to his father as he is to his son. Draco's grandfather was a cold man. He changed his will and the terms of the entailment of Malfoy Manor to make it conditional on the birth of an heir. Lucius was unaware of that change until after his father's death."
Had Abraxas been so concerned about Lucius being distracted by Snape that he had imposed this condition on all future generations? Harry thought that might make Draco's grandfather even more despicable than Draco's father. But there still might be more. "If Lucius was his offspring. There must be ways to find out. Even the Muggles can test for..."
"Even if Lucius was not the child of Abraxas Malfoy, he inherited the bloodlines of the ancient and noble houses through his mother. Draco is right to think that such an inheritance comes with a price. His parents had a difficult time producing a child. Lucius knows that he cannot be certain of having another, with Narcissa or anyone else. It is imperative to Lucius that Draco become the man he has raised him to be."
Harry's breath caught in his throat. "There has to be a way we can stop him."
"As you overheard, I have been doing what little I can to persuade Lucius to let events take their course. You may not be happy to acknowledge it, but it's by no means impossible that Draco will choose to do as his father wants. Lucius knows this -- it is, after all, what he did himself." Snape looked pensive. "I can refuse to make a Docility Draught for him, but that is no guarantee that he will not find someone more willing. To block Lucius altogether... he is my oldest friend, and I know that he is doing what he thinks right and necessary for his family and his son, though I do not agree with his methods."
There was a warning in Snape's tone, making Harry realize that Snape would never allow him or Draco to harm Lucius, though he had not really considered it. He swore hopelessly. "Leaving Britain may be Draco's best choice. Though he hasn't really thought it through and realized what he'll give up if he does. And I'd be giving up my friends, too. We'd only have each other."
"What is Draco worth to you, Harry?" Snape's eyes were intent on his.
Harry didn't even know how to begin to answer that question. "He's... he's the first..." He shook his head slightly, afraid that Snape would laugh at him as Draco often did and tell him he was confusing sex and love, though Snape looked entirely serious. "When Ginny and I broke up, I felt worse than I did when Dumbledore told me I'd either have to kill Voldemort or he'd kill me. She came with an entire family, and I wanted that, all the brothers and cousins and maybe my own children. Even after I knew I wanted to be with a man, I just wanted a normal life and a normal family, but I thought I never would because I was the Chosen One. Until Draco. I suppose he had something of the same problem, being a Malfoy. We fit together, you know?"
"Well," said Snape. "That would seem to answer the..."
"Wait." Harry sat down again heavily. "Draco thinks I'm hopelessly naïve. So do Ron and Hermione, where he's concerned. I was never really sure I'd live this long, and I hated him for a long time. How am I supposed to know what I'll want when I'm forty, or what Draco will want? A few weeks ago I would have said I didn't want anything to do with you either, and now..." He shrugged helplessly. "Draco thinks it's just sex and I'm being stupid if I think it's anything else. But how do I know I haven't got confused with him, too? If we wake up one day in France or America or Australia and decide it wasn't really meant to be, after we've given up everything else..."
"There is no point in second-guessing yourself." Snape's voice was oddly gentle. "That may be what Draco is trying, in his way, to say when he suggests that sex and love should be thought of separately. Enjoy each while you have the opportunity. Make your choices and live with them. Which is not to say that you should never consider the consequences; simply that you cannot live in fear of making a wrong decision."
"No..." Harry dragged out the word, thinking. His mind was racing around in circles and none of them seemed to lead anywhere. He guessed that that was what Snape meant. Looking up, he managed a weak grin. "Can I make a choice now not to worry about any of it for a little while? Will you help me?" Deliberately he left his thoughts open to allow Snape to see what he had in mind.
Snape held his gaze, but he did not come over to him right away. "Is this an attempt to differentiate between sex for pleasure and sex for emotional satisfaction? Or are you using me to try to provoke Draco, to see how easily he will be dissuaded?"
"Neither." Harry gulped. "I don't know what it is." He was more nervous talking about why he came here -- why he wanted this -- than he was asking Snape whether Lucius had murdered his own father. "It's different with you than with Draco or anyone else, and if I want it, and you want it, and Draco doesn't mind, and Lucius doesn't know..." Then he remembered that Lucius did know. "Did you tell him?"
