|Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven,|
@ 2007-08-08 22:09:00
|Entry tags:||coauthor: cruisedirector, hp fic admittance, hp fic draco/harry/severus|
HP fic: Admittance, ch. 17: Unity [Snape/Harry/Draco, adult]
Chapter 17, "Unity"
Authors: celandineb and cruisedirector
Warnings: D/s, toys, spanking, dirty talk, rimming, Legilimency during sex
Summary: Harry, Draco, and Snape have a private celebration.
When the last piece of shortbread had been eaten, by Draco -- and did McGonagall always have shortbread, Harry wondered -- Harry decided that he had stayed long enough for courtesy, even if the talk was still continuing. "I should go speak to the Gryffindors," he said to excuse himself as he rose. "Mister Sawbridge seemed to be forgetting the rule against blatching, today."
"He did appear to be flying awfully close to the Slytherin Chasers," Draco agreed.
Lucius raised his eyebrows, although he said nothing. Perhaps he was surprised that Harry would call a Gryffindor down for violating regulations. If the rules weren't upheld consistently, though, there was no point in playing. Quidditch was a game, and without rules the game would become meaningless.
"Very well, Mister Potter." McGonagall nodded at him. "I shall see you at dinner this evening. We must hold a staff meeting to discuss the new arrangements early next week; I shall notify the whole staff of the precise time soon."
With some hesitation, Harry held out his hand to Draco's father. "Thank you, Mister Malfoy. The students will certainly appreciate your gift."
"You're quite welcome." Lucius shook his hand briefly, still sitting.
There was no need to say anything particular to either Draco or Snape; Harry knew that he would be going to Snape's rooms as soon as he had spoken with young Sawbridge, so he merely thanked McGonagall for the delicious meal and left. It took only a few minutes of stern interviewing for Harry to chastise Gryffindor's finest Quidditch player. Sawbridge's defiance deflated when he understood how closely Harry had been watching him and that his behavior had been noted by both the Headmistress and his Potions professor as well.
So after a quick visit to his own rooms to clean up a bit, Harry made his way to the dungeon. Since Severus and Draco had not yet arrived by the time he did, he used the password Snape had given him to lift the wards on the door and sneak inside to Snape's private rooms. Grinning, Harry noted that the teapot had been left out, spelled to keep the tea inside hot through the long afternoon. He poured himself a cup.
When the others finally returned, the hot tea had warmed him sufficiently to be more comfortable without his robes. Harry looked up innocently from his position sprawled naked in Snape's bed as the older man strode into the room and stopped short upon seeing him, causing Draco to crash into his back. "Ow," complained Draco, then looked around Severus at Harry and grinned. "Winning at Quidditch make you a bit eager?"
"Quidditch!" Harry toasted him with the teacup. "The real victory today was yours. Your father is a changed man. It's good for all of Hogwarts."
"So you took the risk of having all of us discovered. Lucius might have asked to speak to us in private -- we could have walked in with him," protested Snape, but he was looking hungrily at Harry. "It was patience that you lacked this morning." He leaned to whisper in Draco's ear, then started to disrobe, his fingers deliberate on each button.
"Yes, sir," agreed Harry. He adjusted himself slightly. Neither Snape nor Draco missed that clue; the older man nodded, and Draco went to open a drawer, rummaging inside it and pulling out a handful of silk and woolen scarves. "You don't need to see in order to play, do you?" he asked, coming over to the bed with a length of heavy dark-green silk. Doubling it lengthwise, Draco wrapped the scarf around Harry's head, tying it firmly in place. Involuntarily, Harry raised his free hand to his face, and Draco gave it a gentle slap. "Leave it be," he chided. "Can you see anything?"
"No." Harry shook his head from side to side, testing. "Nothing."
"Good." That was Snape's rumble. There was movement on the mattress, and he thought that Draco was probably stripping down now too. Someone touched his leg, a touch that slid to his mid-thigh, but stopped there, brushing gentle circles across the skin.
"Tease," Harry murmured to Draco. "You know you just want him to punish you next..."
"Silence!" Snape commanded at the same moment that Harry heard Draco laugh.
