HP fic: Admittance, ch. 12: The Will [Snape/Harry/Draco, adult]
Title: Admittance Chapter 12, "The Will" Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector Fandom: HP Pairing: Snape/Harry/Draco Rating: adult Warnings: D/s Summary: Snape finally agrees that they all have the same goals, but there are other complications to deal with.
By three in the afternoon, Harry thought that perhaps luck was with him; he'd seen no sign of Lucius Malfoy, and Shacklebolt had sent a note thanking Harry for checking into poisoned parchment possibilities with Snape -- of course Harry had written up a report for the Aurors, in a feeble attempt to prove to Lucius both that he had legitimate business with Severus and that he knew something about poison inks. Shacklebolt had asked him to stop by and chat with himself and Tonks about what he had discovered, and Harry was about to make his escape when an imposing figure positioned itself in the doorway of his office.
"Harry," smiled Lucius as if they were old friends, stepping inside and pushing the door firmly shut with the head of his walking stick. "I'm so glad that we finally have a moment alone to speak."
"Actually, a moment is all I have -- I was just on my way to see Kingsley Shacklebolt," Harry said. "He hopes the..."
"Kingsley can wait. I'll make apologies for you, if necessary." Lucius' smile became less pleasant. "I've been thinking about your plans to teach at Hogwarts, and I've come to the conclusion that it's a fine idea. I imagine it must be uncomfortable for you in London, being gawked at as a celebrity, having your picture taken and your private life made public..."
"Sir, is there a point?" asked Harry impatiently.
The facade of politeness dropped away. "Of course there is. Go to Hogwarts; take Severus with you, if you wish. But you can't really imagine that my son would be happy as a teacher. Surely you noticed how restless he was as a student, waiting to see the wider world? He has a wide social circle and he has always been ambitious. Term doesn't begin for several weeks; give him those weeks to explore on his own and remember the things he has always wanted for himself."
Harry bit back a curse. That morning it had seemed as if Lucius might not have learned that Draco, too, was being hired by Hogwarts; evidently it was too much to hope that they would be able to keep it quiet. "Surely you don't think that I am keeping him from having whatever he wants? Draco is quite capable of making his own decisions. So is Severus." Deliberately he used Snape's first name. "I could hardly force either of them to go with me if they preferred to stay in London and at their present jobs. I am not the one putting pressure on Draco to act as I want him to."
Lucius' expression was set; the handsome features that Draco's so closely resembled were no longer very attractive with the mouth twisted in anger. "If it weren't for you, my son would be living a traditional life -- he would have married already and fathered an heir."
"You think so? Would you have done it if you had any options? Didn't you once think of making a life with someone you loved instead of someone your father chose for you?" Harry was so angry that he nearly accused Lucius of murder outright, but the faint crackle of parchment inside his robes reminded him to be careful. "I can't see why you need to deny Draco what he has told you over and over that he wants -- except that you'd be jealous of your own son, if he might be able to have what you couldn't." He reached into another pocket and grasped his wand, holding it at his side where Lucius could see it; not threatening, but prepared. He stepped around Lucius and put his hand on the doorknob. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I really must go and see Shacklebolt. He's expecting me and I'm already late."
"This is not over, Potter," Lucius hissed from behind him as he opened the door.
Harry's pleasure at Kingsley's gratitude was tempered by the knowledge that he needed to let everyone at the Ministry know that he was leaving as soon as he could get his resignation written. As he returned to his office, he realized that it really needed to be that very day; Lucius knew his plans, and he would certainly tell as many people as possible if he thought it would make life more difficult for Harry. He supposed it was cowardly not to tell people personally, but by the time he had worked out what he wanted to say, it was already late in the afternoon.
Harry charmed a quill to write several copies of his letter and sent them flying through the Ministry's halls as he departed to find Draco. His mood was somewhat flattened -- in part because of Lucius' threat, but in part because any major change was intimidating. He liked many of the people he worked with, if not always the work itself. The Ministry was the heart of the Wizarding world, while Hogwarts was on the periphery. Maybe he would miss it more than he expected.