"Of course not." But Snape broke eye contact. "Lucius somehow got the idea that I might help him disentangle Draco from you if I thought you would be my... prize."
Even though Harry had known it, it felt strange to hear Snape say the words aloud. "I'm not a good enough prize?" he joked, then lowered his eyes when Snape shot him a withering look. Toeing the carpet, he asked, "Would you try to disentangle me from Draco if you thought it was a real possibility?"
"If you 'disentangle' yourself from Draco," Snape spat, "it should be because you and he have concluded that that is what you both want -- no other reason. And I want no 'prizes' from Lucius Malfoy or anyone else."
"But you do want me?"
"Potter..." Snape shut his eyes and shook his head, then opened them again and lowered his mental barriers. Harry felt his cheeks grow hot at what he perceived there. He stood up and crossed the threadbare carpet to kneel in front of Snape.
"I want you," he said. "Any way you want, tonight. Without worrying about the why of it." He waited, staring at the row of buttons fastening Snape's robe.
Snape's hand tilted his chin up and then Harry was being kissed, greedily and without finesse; but the kiss lasted only a few moments before Snape broke away and said, "Not like this."
"What?" Harry fought to control the hurt that spiked through him. He had been so sure that Snape wanted him.
"My back," Snape explained. "You may be young, but I am not. This chair is too high for you to be on the floor and me comfortable." He rose, pulling Harry with him, and Harry felt a wash of relief that quickly turned to craving as Snape's lips found his again, bruisingly.
"Bed," Snape muttered when they came up for air, nudging him in that direction. It took them awhile to get there, for Snape did not stop kissing him and Harry's hands were first around his back, then tugging at his clothing, so that they were tripping over half-dropped trousers and catching loose sleeves on the bedroom doorknob. But at last they made it inside, tossing the rest of their clothes in careless heaps at the foot of the bed, where Harry found himself flattened with Snape's fingers linked through his own, pinning his hands beside his head, and Snape's foot stroking along his calf as he licked and sucked and bit at Harry's jaw and earlobe.
"I want to fuck you," Snape murmured directly into Harry's ear, making Harry groan and thrust up mindlessly, "but first I want you in my mouth." After a moment, he released Harry's hands and crawled to the side, turning around, so that his legs were above Harry's head as he reached for Harry's cock. Sliding his hands around Snape's bum to pull him closer, Harry extended his tongue and licked the side of the stiff shaft protruding between Snape's legs. He had to take one of his hands off Snape's arse to push the foreskin out of the way, then wrapped it around the lower part of Snape's cock, knowing he would never be able to take as much into his mouth as Snape could swallow of Harry's.
Snape had started slowly, licking the wetness leaking from the slit and sucking only the head of Harry's cock, but by the time Harry had established a rhythm of sucking and stroking, he had angled his head to take Harry partway into his throat. They both discovered quickly that in this position, thrusting only led to gagging and the threat of teeth, so their hips were still as their hands and mouths moved on one another.
One of Snape's hands was fondling Harry's balls as they pulled up tighter against his body, stretching the skin gently and then teasing behind, dipping down to flirt with his arsehole. Harry groaned over his mouthful and felt Snape's cock quiver under his tongue. He lapped at it greedily, tasting sweat and salt and musk, and was pleased when he heard Snape moaning as well.
Too soon for Harry's liking -- although he acknowledged that it was probably prudent -- Snape let his cock go, and Harry rather reluctantly did the same. Snape swung around once more to kiss him hungrily, rubbing their cocks together. "Legs up, Potter." Harry lifted his knees and held onto his thighs, opening himself wide. He expected Snape would repeat the lubrication charm he had used once before, but instead Snape reached for a jar and dipped into it. "I think you'll like this," he said in a voice like velvet over stone, and nudged one finger into Harry, leaning over him and gazing into his eyes.
The balm felt almost effervescent, tingling cool and pleasant as Snape entered his arse, adding a second finger quickly, then a third. Harry tried to squirm further down, and Snape chuckled. "Perhaps another time." A flash of an image of Harry with Snape's hand in him past the wrist, and Harry whimpered. But that was not what Snape wanted now. Releasing Harry, he started to reach again for the jar.