"I've been very well-behaved today. After you left I even got Father to agree to donate a whole collection of books on Dark magic from the Malfoy family library to the Restricted Section." Beneath the exaggerated arrogance, Draco sounded genuinely happy, and Harry smiled to hear the lightness in his voice. "Anyway, I'm not the one who can't keep his impulses under control." The fingers on Harry's thigh moved a bit higher, making him groan and thrash as Draco's palm closed loosely about his balls. "No control whatsoever," announced Draco smugly.
"Like you wanking in the shower this morning because you couldn't wait for me and Severus to get there?"
A quiet sound like the clinking of tiny metal objects drew Harry's attention from Draco. Snape was moving closer. "Help him stand."
Draco's hands found Harry's and tugged him up, easing him to the edge of the bed and then guiding him to one of the posts at the foot of it. His hands were drawn up so that he was holding the wood. "Should I tie him?" Harry heard Draco ask.
"No. He should stand steady without needing to rely on bonds to hold him in place." Once again Harry heard the clinking sound and felt a gust of air as Snape swept in front of him on the other side of the bedpost. He felt butterfly touches along the skin of his chest left exposed. Then his nipple was seized and pinched sharply. When the ache did not let up, Harry realized that Snape was putting clips on him.
"That looks very nice," Draco said approvingly from around Harry's shoulder. "The other side, too?" Harry felt a tug like a thumbscrew being tightened, then his other nipple was grasped and compressed the same way. It wasn't quite painful, but the pinching was impossible to ignore. He squirmed, took one hand off the bedpost and gingerly touched the nipple that Snape had finished with, feeling a cold metal ring held in place on his skin by a miniature clamp. His cock throbbed.
"You're not even trying to behave," announced Draco gleefully. "Can't you stand still?" A hand came down on Harry's bum, stinging. He very nearly shouted, but he gritted his teeth and kept silent as the fingers then moved without force over his buttocks and between them, wriggling into the crack and behind his balls.
"Will you at least take the blindfold off so I can see what these things look like?"
"Very well," Snape said in a low voice. "I had been saving them for a special occasion, which I suppose today must be declared."
The knot behind his head was released as Draco's fingers continued to massage Harry's arsehole. He looked down to see the small silver clips pinching his nipples, the centers angry and red while the skin around appeared stretched and pale. The clips were shaped like tiny serpent mouths, while the little screws that tightened them in place tapered off like a patterned tail. They were attractively made, Harry supposed, but he had little energy to spare for anything beyond not coming on Snape's feet.
A moment later the room darkened suddenly and Harry felt the blindfold being tied back into place. His fingers clenched around the post. "Please, sir!"
"Please, what?" Draco's fingers nudged his thighs apart. "Are you saying that you don't deserve this? Didn't you promise this morning to do anything we wanted?"
Suddenly Draco's fingers were no longer touching him. He heard no movement, either. When he opened his mouth to ask what was happening, he could not hear his own voice. Snape must have cast a nonverbal Silencio. It occurred to Harry that this was simply another way for his patience and restraint to be tested -- that waiting silently was the proper response. So he did, shifting his weight from foot to foot. Without being able to see, it was hard to tell how much time was passing, but he thought it must have been at least five minutes, perhaps ten that he stood there, anticipating at any moment a touch or a sound to release him.
Finally he felt a faint tugging, both his nipples being twisted within the clips, at the same moment a finger reinserted itself into the space between his legs, teasing the backs of his balls and just barely brushing his arsehole. Harry could hold on no longer. Thrusting forward, he rubbed his cock against the warm belly in front of him -- Snape's, some part of his mind knew, the hair was thicker and more wiry than Draco's -- and the moment the finger teasing him began to slide into him, his cock spurted hard against the taller man's skin. Snape must have released the Silencio at the same moment he had touched Harry, for Harry could hear himself shouting in pleasure. Snape's hands pulled the blindfold away, and Harry moaned as he saw the white streaks he had spattered across Snape's belly and chest.
"Ten points from Gryffindor," Draco whispered in Harry's ear. "Coming without permission. I'm afraid we may have to tie you up to teach you some restraint."
"Oh God, yes," Harry groaned, eyes on Snape's dark, maddening stare. "Tie me up and fuck me! Or make me suck you! Or both! Anything!"