Draco, on the other hand, was waiting with a wide grin. "I can't say I'm going to miss this all that much," he said, jerking a thumb over his shoulder at Gringotts. "I mean, I've met lots of financiers and people whom my parents insist will be excellent contacts when I'm ready to diversify my investments, but I don't think it's healthy to be cooped up thinking about money all day. Look, I picked up two bottles of very good champagne during my lunch hour and put a cooling charm on them. Should we let Severus know we're on the way or surprise him?"
"Let's just go. I want to get there before your father does." As Draco glanced at him in surprise, Harry went on, "He threatened me. And lectured me. But I do have one piece of interesting news, by way of Hermione -- come on, I'll tell you about it on the way."
"Good news, or bad?" Draco asked.
Keeping his voice low, Harry said, "I'm not sure. We'll need Snape's help to figure it out. But Hermione managed to sneak your grandfather's will out of the records office -- I have it here," he patted his chest, "though I have to get it back to her as quickly as possible. It's definitely been altered, and I'm hoping that Snape can help us date the ink of the changes."
"What does it say?"
"Assuming you don't marry, or don't have children if you do, then the entire estate reverts to the nearest pureblood relative -- apparently, Arthur Weasley." Harry glanced around. "Let's not talk about that here, all right? I'm pretty sure that the last time I went to Snape's, your father was having me followed. I think he's getting desperate."
"He must be, if he threatened you." Draco wasn't looking at Harry; his head was turned away to the side, as if he were checking for spies.
"That's hardly surprising, is it? He's going to push you to come visit them, you know. Or at least to go off without me for a few weeks... he was implying that you'd only take a post at Hogwarts because of my undue influence, and that if you had a chance to think it over without me there, you'd come to your senses." Harry bit his lip. For all his trust in Draco's good intentions, there was still a tiny thread of doubt; what if Lucius and Narcissa did somehow change Draco's mind?
"If I go stay with Severus, and you go to Ron and Hermione's, that would satisfy my father, don't you think?" Draco reached out and squeezed Harry's hand.
"Either that or he'll be certain that Snape has betrayed him and go after you both," said Harry gloomily. Draco hadn't been there, hadn't seen Lucius' face. With an effort, he shook off his doubts. They had arrived at Snape's.
Harry started to knock, but Draco reached out a hand to stop him. "I know his locking spells. Let's surprise him." Furrowing his brow, he concentrated and tapped the lock with his wand. A moment later, after a series of clicks, the door cracked open.
For the first time it occurred to Harry to wonder whether Draco had seen Snape privately since he and Draco had been together, but before Draco suggested inviting Snape to the flat. He doubted it, but it would explain why Draco was accepting Harry and Snape being alone together as his due. Likely he hadn't done it but perhaps he had wanted to, and that had made him more accepting of this unconventional arrangement than Harry would have expected.
Draco must have seen something of those thoughts on Harry's face as they stepped inside and shut the door behind them, because he said, "He won't mind. It isn't like I sneak in regularly but he kept me hidden after we fled Hogwarts -- I don't think he's tried to lock me out since." He looked around. "Severus?" Then, turning back to Harry with a wicked smile, "I don't think he's here yet. Let's take the champagne and wait for him in bed."
Though Harry wasn't entirely sure it was a good idea to ambush Snape like that, he grinned and followed Draco into the bedroom. Draco had already removed his shoes and tie, untucked his shirt and flopped across Snape's bed, and Harry was halfway toward doing the same when he heard the outer door open again. And voices. Not only Snape's, but another one as well.
"...understand your disappointment in me, but it is not my place to interfere."
"But he listens to you." That was Narcissa Malfoy's voice! Draco sat partway up, holding up a hand as if he thought Harry might be able to speak. "He certainly isn't listening to me. What will Lucius do, Severus? If Potter knows..."
"Knows what?" Draco mouthed at Harry, and it was Harry's turn to hold up his hand as he strained to listen.
"How can Potter possibly know anything? He's made some guesses that perhaps are close to the truth of the matter, but he can have no proof. What proof could there be, now, in any case?" Snape sounded caught between impatience and an attempt to be soothing. "Lucius ought simply to ignore the matter... unless he knows of some evidence that I do not. But you would have to ask him about that."