"No -- let me," objected Harry, sitting halfway up to take the container from Snape, who looked at him with hungry dark eyes.
Slicking his fingers, Harry wrapped his hand around Snape's rigid cock and stroked slowly down and up, down and up, spreading the sweet-smelling balm and drawing a quiet moan from Snape. "Harry..." he murmured. As if it were a signal, Harry released Snape and lay back, spreading himself as widely as possible as Snape's welcome warm weight dove over him. They exchanged one more sloppy, fevered kiss as one of Snape's hands slid possessively around his arse while the other moved the thick cock-head to rub against his hole.
"Want you," Harry heard himself whisper again, and Snape trembled against him as he nodded and began to push inside. It felt different from when Draco fucked him -- neither better nor worse, Harry decided, just different. Maybe it was the intensity in Snape's expression, although Draco could sometimes be just as demandingly passionate. Maybe it was the way that Snape had seen his thoughts and knew his secret desires, but again, Draco seemed to be quite good at guessing what Harry wanted and wasn't saying, even if he didn't use Legilimency to find out.
He put aside comparisons for the moment and raised his legs, hooking them over Snape's back and wordlessly urging him deeper. Snape's hair was falling into his face and Harry lifted a hand to brush it back, tucking it behind his ears though he knew it wouldn't stay, not with the way that Snape was rocking in and out of him. His own cock was aching, hard against his stomach. Sliding his hand between their bodies, he began to stroke it in time with Snape's thrusts.
"Fuck -- Severus," he panted. "So good -- oh fuck yes!" He hissed the last word as Snape changed angles slightly and brushed his prostate, sending little shocks thrilling through all his nerves.
"Wait for me, Harry," Snape grunted and repeated the movement until Harry was writhing underneath him, frantic to come.
"Please," he whispered. The word Sir hung on his lips but he did not say it; they were not playing those roles now, even though Harry knew Draco was right that Snape made him want to bottom in a way he never did for anyone else. He still didn't know what it meant: why the treatment he had despised so much as a student, being condescended to and given orders, was so arousing in an erotic context. Was it because it was done with... affection, was that the word?
It would do, Harry thought hazily, focused on Snape's face to stop himself from ejaculating, wondering where Snape had diverted this intensity for so many years, if he hadn't secretly been shagging someone else. "Harry," Snape muttered again, and their gazes tangled and knotted, nothing in Snape's thoughts now but fucking Harry in dozens of different positions and scenarios, and some of these were not new, Harry realized, some of them went back years -- that was him kneeling on the floor of Snape's office during Occlumency lessons, and that was him on a broom, possibly even younger, body taut as he reached for the Golden Snitch...
He felt Snape go rigid at the same moment he did, felt Snape's climax in his mind at the same moment his fingers grew wet with the hot liquid jetting out of his cock. "Severus," he choked out as the world quivered back into stability around him.
His legs were still clamped tight around Snape's back, and carefully he let them fall away so that Snape could pull out when he was ready to do so. But Snape stayed pressed close against him for a little while, partly supporting himself on his elbows yet still a pleasant weight against Harry's chest, seemingly either not noticing or not minding the stickiness of Harry's spunk rubbing between them.
"Severus," Harry whispered against the dark fall of Snape's hair. He wanted to say something more -- something to acknowledge the connection he felt and couldn't identify. But everything he could think of sounded far too feeble or far too dangerous, so he contented himself with running his hands over Snape's sides and back, the skin slightly damp with sweat now and quivering as he touched it.
Sliding to the side, Snape raised himself up on an elbow and looked down at Harry, moving his fingers down Harry's chest into the whitish puddle streaking his belly and dripping down one side. His expression was slightly wary and his smile almost wistful as he asked, "Is this really worth risking what you have with Draco? He may not mind now, but Lucius will try to convince him that you aren't involved for the long term."
"I don't see how Lucius expects his son to make decisions now that he might regret forever. How can he claim that he does this out of love? Doesn't he understand anything about being sorry?"