That provocative gaze heated further and Harry caught a flashing image of what Snape wanted from him. He fell to his knees and took Snape's hard prick in his mouth, curling his tongue around the head and sliding the foreskin back. Instead of trying to hold it all -- he knew he couldn't -- he concentrated on the sensitive head with his tongue and lips and used both hands as well, one wrapped around the base and the other rubbing the skin over Snape's balls.
Snape's fingers threaded through Harry's hair, his thumbs sweeping across Harry's forehead to close Harry's eyes. "Draco." The spoken name was Harry's only warning before he felt Draco's cock brushing his cheek, already damp at the head, bobbing against him as Draco stroked it hard and quickly.
"Oh fuck, yeah, Severus, let me come on him, you know he loves it, he's such a dirty -- please -- " The groans and wheezing were interrupted by a throat being cleared. Harry moaned around Snape's cock. "Ahhhfuck," he heard Draco sigh. "Come on, Severus, aren't you going to share?"
Snape pulled back a little from Harry's mouth, and he whimpered, trying to follow. A finger slipped in beside Snape's prick, urging him to open his jaw further, and he complied. When the finger was replaced by Draco's cock, Harry eagerly sucked at it, careful to make sure that his teeth did not scrape too hard against either of the two tempting lengths around which his lips were now stretched.
He took his hand off Snape's balls and began to stroke Draco with it, rubbing the heads of their cocks together in his mouth, though he didn't dare move his mouth for fear of reflexively biting down to relieve the pressure on his jaw. Then he felt Snape withdraw, leaving Harry to take Draco further into his mouth. "Let's let him up," Draco said. "I'd rather come with him in me."
Harry felt something brush beneath his eyelids and opened his eyes. Glancing up, he could see that Severus approved of this suggestion, and with a loud slurp he removed his mouth from Draco's cock. "Will you fuck me while I'm fucking him?" he asked hopefully.
"Do you think you have earned that?" Snape gave him a mock-stern glare. "Given the lack of control you have exhibited today, I believe it is only fair for you to make Draco come before I touch you." Helping Harry to his feet, he reached over and turned the little silver tails on the nipple clips very slightly, and Harry whimpered at the renewed ache. He was already growing hard again, turned on by the appreciative way that the other two were looking at him.
"They suit you," said Draco appraisingly. "I think you ought to wear those more often." His lips spread in a smirk as he climbed onto the bed and rolled onto his side, pulling his upper knee forward to spread his arse open. Over his shoulder he added, "Maybe Severus would let you wear them under your robes during staff meetings? You know you have a tendency to drowse off, but I'd wager that would keep you awake."
"I'm sure it would." Harry gasped as Severus touched the clips again before handing him the pot of lubricant salve that he made to his own recipe. Unscrewing the lid, he dipped his fingers in and began to work them into Draco's wrinkled pink hole, enjoying the way that Draco wriggled to encourage him.
"I'll consider the possibility," said Snape in a repressive voice. "Mister Potter hardly needs further distraction during those meetings, however."
"You distracted me last time, Severus." Draco's voice was nearly innocent, marred only by a quick indrawn breath as Harry added a third finger to stretch him. "Or am I wrong, and that was Professor Sprout's hand on my knee and not yours?"
"It must have been Professor Sprout, because you know full well that I would do no such thing during a staff meeting." Harry caught the barest hint of a wink from Snape and smiled, then brought his hand down on Draco's arse. "That's right -- spank him. Clearly Malfoy is as undisciplined as you are, Potter."
Grinning more broadly, Harry smacked Draco a few times as Draco yelped happily. Then he rolled Draco over on the mattress and pushed his cock inside him, slapping his thighs into the backs of Draco's. Snape was watching them from narrowed eyes, his own cock dark and swollen against his belly, but he did not touch himself. "Should I keep punishing him, sir?" Harry panted.
"YES!" That was Draco, sliding forward and backward on his knees to impale himself on Harry's cock. Remembering that he was required to make Draco come before he did, Harry reached around and began to stroke him roughly as he thrust in and out, grateful that the clamps on his nipples did indeed provide some distraction. "Fuck, yes, Harry, harder, love it when you touch my prick, make Snape watch..." Already Draco was babbling, and Harry obliged him, concentrating on fucking Draco just the way he liked it until Draco cried out and started spurting onto Snape's mattress.