"He won't tell me. All he'll say is that one way or another, Draco will be made to see what he must do." Narcissa's voice rose almost to a shriek. "I'm afraid of what Lucius is planning. I want the best for our son, I want him married to a suitable pureblood girl, fathering children -- but I don't want Lucius to risk everything to make it happen! He's already been in Azkaban once. If he's caught involved in something illegal, whatever his good intentions, he won't get out again."
"No, and under the circumstances, I can't imagine that either Draco or Harry would lift a finger to help him out another time," said Snape. Harry imagined that he might be suppressing a smile, despite the flatness of his tones. "What do you imagine I could possibly do? Lucius did not listen to me when I suggested that he might do better simply to wait until Draco changes his mind again. He's still very young, and the young often grow bored."
Draco made a sudden movement, his mouth opening indignantly. "Shhh," hissed Harry, as low as possible.
"Lucius does not intend to wait much longer. You know what he's like -- he is plotting against Draco, so naturally he assumes that Draco may be plotting against him. There must be something that we can do!"
"I have done what little I can for Draco; I've given him an antidote that may protect him in the not-unlikely circumstance that his father might try to slip Susceptibility Serum, or another such potion, into his food or drink -- an approach that we both know has had proven results for Lucius in the past. You may have to make a choice. If Lucius is not listening to reason, you have the power to stop him, Narcissa, or at least to delay him. You could tell Draco what you know. I believe that Potter may already have told him his suspicions, but that is something quite different than hearing it from a family member."
Beside Harry, Draco had gone very still again, his face white. He hadn't wanted to believe that there was any possibility his father might have done what Harry had suggested, but what else could Snape be speaking about?
"If I threaten Lucius, my life will be in danger as well as Draco's. And yours -- you are the one other person with enough evidence to have him put away. There is no statute of limitations on the crime of which we are speaking. But beyond that, there is nothing I can do. Abraxas made certain in his will that..."
"You can do what I suggested many years ago when Lucius first discovered that Abraxas had changed his will. You can issue a legal challenge to the terms of the entailment. There are other Blacks in the Malfoy family line. You knew when you married that consolidating your families was a compelling passion for Lucius."
"There certainly was little other passion in the affair," said Narcissa bitterly. "As you well know."
"I fail to understand why you have continued to be so reluctant to challenge the entailment." Snape changed the subject in a tone of annoyance. "There was, perhaps, reason when Draco was young. But now -- to break Abraxas' will, or rather to return it to its previous provisions, would be for the best for everyone. Or so it seems to me."
"I would think so as well, but Lucius refuses to discuss it! It's as if he is afraid of something, but I cannot imagine what."
Harry bit hard on his lip. He could imagine -- if Lucius were not Abraxas' son, or suspected it, he would hardly want any kind of investigation into his inheritance rights. He suspected it, and Snape, but evidently Narcissa had no knowledge or even suspicion of that possibility. And he'd never mentioned it to Draco, either, who was looking agitated. Harry put his hand on Draco's arm comfortingly, willing him to stay still.
"Perhaps you should look at the terms of the will carefully, and the previous version, if Lucius has it. That might indicate the problems Lucius foresees in a challenge."
No! Then Harry calmed down. Narcissa could hardly get to those records this very evening, even with the Malfoy connections to expedite the process; the Ministry was closed for the night. He would have time to get it back to Hermione and she could replace the parchment first thing in the morning. Thinking of that, he missed Narcissa's reply, but heard Snape bid her farewell and shut the door, and then the clink of glass on glass.
Leaping off the bed, he opened the bedroom door. Snape stood with his drink in his hand, eyes narrowing. "Mister Potter... and Mister Malfoy," he called, though Draco was not yet visible in the doorway. "Has it never been pointed out to either of you that it is not polite to barge into someone's home with neither an invitation nor a warning?"
"I figured that when you stopped wanting me, you'd change your locking spells," said Draco. "My father threatened Harry at work." Snape's acerbic expression darkened. "Though that isn't why we're here... actually, we came to celebrate our return to Hogwarts. How'd you know we were here?"
"I did not survive as a spy without being able to tell when someone had preceded me into my home," Snape retorted. "I imagine you overheard that conversation with your mother. Harry, what did Lucius say?"