For a moment Snape looked pained. "Lucius has always believed in putting mistakes in the past and never considering them again," he murmured. "Have you seen any true remorse about his role in the Death Eaters? He firmly believes that the future will redeem the past. Whatever might have happened with Abraxas, a grandchild will guarantee his immortality... the continuation of his line."
"What about you?" Harry asked quietly. "What do you want?"
"I want nothing that I cannot have." The muscles in Snape's throat worked for a moment, and he added with apparent irrelevance, "You're older, now, than your parents ever were."
"Yes, and older than I ever thought I'd be," replied Harry, puzzled. "What do you mean, you want nothing you can't have? That's rubbish. How can you keep yourself from wanting something? Or someone?" He thought back to when he and Draco had first begun to see each other. Neither of them had really wanted to admit the attraction between them, but it had become impossible to deny. Rather as Harry had recently begun feeling about Snape, except that that hadn't in any way changed or lessened his emotions towards Draco, which confused the hell out of Harry when he thought about it.
Snape looked somber as he spoke. "Surely there must be things you've desired that you realized were too dangerous to dwell upon." Then Harry remembered when he had first discovered the Mirror of Erised, and the only thing he had wanted was to remain there, looking at the image of his parents alive and standing at his side. He nodded shortly. Though he had not believed it at the time, he knew now that Voldemort had indeed possessed the power to bring his parents back from the dead... and that the price would have been far too high.
He looked at Snape's fingers, tracing idle patterns on the skin of Harry's belly. "Do you want Lucius?" he asked, surprising himself. "I mean -- not on his terms. If he was willing to put aside his pureblood obsessions..."
Snape sounded just as startled. "No," he said. "I have not thought... what you are suggesting has not been a possibility for a very long time."
"But you still want him in your life."
"He has been a part of my life since I was a child. It would be foolish to cause an irrevocable break unless I had an extremely compelling reason to do so."
If the Death Eaters hadn't been reason enough, Harry thought, maybe nothing ever would be. "If you had to choose between him and Draco, what would you do?"
"What do you think I've been doing?" Snape's voice was strained, and Harry looked away from the fingers stroking over his skin to meet Snape's eyes. What he saw in them startled him even more. I chose you, you fool. A pang went through Harry and his throat constricted. What had been perhaps an idiosyncracy, a sexual quirk on Harry's part aided and abetted by Draco, something that seemed safe enough to indulge, had suddenly transformed into an altogether different affair.
You're mine. Severus had better realize that. Draco's voice echoed in Harry's head, and he realized that Snape must have picked up on the memory. Belatedly he turned his eyes away, trying to practice the Occlumency that he had never completely mastered. "I'm sorry," he whispered, though he was not sure what for.
Snape drew in a long, shuddering breath, his fingers stilling. "No. I apologize. That was unconscionable of me."
"It was not," Harry argued, perversely defending Snape from himself. "I asked you what you wanted. I can hardly object if you make it clear."
"You are presuming a great deal." The fingers on Harry's belly were curling slowly into a fist, and the voice was condescending if rather forced. "To begin with, I am not looking for someone to share my life. I prefer to live alone. I have no expectation..."
"Severus." Reaching up, Harry began to work his fingers between Snape's, forcing the tense hand to relax. He had rarely thought about what Snape's life must have been like, working as a double agent and waiting all those years knowing that sooner or later, Voldemort would come back and he would have to do it all again... lie to Lucius, find reasons to hate Dumbledore that Voldemort would believe when he saw them in Snape's mind... he had had to hate Harry too. "I haven't forgotten what I owe you. And what everyone does, really."
Snape tried to pull his hand away. "I am not attempting to collect on a debt, as Lucius believes."
"I know that!" One moment they were staring at each other, and the next, they were kissing again, as hot and hungry as if they hadn't just made each other come. This could become an addiction, Harry realized hazily as Snape's arms wound about him tightly. He gave himself up to it, matching Snape kiss for kiss, caress for caress, the excitement building in him once more. Snape's cock was hot and hard against his thigh, and Harry whimpered when Snape drew back, panting.
"You had better go." His face was shuttered again. "You wouldn't want another row with Draco over having come here alone."