It took all of Harry's will to hold back with Draco's arse pulsing around his prick, but the thought of losing Snape's approbation helped. He waited until Draco stopped quivering and then looked up at Snape again. "Now? Please?"
Snape's lips quirked as if he were trying to hold back a smile. "I think you've learned your lesson for today," he said softly. "What do you think, Professor Malfoy?"
Draco twisted his head and glanced at Harry. "I agree, Professor Snape," he said, almost perfectly imitating Snape's own voice, and Harry bit his lip as Draco wriggled forward off his cock to grab the container of salve and hand it to Severus.
As Snape came to kneel behind Harry, Draco curled up in front of him and touched the silver clamps once more. Harry gave a whimper of need and Draco leaned over to whisper in his ear, "You're so fucking gorgeous like this, begging Severus to fuck you. You love it, don't you?"
"Yesss..." Harry hissed it, pushing his bum back against Snape's agile tongue. His prick was like stone once more against his belly, dampness smearing across it. He focused on holding back until Snape was fucking him, looking at Draco and panting, and for an instant Draco's barriers lowered.
Draco was happy... he was a little boy riding a broom as his father shouted encouragement, he was catching the Snitch in a Hogwarts Quidditch game, he was conjuring his Patronus for the first time. He was making love with Harry, and with Snape. The images were almost too quick for Harry to grasp before each was replaced by another. But there were no Death Eater friends, no Dark Lord; in Draco's happiest memories, he was with parents who doted on him, or with Harry, or with Snape, without the mask of arrogance and superiority that was as much burden as pride.
"Draco," moaned Harry, and then, "Severus," because Snape's fingers had crept around his side and were holding the base of his cock, maddeningly refusing to move, keeping him in check as Snape grunted and sweated behind him. "Please, please give me more..."
"When I'm ready," Snape gasped, slamming in mercilessly. "After I'm finished with you. After I..."
Harry didn't learn what else Snape had in mind, because Snape's voice hitched and shattered, and he made no coherent sounds beyond groans of release as he pumped himself out inside Harry's arse. The hand restraining his cock held on. Harry whimpered and Draco soothed him with lips brushing lightly over his cheek even as he twisted the tails on the serpent clamps a fraction tighter.
"Oh, fuck, please!" begged Harry, not sure if he was pleading with Draco or Snape or both of them, but all at once Snape's prick had slipped away, leaving him empty, and Draco had rolled him over and had taken over grasping his prick from Snape.
Then it was Snape's eyes, and Snape's thoughts, that he could see, and Harry and Draco were both tied to his bed, staring up at Snape devotedly as he played them like musical instruments, hands on their cocks. The three of them were tangled together in the shower that morning, they were sitting together watching Quidditch, they were lying in the grass by the lake, they were sharing a pot of tea at breakfast...he felt Snape's embarrassment and pleasure together. It felt so good, to know that Snape would admit to him the delight he took in sharing a life with them, Snape who had been so determined to need no one. And Draco touching Harry at the same time only doubled that pleasure. Draco's hand was finally relaxing its grip, moving along Harry's overstimulated prick, which convulsed and shot thick pale spurts through Draco's fingers and onto Snape's prick and Harry's own belly.
The orgasm left him limp, unable to do more than reach to touch Snape's leg and Draco's arm. He let out a long, contented breath as Draco grinned up at Severus. "Maybe we should leave those clips on him," he said. "Remind him that he belongs to two Slytherins."
"I do like the way they look on his nipples," Snape said agreeably, "but just at the moment they need to be cleaned, or his sweat will make them tarnish." Reaching down, he released the little screws and pulled away the clips, then stroked Harry's aching nipples. Wrinkling his nose, he said, "You need a bath."
"Not my fault," Harry said lazily, still stroking Snape's leg and wiping come from Draco's fingers. "It's because I belong to two Slytherins." He yawned contentedly.
"Oh, no you don't." Snape's voice was stern. "You are not falling asleep in my bed in such a condition. Up, and into the bathroom with you." Harry let Severus and Draco pull him to a sitting position. "We're all expected this evening."
"Expected where?" Harry glanced from Snape to Draco. "What's going on?"
