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Intertwined (Percy/Harry/Neville, NC-17)
Title: Intertwined
Pairing: Percy/Neville/Harry
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 655
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Not mine. JKR's.
Summary: Percy's never known two people who go so well together, and he's never felt so lucky to be included in anything ever before, if only for an evening.
Notes: A teenyfic gift from celandineb to lottelita with the prompt "grapevines". Originally posted 6/27/07 at LJ.

Neville's hung a grapevine wreath on the front door, and Percy studies it, following the impossibly intertwining strands and trying desperately not to think of interlocked legs and arms lest he lose his nerve before he even knocks. Percy loses himself in the tangled round-and-round of the dried vines, and he forgets himself until Harry throws the door wide and embraces him.

And then there's tea and pleasantries and a plate of biscuits that none of them touch, and though they all three know why they're really there, they make small talk over Neville's herbal infusion until Harry stops conversation by standing and extending a hand each to Percy and to Neville.

Percy catches Neville's eye as he grasps Harry's hand, his nervous fingers slipping between Harry's cool ones, and Neville twitches a half-smile and Percy knows the boy's just as hesitant about this whole idea (Harry's idea, of course) as he is himself.

And after robes are shed and there's bare skin everywhere and kisses are coming from all directions, Percy's hands finally stop shaking and he just feels, specs off, eyes closed but then opened again, because he doesn't want to miss a minute of this.

Harry's spread over the rumpled coverlet, a pattern of vines quilted beneath him, and Percy marvels at how lucky Neville is to have him—his very own hero—and it's not jealousy, for Percy's never known two people who go so well together, and he's never felt so lucky to be included in anything ever before, if only for an evening.

Percy smoothes his palm over Harry's chest and down the slope of his hip bone, and Harry shudders, smiles, looking smaller, somehow, without his spectacles.

And Neville—Neville hasn't moved yet. He's still and pale, kneeling on Harry's right side, and Percy pauses in his exploration of Harry's angles and lines and coarse black tangles, despite Harry's insistent thrusting. Percy takes Neville's face—so round and so trusting—in his hands and kisses him. It's a chaste kiss, so at odds with the rest of the scene, but after a moment Percy feels tentative hands in his own hair, and Neville kisses him back.

Percy breaks the kiss, then, Neville's lips still searching as he does, and he presses his forehead against Neville's. Neville's brown eyes are huge and unblinking, even with Percy's face so close, and his hands are still in Percy's hair, moving just a little, mussing it, and Percy smiles as Harry sits up between them.

Harry's yours, Neville, Percy tells him, You're Harry's.

A smile twitches at Neville's lips, and Percy opens his mouth to speak further, but Neville captures his mouth in another kiss, deeper this time, and the hands in Percy's hair tighten, and another hand traces the length of Percy's spine. Neville shivers in Percy's embrace, and Percy can only imagine what Harry's other hand is doing to Neville.

When Neville's been reassured and his confidence has gained momentum, then it's all proper sorts of panting and gasping and thrusting and the only word Percy can think coherently is full—they're all full of each other, hands and mouths and arses and minds, and the room's full of heat and scent and sound and them.

Overstimulation means Percy's coming too soon, too soon, but Harry and Neville follow not long after, and then the bed's full, so full of satiated, panting bodies. Percy blinks open his eyes just in time to see Neville curl instinctively into Harry's embrace, and for a moment Percy's a spectator again, until Neville snakes out a hand and intertwines his fingers with Percy's and murmurs thank you.

My pleasure, Percy replies, and if that's a little too formal, neither Harry nor Neville seems to mind, for they reach out as one and pull him towards them, into their private embrace.