"Severus, please," begged Harry. He knew that Snape was right; unless Blaise had convinced Draco to go out clubbing, Draco would be home soon, might be already, and he would guess where Harry was likely to have gone. And Harry had broken his agreement to tell Draco beforehand if he saw Snape alone -- for good reasons, but since they involved Lucius he couldn't explain them and doubted Draco would agree anyhow. Nonetheless he didn't want to leave quite yet. He touched Snape's cheek, traced the line of his jaw. "Please."
Snape did not try to argue again. Moving down on the bed, he kissed Harry's belly as if he had been waiting for an excuse to do so, long hair dragging in the drying puddle of semen there. Shivering softly, Harry moved his hands into the heavy curtain of hair that blocked Snape's gaze. Somewhere he had crossed a barrier; as much as he had once resented Snape's ability to push effortlessly into his mind and share his thoughts, he now welcomed it. He had never known it was possible to be so known to anyone else, and rather than being horrified at what was buried in Harry's fantasies, Snape welcomed them.
"Don't stop," he whispered, then felt Snape's lips ghost over his cock, less the beginning of something than a promise of what was to come, for Snape wasn't finished tasting his skin. The warm mouth dropped to Harry's thigh, sucking. Leaving a mark. Harry quivered as Snape staked his claim. There would be no way to hide this from Draco now, not that Harry had intended to, even if it meant Draco being pissed off at him again.
His fingers brushed along the edge of Snape's ears, all he could reach. Snape murmured, and Harry tucked that bit of knowledge away for the future; there was nothing he could do with it just now, for Snape was turning him over, spreading his legs apart, and tracing a wet line with his tongue from Harry's thigh to his perineum. Harry pushed his cock hard against the mattress as Snape's hands gripped his hips and held him open.
That hot mouth sealed against him, sucking -- Snape was tasting himself in Harry, his tongue pushing through the ring of muscle to lick at the walls inside. Harry let out a shrill, helpless wail; the feeling was so intense and Snape was teasing that sensitive inner flesh with tiny licks and strokes of his tongue, hands gripping Harry's hips to keep him still when he tried to writhe. All he could do was cry out, which he did, loud and long.
When Snape finally lifted his head, Harry thought that he would move up and thrust into him again, and he lifted his hips in eager anticipation. But Snape muttered, "No." His weight shifted off of Harry's lower body. "Turn over. It's your turn." Rolling quickly onto his back, Harry looked up into opaque dark eyes as Snape straddled him, reaching out for the little jar of that wonderful effervescent potion. He felt paralyzed, watching passively as Snape reached to spread the balm on Harry's eagerly twitching cock and moved to press himself down against it, using Harry to open himself. As he moved, eyes locked on Harry's, his thoughts opened as well.
The tangled skein of sexual images shifted and changed as Harry tried to make sense of what he saw. Many included all three of them -- Draco, Snape, and Harry himself -- but gradually Harry realized that the common thread was that regardless of the combination or activities, even when Harry was in a completely submissive position, for Snape it was Harry who was central to his fantasies. Snape rocked against him, Harry's cock now fully seated in that tight embracing arse, and groaned softly. He reached out for Harry's hand and guided it to his own prick, slick with balm and pulsing hotly.
Almost shyly, then, Harry let Snape read his own fantasies. He knew that Snape had seen some of them years before, but that had been illicit; now he was offering them freely. "You do like to feel restrained, don't you," murmured Snape, pressing his knees in against Harry's hips. "Is it lack of responsibility you want? Or does it make you feel safe?"
It was hard to breathe with Snape squeezing his cock deep in the heat of his body and staring so intently at him. "It's... I don't know, both," he gasped out, gripping Snape's cock more firmly. "Don't stop..."
"I have no intention of stopping," Snape promised. He contracted the muscles of his arse rhythmically around Harry's cock and Harry gasped again. "Not until you no longer want it." Harry knew that Snape meant not just right now, tonight, but that as long as Harry wanted Snape in bed, he would be there -- that Snape would not disappear from his life as too many had in the past. Everyone who should have been there for him... there was an ironic fittingness in the idea that it was Snape who stayed.
"The idea of being tied down, told when you can come -- that turns you on so much I don't even need to do it." Snape pinched one of Harry's nipples, and Harry reacted with a jolt of his hips.