"That's right -- you left before my father said." Draco smiled at him. "He wants to announce the donation of the broomsticks personally, where he can get his applause and all that. So he's throwing a party. Food, enchanted decorations, all the usual. In the Great Hall at eight."
"As long as he doesn't include Dark magic party favors." Harry rolled his eyes. "Not that I don't trust your father, but..."
"You don't trust him," agreed Draco. "But I really think he means what he said today, for whatever reasons." He nudged Harry and tugged him up. "Come on, lazy. I need to clean up and check on the Slytherins before the big celebration. And you need to find something suitable to wear."
"I can wear my dress robes," Harry protested. "That's what Severus will have on, right? Those black silk ones?" He looked over at Snape, who nodded.
"Last time you wore yours you dribbled brown sauce down the front, and I'll lay Galleons to Knuts you never did get one of the house-elves to clean them," said Draco. "I mean, personally I like you naked," he continued, turning on the hot water and stepping into the shower, "but somehow I doubt that would convey the proper sense of authority that staff are supposed to maintain. You can borrow something of mine; there's a dark green satin which would suit you and I know a shortening charm if it's too long. Help me wash him, Severus."
They each washed whatever of the other two they could reach, in the end, and then Draco hurried off to the Slytherin common room to give the students dire warnings about proper behavior, promising to be back before Harry and Snape were ready. Harry found himself frowning. It was stupid, he told himself, not to want to wear Slytherin colors. Hadn't they all agreed that it was time to rid themselves of foolish House prejudices? And to be certain that the subsequent generations never formed them?
"I'll wear Draco's dark green satin if he'll wear a scarlet and gold tie," he muttered rather petulantly to Snape.
Snape gazed at him seriously for a moment, then tossed a plain black necktie in his direction. Though the throw was errant, Harry dove across the bed and grabbed it, rolling to right himself. "And Potter has caught the Snitch! The crowd is screaming!" he announced, imitating Lee Jordan from years earlier. "The team is..."
"Yellow," Snape interrupted him smoothly. "And black. If you want to make Draco wear something other than Slytherin colors, yellow and black will do."
"Draco will never wear Hufflepuff colors while his father is visiting!" Harry exclaimed. "And I'm not wearing green. I know which robe he meant; it has silver serpents embroidered around the cuffs, too."
"You are hardly setting an example of magnanimity for Lucius Malfoy."
That stopped Harry. If he agreed to wear green and silver, and convinced Draco to wear yellow and black, Lucius would have to swallow any criticism on this day of all days. "Will you wear some other House's colors too, then? How about blue, if not scarlet?" He grinned at Snape's sudden discomfort.
"I never wear anything but black," said Snape in his most repressive tones. "You would not want me to startle Minerva into hysterics."
"I rather doubt that seeing you in a blue tie would send our Headmistress over the edge of reason. This was your idea, you know. Only fair that you should go along with it. Besides, if we all wear 'wrong' colors, it will send the right message."
"Regrettably, I have no tie of that color," Snape said, with a notable lack of regret.
"I have. Without any stains on it, even, I think." Smirking, Harry considered using an Accio to summon the tie from his own rooms, but decided he'd better fetch it personally since he wasn't certain where it was. "I'll be back; you get to tell Draco to wear the Hufflepuff tie if he returns before I do."
What Harry had not mentioned to Snape was that his blue tie had been a gift from Molly Weasley to wear to Percy's wedding, and -- like the ones she had given to Ron, Fred, George, Charlie, and Bill -- had a fancy right side up and upside down double letter P embroidered in the center, in honor of Percy and Penelope. The letters had elaborate curves and resembled nothing so much as a mirror image "69." It was something of a joke among the other members of the Weasley family and those who loved them, and Harry grinned at the thought of Snape's expression when he handed him the tie. He doubted it would startle Minerva into hysterics but it might do so to Draco.
Which was just as well, Harry decided when he returned to the dungeons, because he could hear Draco's protests from the corridor.
"It's not that it's Hufflepuff, it's the color! That yellow is hideous! How about I wear sky blue? It'll bring out the color of my eyes. Or purple, even. I'll look like a ponce but at least it won't be yellow!"