"That he thinks I should go to Hogwarts. He said to take you with me if I wanted, but not Draco. I suppose he found out from one of his cronies on the Board of Governors that we talked to McGonagall, and he's planning to do everything in his power to stop Draco from going with us. And there's something else. Hermione dug this out for me." Harry presented the will to Severus.
Snape took the roll of parchment, glanced at it, then moved into his kitchen to sit at the tiny table, the will spread out before him. Draco leaned over one shoulder and Harry over the other as he read through the spidery writing of the lengthy document.
"Hermione noted that the ink seems different at certain critical places... like where it's required of any heir that he or she marry another pureblood and have children within five years of receiving the estate, or everything reverts to the next closest pureblood kin." Harry tapped his finger on the margin next to that spot. "I was wondering if there's any way to date the changes; the date at the end is far too early, Abraxas must have drawn up the original when Lucius was still a child. It seemed funny to me that he wouldn't have either added a dated codicil or else simply rewritten the thing altogether."
"Not if he didn't want to go through having it rewitnessed," said Snape absently, still reading. "If he'd done that, Lucius might have caught wind that he was altering his will and tried to do something to stop him. Safer just to use magic to alter a few crucial phrases. Miss Granger has a keen eye."
"So is there some way to determine from the ink when the will was changed?" Draco asked.
Shaking his head, Snape said, "I know of nothing precise enough; there's a potion that would indicate it, but only within two years. However," he added when Draco's shoulders slumped, "the simple fact that the will has been altered should be sufficient to contest it. The Wizengamot would certainly look into the matter."
"I'll do it." Draco smacked his open palm down on the table. "I'll talk Mother around. I don't know what Father could be worried about either, and frankly I don't really care anymore. He's being an idiot, thinking that pressuring me to visit them before going to Hogwarts is going to change my mind."
"I have to get this back to the Ministry tomorrow. If Hermione managed to take it for me, your father might try to have someone take it for him, or your mother might be writing as we speak to tell some connection or other that she's coming in to see it." Harry glanced from Draco to Snape. "What would happen if the will went missing? If Lucius had it destroyed, would he then be able to restructure the inheritance any way he wanted? Is there another copy somewhere?"
"Abraxas was not a man to entrust his future to a single sheet of parchment. I would guess that there is another copy in a Malfoy family vault, either at Gringotts or at the mansion," said Snape thoughtfully.
"Then maybe I should go home. If I could find that..."
"No," said Harry and Severus simultaneously. "It's too dangerous," Harry continued.
"Do you understand, Draco, that if the Wizengamot should investigate this will, it might reopen questions about how your grandfather died and the legitimacy of your father's inheritance? Your entire family could lose everything."
"It isn't going to go that far. My mother must have had plenty of money when she married my father -- as she is so fond of pointing out, she and I are the last of the pureblood Blacks. Harry reminded me once that if my father was going to act like a bully, the only thing to be done for it was to stand up to him. He doesn't want this to become a matter for the Ministry. All we have to do is make it seem as if it might, and he'll have no choice but to back down."
"Perhaps," but Snape sounded dubious, and Harry too was unsure. Lucius Malfoy might not want his family dirty laundry aired in public, but neither was he the sort to let something as important as his son's future go without fighting for what he believed was right.
"If you really want to do this, you had better start the wheels turning first thing in the morning. I'll get Hermione to replace the will, but someone official -- and not under your father's influence -- will have to pull it from the files again and keep it safe."
"I know. I'll go to Tiberius Ogden; he may not be Chief Warlock but he's been on the Wizengamot for years. He'll know what to do." Draco stretched up from the stoop he'd been in to read over Snape's shoulder. "Can we leave this be for a couple of hours?" he suggested in rather plaintive tones. "Harry and I came here to tell you that we've both been appointed at Hogwarts... McGonagall sounded much more enthusiastic about Harry, of course, but it's worth celebrating. And we wanted to celebrate with you, Severus."
"Trying to be persuasive again, Mister Malfoy?"
"I could try to be practical instead. If my father found out so quickly that Harry and I are planning to go to Hogwarts, you can bet he found out who wrote us those letters of reference. Probably that you talked to McGonagall, too. He's going to try to make your life miserable if you stay here. No matter what's been between you, you know he won't forgive you for meddling in pureblood family business."