There was a distant pounding distracting Harry, driving him on. "Don't want to stop," he panted. He couldn't have said himself whether he meant right now or ever. Was that fair to Snape? Wasn't it exactly what Lucius had done, having his family and keeping Snape as well?
"You are nothing like him." It was strange to hear a spoken response to what had been a private thought. "But you are not like Draco, either. You're stronger than he is..." Snape's voice was ragged, urgent, as Harry arched beneath him, closing his fingers more tightly. "He may not always..."
Harry never heard what Snape intended to say. In rapid succession, he drowned out the words with his own cry, closing his eyes against the overwhelming images from Snape's mind; he felt Snape buck into his hand, tossing his head back; and he heard, incongruously, Draco's voice, "Severus, I know you're here, I need to talk to..."
He blinked, turning his head to see Draco fuzzily outlined against the doorway to Snape's bedroom. Oh, fuck.
"Malfoy." Harry couldn't believe that Snape was able to say it in such coolly chastening tones, under the circumstances. Naked, sweaty, sitting there with Harry's rapidly-softening cock still up his arse. "I will be with you shortly. Make yourself a cup of tea if you like."
"It looks as if I'd better make three cups, hadn't I? But I'll bring them here." There was muted laughter in Draco's voice, to Harry's relief. Perhaps there wouldn't be a row after all. The door banged shut behind him, and Snape looked back down at Harry, brushing the hair from his eyes and reaching to hand Harry his glasses.
"Make tea?" Harry laughed weakly. "We're always sending him off to fetch the food."
"If he refuses to acknowledge a locked door, I refuse to feel any guilt about that." But Snape did, in fact, look guilty.
"What did you mean, I'm stronger than him?"
"You know exactly what I mean." Just then Draco knocked loudly on the bedroom door, and Snape slid off Harry, magically summoning a blanket to cover himself and Harry both. "Come in."
Draco came in wearing a smirk, though he also looked tired and troubled. "I'm surprised at the two of you. No ropes, no paddle..." He handed Harry a cup of tea. "I knew Harry liked the soppy stuff, but you, Severus, are going soft."
Snape raised an eyebrow as he accepted a cup from Draco. "Sometimes such things are more trouble than they are worth, as you must recognize."
"Oh, come on. Plain vanilla sex? It's all right for a quiet evening at home, maybe, but if you're screwing someone else's boyfriend, you might as well do it with gusto," Draco said, neither rancor nor accusation in his voice. "Severus, if Harry were a girl I bet you'd do it in missionary position."
At that Harry choked on his tea. Several minutes of coughing and a quick spell to clean up the spilt liquid -- and a few other incidental messes as well -- later, his intended objection was lost when Snape asked Draco, "Just what was it you needed to discuss so urgently that you barged into my flat uninvited?"
"Oh. That." Draco blushed a bit, and not, Harry thought, about his poor manners. "Well. I wanted to ask -- before I walked in on the two of you making love..."
"Get to the point," Snape growled.
"Yes. Um, I wanted advice. Harry, remember the first time you came home from here hours late, and I asked how you'd feel if I'd done that to you, and you said 'fair was fair'?"
"Sure I remember." For a moment Harry couldn't figure out what that might have to do with their current situation, given that once again he was the one who'd shagged Snape without letting Draco know. Then his jaw dropped. "Did you sleep with Blaise?"
"No, of course I didn't sleep with Blaise!" Draco looked appalled at the notion, while Snape appeared to be trying not to snort. "Blaise had to leave early. And, um." Now Draco looked scared -- miserable, even.
"Fuck. What did you do?" A few weeks ago, Harry thought, the direction in which this conversation was headed would have felt like a nightmare. Now Snape was squeezing his hand beneath the blanket where Draco couldn't see, and Harry had the vague urge to laugh and hug them both.
"Um." This tentativeness did not belong to the Draco Harry was used to at all. "Well, when Blaise left, I hadn't finished my drink, so I thought I'd stay on for a bit."
"Right, okay," said Harry. "Nothing wrong with that. Go on."
Draco's eyes shifted from Harry to Snape and then to his teacup, where he was running a finger along the rim. "Ouch. Severus, your cups are chipped."