"You are being absurd, Malfoy," Snape said sternly as Harry stepped through the door, smirking.
"Here, Severus. I brought you this." Harry held out the tie that he had had to use a spell to track down, in a box at the back of a cabinet where he mostly kept ugly medals awarded him by the Ministry.
Snape took it from his hand, holding it up triumphantly in Draco's face. "You see?"
Draco glanced at the tie, making a slight face. Then he looked more closely. A grin split his face. He winked at Harry, still smiling broadly. "Fine. I'll wear the yellow and black tie if you're wearing that."
"Agreed. It's not an unattractive color and the..." Snape had turned the tie around. He glared at the little silver letters. Then he glared at Harry, who had already doubled over laughing.
"You can't get out of it, Severus, you already said yes," he wheezed out through howls of laughter.
"Precisely what do the initials stand for?" demanded Snape.
Draco was laughing too. "As I recall it was 'Percy and Penelope', right, Harry?"
"That's right. So you'll be memorializing a Gryffindor and a Ravenclaw, Draco gets the Hufflepuffs, and I have Slytherin colors." Harry grinned broadly at Snape's outraged face. "School unity at its best."
Grumbling, Snape flipped the tie around his neck and began to knot it, and Harry started to put on the dark green robe that Draco had brought for him. It was, as expected, on the long side, but a simple hemming charm took care of that for the time being. Draco refused to shorten the thing permanently, declaring that he would buy Harry new robes for Christmas and take his own back then.
"I think we're ready," said Draco, looking them both over. "We'd better not go all at once, though. Minerva and her insistence on discretion; not a good day to rock the boat."
"The two of you can go together," Harry said, "seeing as everyone is used to you terrorizing the dungeons in tandem. I should probably come down from the tower, though." He kissed Draco on the cheek, then Snape. "Meet you at the head table."
On his way upstairs, Harry met the Headmistress, who was coming down. "Mister Potter," she said, turning and giving him an appraising look. "That is not a color I had ever expected to see you wearing."
"I got Draco to wear a Hufflepuff tie. And Severus is wearing mine from the Weasley wedding, which is Ravenclaw blue, though he did seem to believe that you might faint from the sight."
Minerva McGonagall made what could only be described as an elegant scoffing noise. "I am not so given to swooning as Professor Snape may believe. But the three of you are not trying to goad Lucius Malfoy? To see if he really believes this business about House unity?"
"Not to goad him. To make it clear right from the start that we support the idea that we're all one school. I don't think Draco wants to do anything to antagonize his father, but he wants him to mean all this."
"Well." Minerva smiled faintly. "Since I presume that you were on your way to Gryffindor Tower only to make a respectable entrance, shall we?" She gestured along the corridor.
Harry managed to keep his face straight with an effort. This was the bluntest that the Headmistress had ever been in indicating her awareness that he, Draco, and Snape were indeed all sharing a bed. But she did not seem condemnatory, rather approving that he was adhering to her request that they behave responsibly and not be blatant about their liaison. Harry knew that she was very pleased to have Snape back at Hogwarts, and more so that he seemed to be happy there.
"The pleasure is mine." He held out his arm, and with a raised eyebrow she took it.
"Well done, Mister Potter," she murmured.
"Thank you." Harry slowed his steps slightly to match hers. "It's an honor to escort the Headmistress. Besides, I still feel a certain loyalty to my House, even if those divisions are to be reconsidered in the near future."
He could hear the bustle of excitement as they approached the Great Hall. The doors were thrown wide and Harry saw the students milling about, already beginning to mingle between Houses -- not that they did not usually do so for such occasions, but they seemed more relaxed about it, with a few single-House clumps being the exception rather than the rule. The ceiling was spangled with the stars of a crisp clear night, and the walls covered in a riotous mixture of bunting in all of the Houses' colors.
At the far end of the room stood the rest of the staff, with Lucius Malfoy in the center bearing an expression of slightly annoyed resignation, no doubt due to seeing Draco's yellow tie. Draco, however, looked happy and relaxed, standing as close as possible to Snape without actually touching him. And the stern lines around Snape's mouth were softened in a faint smile, the embroidered blue tie tucked discreetly beneath his robes.
Harry grinned across at the two of them. It had all come right.
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