Snape's lips were pressed tightly together and he was still staring at the will. He had managed to preserve his friendship with Lucius through the war and its aftermath... no matter how clearly he saw his old friend's faults and no matter what he blamed him for, it couldn't have been easy for Snape to acknowledge that he'd alienated someone who had been a part of his life for so long.
"That's not why you should come with us, though," Harry said. "You should come because you love Potions. You want the students taught properly even if you have to do it yourself -- you were figuring out shortcuts and improvements when you were younger than most of them. And I think you love Slytherin House too, if you're still arguing Quidditch with McGonagall." Snape showed no outward sign of reaction. Cautiously Harry touched his shoulder. "If you managed to live at Hogwarts that year you taught Defense, so you could do what Dumbledore wanted, you must care enough what happens to his school to go back, even if you think you'll hate it. And we'll be better teachers with you there. And McGonagall will be a better Headmistress. So say you'll do it."
A sigh escaped from Snape's lips. "I'm too old for this," he muttered, barely loud enough for Harry to hear. "Wiping the noses of little boys and girls and keeping the older ones in line at the same time."
"McGonagall was head of Gryffindor until she became Headmistress... are you saying that you haven't as much to give to your house as she did?" Draco demanded. "You know that Slytherin never gets a fair break. I'll be head if I have to, but you'd do a far better job of it. We need you. All of us."
That was what worried Snape, Harry suspected. The same sort of thing that Harry had experienced during the war -- the pressure of being the one that everyone looked to, relied on, could be tremendous. He backpedaled. "We'd love to have you there... but we'll manage without you, if we have to. I don't want you to agree out of some misplaced sense of guilt. Only weigh the good and the bad together, and think that we'd be there to help you just as much as the reverse."
Snape reached up and took Harry's hand in his own, turning to face Draco and grasping his hand as well. "All right," he said, a touch sourly. "Am I permitted to say 'I told you so' when things go wrong, as they inevitably will?"
"Of course." Harry felt a laugh bubbling up inside him. "Of course."
He threw his arms around Snape, who let out a soft grunt of protest, though Harry wasn't really buying it, particularly since Snape's hand slid around his side after a moment. "Just let me put the will away, and we can get the champagne."
"What champagne?" The voice was as irritable as ever, but the dark grumble made Harry feel warm all through these days, rather than making him cold with apprehension.
"The champagne I left in your bedroom in case you decided not to be a git," said Draco cheerfully, elbowing Snape in the shoulder as he turned to get it.
Releasing Snape, Harry moved to the table and began, very carefully, to roll the will carefully inside the waterproof vellum that had been wrapped around it. "Thank you," he said, twisting to look at him. Snape rose as well, leaning in to meet Harry's mouth before going to a cabinet and removing three glasses as Draco came back in with a bottle, already peeling back the wax seal.
"What shall we toast? Oh, I know -- my cousins, the Weasleys. You realize that Charlie and that Czech dragon whisperer he married will probably end up turning Malfoy Manor into a refuge for magical creatures?"
"Charlie Weasley?" asked Snape.
"Seems Hermione figured out that with most of the Malfoys and the Blacks dead or disqualified, Arthur Weasley may be my nearest relative eligible to inherit under the terms of my grandfather's will. And Charlie's the oldest of his children who married a pureblood, even if she is foreign. Can you imagine what my father will say?"
He untwisted the wire and eased out the cork with a soft pop. Harry had always thought that champagne corks were supposed to fly across the room and the wine foam out, but Draco had told him once that was a sign of lack of skill in opening the bottle. Draco paused before pouring. "When's the last time you used these glasses, Severus?"
Snape turned red and failed to answer, instead reverting to Draco's previous question. "I imagine that the possibility of a Weasley taking over the Malfoy estates is precisely why Lucius is so anxious for you to marry."
"You'd think he'd want to change the provisions of the will, if only to forestall any such outcome." Draco shook his head. "I don't understand him at all. Cheers." He set down the bottle on the table and raised his glass. "To us, to the three of us together at Hogwarts."