"Reparo," Snape said wearily. "You're trying my patience. Either say whatever it is you have to say, or I'm tossing both of you out and going to bed. To sleep." But his hand still held Harry's.
"There was this girl." Draco swallowed.
Harry dug his fingernails into the back of Snape's hand. "A girl? Someone you knew?" he asked automatically, at the same moment he heard Snape speak beside him:
Harry and Draco both looked at him. "What's that got to do with anything!" demanded Harry, perturbed by the question.
"I think we all know it has everything to do with 'anything.' And no, she's not. And yes, I know her a little. From Hogwarts. Though it's not like we were friends -- not even that attractive really. I mean, not my type. I had too much to drink and I kept thinking about what my father wanted and everything you said and... you know I do stupid things when I panic!"
"You fucked someone because you panicked?" Harry asked incredulously, his voice rising. "That's the stupidest thing I've ever..."
"Potter," Snape cut him off. "That is not a particularly helpful observation. Draco, please tell me that you remembered the contraceptive spell I taught every Slytherin sixth-year who passed through Hogwarts while I was Head of House."
Draco shook his head miserably. "I haven't had to use it in years, and I was so distracted that I forgot. I know it was completely idiotic and irresponsible."
He had just preempted exactly what Harry was intending to say. "You..." he spluttered. "I mean, to go out and screw some random girl? What if she gets pregnant? What will you do then?" His voice rose as he spoke.
"I know, Harry. Don't yell at me. It won't do any good, now." Draco put his head in his hands.
"The chance that she would become pregnant from a single encounter is not great, though it is of course possible," Snape mused. "What would be the worst that could happen?"
"She could come demand that I marry her," said Draco in muffled tones. "Ask for child support. Tell her story to the Daily Prophet, or worse, my father. Blackmail me. I don't know."
"Nobody can force you to marry her," Harry snapped. "If she's not a pureblood, you can be sure that your father will give her a fortune to disappear... provided of course that he doesn't have her killed before she can tell her story to the Prophet."
"Would you stop it! My father is not having anyone killed! I know you think he's the most evil man who ever lived, next to Voldemort, but it isn't as if he's used the Imperius curse to make me do his bidding! This isn't..." He caught sight of Harry's expression, then looked at Snape, and his face changed. "You don't really think my father would do that to me," he faltered.
Harry glanced at Snape. "Would you believe me if I told you that I did?" Snape asked.
"Why should I believe you? I walk in on you in bed with my boyfriend, and then you try to tell me..."
"That is precisely what I expected you to say."
"Draco," interrupted Harry. "He was here... your father. I saw him. And I overheard him."
"Oh, you did? And was he talking about his plan to trick me into marrying some pureblood while Severus kept you distracted?" Harry flushed guiltily. "That isn't news to me. I know what he wants. But he's not sneaking a Docility Draught into my wine!"
"That is exactly what he plans to do," Harry retorted. "And you're avoiding the subject of your total stupidity with this girl!"
"Like you've never done anything stupid," flared Draco, his voice dripping with irony.
"I've never slept with a girl without using a contraceptive spell!" Harry glared back.
"Are you angry because I was careless, or because it was a girl, or because I fucked someone else at all?" Draco demanded.
"All three! I know, I said 'fair is fair' and that if you went out and slept with someone without my knowing, I'd accept it since I'd done it too, but it does bother me," Harry had to admit. "I guess I'm less hurt that it was a girl, and more that you can be so careless of your life -- our lives and future." He was calming down a bit now as the news sank in. "Lucius would disinherit you so fast... and you'd still be responsible, Draco."
"I know that. Why do you think I came to ask Severus for advice?"
Snape cleared his throat. "I'm hardly the one to ask for guidance on such a matter." His thumb stroked against Harry's wrist, where Draco couldn't see. "Can I presume that this is the only time you have been so... lax?"
"Yes! Well, I was a little careless with Pansy, but that was forever ago when I thought we'd probably end up getting married. And there was never -- maybe Severus is right and the oldest pureblood families can't reproduce together anymore." Harry had to bite down on his lip before he blurted out what he suspected about Draco's own inheritance. "Maybe this half-blood girl I hardly know will end up being my one chance to have a child and I should be grateful! Do you think my father would really try to harm his own grandchild?"