"Cheers," Harry echoed, and touched his glass to Draco's and then Snape's before taking a healthy swig. As usual, Draco's choice was outstanding -- dry and crisp, with just a hint of underlying fruitiness. The effervescence going down his throat was matched by the joy bubbling up that Snape had agreed to go to Hogwarts with the two of them. He drank again and then pulled Draco in for a lengthy kiss. He felt Snape's eyes on them when he paused for breath, and turned to make just as extended an exploration of Snape's mouth.
Then he withdrew and watched as Draco kissed Snape. He was pretty sure they kissed each other differently from the way either of them kissed him -- there was a rather competitive struggle for dominance, but it was also affectionate -- Harry thought Snape was indulging Draco, letting him win.
All the kissing had made Harry get hard. He moved around behind Snape, reaching across his body to find Draco's arms as he pressed close and nosed Snape's hair aside. "Have you got an erection already?" Snape groaned softly, pushing back against when Draco released his mouth, but it wasn't an unhappy groan in the least.
"I say we take the champagne into the tub and drink it there," said Draco.
"My tub isn't really large enough for three," Snape pointed out.
"Unless one of us is sitting on top of the other two. Or standing over the other two. Which can be arranged. Though if you'd rather just get Chinese takeaway and discuss our teaching plans..."
Snape had heard enough. "Get in the bathroom, Malfoy. You too, Potter."
Harry grabbed the champagne and Draco made a slight detour into Snape's bedroom to pick up the second bottle. Snape seemed to be waiting until they were there and undressed, which they both did quickly, shucking off their clothes; Draco folded and piled them on the loo seat while Harry called out, "Did you want the water on?"
With no reply, he decided that kissing Draco in the meantime sounded like a rather good idea. Draco was warm and the air was chilly, the tile under his feet cold and hard. They had scarcely begun a little cock-rubbing and arse-fondling, though, when Snape entered. He had already stripped down and was carrying a small pot of lubricant -- the deliciously tingly one he'd used before, Harry hoped -- which he set down on the side of the tub. To someone else, he might have looked worn and middle-aged, and certainly there were grey hairs among the black at his groin, where his cock hung heavy and beginning to swell, but Harry felt a shiver down his spine as Snape spoke.
"Given that you did both secure new positions today on the basis of your own merits instead of personal or family reputation," Snape frowned as Draco chuckled, "it seems only right that I take into account what you would like to do with regard to celebrating the fact. I will therefore hear your suggestions although I do not promise to follow them."
Before Harry could say a word, Draco had darted around him and was whispering in Snape's ear. "He'll like that, sir," Harry heard as Draco stepped back.
"Don't I get to make any suggestions?" Harry asked plaintively.
Draco grinned, shaking his head, and Snape said sternly, "Don't you want to know what Mister Malfoy had in mind? You will have your turn later -- you always do." Blushing, Harry nodded, and Snape continued, "Lie down."
"In the tub?" That made Draco smirk and Snape roll his eyes, and Harry quickly said, "Right." The bottom of the empty tub was quite cold and he had to bend his knees to fit his legs inside. No sooner had he done so than Snape tugged one of his legs over the side, letting it dangle and further exposing Harry's stiff cock.
"Now, hold on to the spout and don't release it." Harry reached up and did so, again feeling chilly as he grasped the cold metal. Goosebumps broke out over his chest and he felt his nipples growing tight. "I suppose we should warm you up," Snape drawled.
In a flash Harry realized just how Snape intended him to be warmed up, but he only managed to squeak out, "Yes, please," before he looked up to see both Draco and Snape stroking themselves, standing over him wanking. Harry whimpered. Draco knew him so well, knew how he had grown to love this, and to have them both at once... he bit down on his lip, quivering, wanting to reach down and touch his own cock but afraid that Snape would insist that they stop if he disobeyed.
With a groan Draco arched forward, splattering Harry's chest with warm semen as he spurted over his own hand. Again Harry whimpered and Draco bent down over the tub, saying with a grin, "Fun to be properly filthy before you get clean, isn't it?" He ran his hand over Harry's chest, rubbing the come in and pinching Harry's nipples in passing before he began to stroke Harry's cock. "Come on, Severus, show him how you..."
There was another loud grunt from above, then Harry felt hot splashes striking his groin just above Draco's moving hand. Snape's expression in orgasm was always fierce and intense, and it made Harry ache with desire to see him like that, so shamelessly taking his pleasure. "Oh, fuck -- yeah," Harry groaned. Having his arms stretched overhead made it awkward to move his hips as he wanted to, thrusting into Draco's hand. He was aware of Snape leaning over to watch as Draco jacked Harry off, then Draco was kissing him and he felt Snape's hand holding Draco back, leaving Harry stone hard and helpless to do anything about it. "Oh please," he wailed.
Smirking, Snape reached behind his head, drew him out from under the spigot and then turned on the water. "Clean him off, Malfoy, before he gets both of us as filthy as he is."
Grabbing the soap, Draco lathered his hands and washed Harry everywhere except the places he most wanted to be touched. "Draco -- oh god -- please," Harry gasped again.
"As charming as you sound while begging, Potter, we aren't quite ready for you to come yet." Snape was smirking down at the two of them, and he leaned past Harry to push the plug into the drain, hands and hair brushing along Harry's side. "Neither of us has fucked you yet."
He turned toward Draco and said abruptly, "Wash his cock, too." Draco did so, sliding one well-soaped hand along Harry's length and then splashing water over it, all too quickly for Harry to do more than gasp.
The tub really wasn't very big; Harry could tell that Snape was pondering, and he ventured to suggest, "Sir, if you sat with your back against the tub wall, and I knelt over you?" He had in mind that Snape could fuck him that way.
"Ah. Yes." Snape snagged two towels from the rack and folded them. "Stand up, Harry." Harry hastened to obey, and Snape stepped into the tub, putting the towels down on the floor of it under his legs. "On your knees and facing me, Potter. No, here." He indicated that Harry was to straddle his hips. Picking up the pot, he handed it to Draco, saying, "You know what to do, Malfoy," as he slid down a little against the back of the tub to adjust his height, and then ran his tongue over the head of Harry's cock. "Don't even think about coming without permission," he growled, pulling away.
"No, sir," said Harry, bracing his hands on either side of Snape's head as Draco's finger slithered down the crack of his bum. The water was high enough that only the tip of Snape's prick floated above it now, being caressed by the lapping surface.
Snape was sucking eagerly, the angle awkward but no less arousing for that, and Draco tugged up on Harry's hips to keep his bottom out of the rapidly filling tub. One of Snape's hands settled on his hip and the other stroked up his chest, finding and idly playing with a nipple. Harry let his own fingers slide into Snape's hair, the ends already damp from the rising water, stroking it back over his ear and along his neck.
When Draco had three fingers inside him and Harry was whimpering helplessly, no longer touching Snape, all his concentration focused on not ejaculating in Snape's mouth, Snape raised his head, slapped his hip lightly and said, "Get up and turn around."
"Turn around?" asked Harry. Draco had shut off the taps, so the water was no longer rising, but Snape's lower body was submerged.
"Turn..." Pushing him up, aided by Draco's hands, Snape tugged on Harry until he was facing Draco, quite hard and rather confused. He could feel Snape shifting behind him. "Now, sit." Just as suddenly, he was being tugged downward, knees pushed until they bent, and he let out a groan of surprise as he felt Snape's cock prodding at his now-stretched entrance. Harry wondered if perhaps Snape had taken something when he'd gone to fetch the lubricant, he'd grown hard again so soon.
Meanwhile Draco, who had caught on more quickly than Harry, scooted forward, knees braced against the sides of the narrow tub. "This way you can suck me," he said smugly.
Harry was quite willing to try, although he hoped both that he'd be able to avoid biting Draco by accident, and that he would be allowed to come himself soon, after being teased so long. He opened his mouth and let Draco push in, just as Snape's prick began to slide inside him. Moaning around Draco's cock, he grabbed at Draco's hips for balance. Snape's arms were around him, lifting him with the aid of the water, then tugging him back down.