Draco was getting agitated again and there was no point in answering that question honestly. "I thought you weren't even sure you wanted children," Harry reminded him quietly. "Look. I assume you know how to get in contact with her, or can find out. Maybe you should. Maybe she was smarter than you were and did something to make sure she wouldn't get pregnant. Or maybe she will, once she finds out you didn't use the spell -- there are potions you can use the first couple of days, aren't there?" he asked Snape, who nodded. "Look, I have to ask. Was this really just being stupid, or were you -- I don't know, trying to see what would happen? With me and your father both? Was this like a dare?"
"Would I do that?" Draco couldn't quite manage his usual look of innocence.
"Yes," answered Harry and Snape at the same time. "Although if you want to test me, there would be a lot more effective ways to do that," Harry continued. "Or you could just ask."
"And what purpose would there be in producing an illegitimate, half-blood grandchild for your father?" Snape inquired.
"If that's the only chance at a grandchild he has, he might be more reasonable," argued Draco. "The girl's not a pureblood, but she's not a Mudblood either. Sorry," he apologized when Harry opened his mouth to object. "Not a Muggle-born. Muggle blood two generations back, I think."
"You've given this rather a lot of thought," observed Snape sourly. "It very nearly sounds intentional rather than accidental."
Spreading his hands, Draco said, "I didn't deliberately do it. That's all I can say. Severus, you know my father. If he had the choice -- illegitimate, not-quite-pureblood grandchild, or else none at all, maybe..."
Harry interrupted. "Or forcing you to marry against your will, Draco. A Docility Draught, a love potion, Imperius -- it sounded as if he would really do something along those lines."
"My father would not curse me," said Draco with a certainty Harry wished he could share. "And there's no potion. He didn't honestly think you'd give me up for a broom, did he?" Draco looked sharply at Snape. Then he glanced at Harry. "Oh, that's right," he added slowly. "The broom was for you." The eyes moved warily back to Snape. "A love potion's not as easy to detect as Imperius, is it? Who was the lucky girl going to be, do you know? And you get Harry. Was that the deal?"
"There was never any deal," said Snape in weary anger. "You know me better than that. I find it offensive that your father, yourself, and Harry all believe that my services might have been for sale for such prices."
"But I'm right about the rest, aren't I," said Draco, looking utterly dejected. "And I played right to his plans. I practically shoved Harry at you and now you have this thing going. Don't either of you argue," he added when both Harry and Snape began to object. "I may be stupid but I'm not blind. I know both of you and I know what I walked in and saw tonight. I don't know what you're calling it but that's not just fucking. I've never known either of you to fuck anyone just for the sake of fucking, anyway." Unexpectedly, he grinned. "It's kind of sweet, in a pathetic way."
Harry thought Snape would protest the word "sweet." He said nothing about it, however, instead returning to Draco's earlier question. "I do not know if Lucius has any particular girl in mind. Miss Parkinson is still unmarried, I believe, but there are other pureblood girls of a suitable age as well."
"At least you can be certain your father has no schemes to pair you off with Ginny Weasley," Harry put in.
"That's true." Draco actually managed a chuckle. "He'd probably rather have a bastard half-blood grandchild or none at all than have the Weasleys for in-laws."
The notion broke the tension a little, and Harry gave Snape's hand one final squeeze before saying, "I guess we should go home, Draco. You can't get in touch with this girl, whoever she is, before tomorrow. Maybe it'll turn out that she had better sense than you and there's nothing to be concerned over at all... for now."
"You're leaving?" asked Snape -- disappointed, Harry realized. He and Draco exchanged a look. "If you wish to stay..."
"Only if you make breakfast," said Draco.
Harry expected Snape to object, but he only said, "I do have some manners, Malfoy."
"You are going soft. I knew it," sighed Draco, though he didn't sound particularly distressed. "Maybe if my parents disown me, you can adopt me. We just won't mention the shagging to the Wizengamot."
Snickering, he threw off his shoes and trousers and crawled up between Harry and Snape.