It was hard to focus on Draco with the lovely distracting sensation of having Snape's cock up his arse. Harry hung onto Draco with one hand and used the other to play with his balls and lower shaft, running his tongue over the foreskin and head and lapping up the moisture that was seeping there. "Fuck, Harry, don't tease," growled Draco when Harry let a finger drift back under his balls towards his hole. "Here." He let go of the tub with one hand to pick up the lube and hold it down so that Harry could dip his fingers in. "Yeah -- there -- oh fuck yes," Draco began to babble when Harry slipped two fingers past the tight muscle and started wriggling them, all the while lapping at Draco's cock as best he could with Snape moving him.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck -- fuck him harder, Severus," Draco was panting, and Harry felt Snape quicken his pace, though the water prevented the kind of force that would have been possible on a bed and might have made Harry lose control of his teeth. With his cock deep inside Harry, Snape's hands were free to wander over his chest, pinching his nipples, and they finally began to move downward as Draco shifted his weight so that he could stroke himself while Harry fingered his arse. Straightening, he looked down at Harry and groaned, "Don't stop, going to come on your face this time, fuck yes Severus make him too..."
One of Snape's hands had wrapped around Harry's cock and was stroking firmly while the other continued to touch his chest, toying with his nipples, urging Harry's free arm up behind Snape's head so that Snape could stroke the muscle above the armpit. Twisting his neck, Harry tried to capture Snape's mouth. "Oh fuck, that's hot, I'm coming!" wailed Draco, hand moving loudly and frantically on his cock, and a moment later a spurt of something warm and slippery splattered Harry's cheek.
Snape's lips brushed across the corner of his mouth and Harry caught his gaze, Snape's thoughts open to him, images flickering so that Harry could not discern which were memories and which fantasies, all of them focused on the rictus of gratification on Harry's face as he cried out in orgasm, and he was coming now in Snape's hand, the pearly strings of semen floating and fraying in the water as he tasted Draco's spunk dripping down his cheek.
He rocked back against Snape, pressing down as he clenched his arse. Snape groaned and his fingernails scraped Harry's skin. "Harry," he gulped, and Harry felt one last quiver himself at the sound of his name on Snape's lips.
"Fuck me, Severus." Harry gasped as Snape seemed to push impossibly far into him, crying out wordlessly. Then his grip around Harry relaxed, urging him back into a gentler embrace, and Draco sank down with them, his arms around both Harry and Snape together, nuzzling at Harry's neck. Harry wondered, in a distant part of his mind, whether it would always be this good, because if it was all of his nerves were going to short-circuit with pleasure.
"Up, Potter. Malfoy. I'm too old for this," Snape finally moaned after several minutes of the three of them rocking in a wordless embrace. Draco rose, tugging Harry up with him, and then the two of them reached out to help Snape to his feet. Releasing the drain plug, Draco asked, "Do we all need a shower, now?"
He was grinning wickedly, and Harry smiled back. "I thought the evening was just getting started. We can clean up later... much later."
"You realize this won't be so easy to manage at Hogwarts." That was Snape, ever the optimist. "It isn't so simple to sneak around..."
"Actually, it is. I have a map of the castle that not only shows all the secret corridors and passages -- it shows when anyone is coming."
"Did I not confiscate that very map from you, Mister Potter?" Snape demanded.
"You did. But it, ah, somehow got loose again. I let Ginny have it the year after I left, but she's given it back." Harry decided that it was perhaps best not to mention that he had a sentimental attachment to the Marauders' Map; his father, his godfather, and Remus had all had a hand in writing it. As had Peter Pettigrew, though Harry preferred not to dwell on that. "It's going to be better than you've imagined, Severus. You're actually going to be happy for once."
"We can redecorate that dungeon of yours, even." Draco sounded thoughtful. "Track lighting and perhaps Harry can find some more of those nice engraved pictures he put up in our flat."
Snape scowled. "I will not have you..." Draco had started snickering, evidently making Snape realize that he was being teased. It was clear that he was unaccustomed to having anyone chaff him that way, because he grumbled and grimaced as he reached for a dry towel. Harry snatched it out of his hand and began rubbing it over Snape's back.
"If I remember correctly, there are still some of the old installations in those dungeons... shackles on the walls, that sort of thing." Draco had dried himself off briskly and was pouring another round of champagne. "Could be a lot of fun."
"Minerva expects you to be discreet." Snape looked a bit nervous; the reality of their future situation must be setting in.
"We will be," Harry assured him, and Draco handed him a glass. "Here's to you -- the best damned Potions instructor that Hogwarts has ever had."
"And to us," Draco added, "for getting you to return."