I wrote this for the bring back the porn challenge. I don't usually write porn, but it was fun to let myself write a pwp for the special day. I'm posting it to this community because I hope that some of you might enjoy the Severus/Harry/Draco fun. If you didn't read it on bring back the porn day, go ahead and check it out.
Title: Needs Author: SirenPrincess Rating: NC-17 for graphic sex Warnings: graphic sex, complete PWP, not DH compliant, references to Voldemort hurting Draco that are left rather vague so you can interpret them several ways Pairing: Severus/Harry/Draco threesome Genre: plot what plot?, hurt/comfort Word Count: 3,716 Summary: Everyone has needs. Sometimes the fulfillment of those needs can come from surprising places. Disclaimer: Harry Potter and that world belong to JKR and the WB. No copyright infringement is intended. This story is designed to increase fan appreciation of JKRs work. No money is earned from the writing of this story. This story is for adults only and is labeled as such. If you are under 18 years old, do not read this. The author assumes no legal responsibility for minors that refuse to heed the warnings.
Author’s Notes: This story was inspired by a picture that artisticentropy drew for alisanne’s birthday. My muse insisted upon writing a background story to get them into that lovely position. There is a link to the picture at the appropriate position in the text. Note the artwork is rated R for nudity and is probably NWS. Thank you, artisticentropy, for letting me post the story. Also, thank you for inspiring me. alisanne, I hope you enjoy it, too.
Background Information: In this universe DH never happened. At the end of HBP Dumbledore’s portrait explained to Minerva and Harry that he ordered Severus to murder him. Dumbledore’s portrait revealed his plan to win the war. The entire Order of the Phoenix is now working to destroy the Horcruxes.
Draco returned to Voldemort and accepted his severe punishment for failing to kill Dumbledore. Lucius Malfoy remained in Azkaban. After finally getting a taste of Voldemort’s new world, Draco turned to Harry. He joined the Order and has been working as a spy alongside Severus ever since.
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Harry angrily paced the parlor of number twelve Grimmauld place for the thousandth time. It had been three days since Voldemort had summoned Draco, three days without a word. In the two years since Draco had turned spy for the Order he had never once gone a day without communicating with Harry. Something had to be wrong. Voldemort must have caught him in a lie. If he did, then Draco was already dead. Why had he ever let Draco insist on joining Severus as a spy? He should have just confined Draco to headquarters like he wanted. Draco had been adamant about assisting in the war effort; Severus had been confident in his ability to teach Draco to master Occlumency. Still, Harry had always had doubts about the arrangement. Yes, Draco had admirably survived this long without detection, but they all knew that a single moment’s slip of his focus would immediately result in his death.
“Potter!” The angry growl interrupted Harry’s thoughts. “STOP pacing!” Severus glared at him over the enormous pile of parchment he was taking notes on.
“How can you work now?” Harry demanded. “Draco’s probably dead and you’re just carrying on as if nothing’s happened.”
“I have told you that it is much more likely that the Dark Lord sent him on a mission which has not allowed him to contact you. I do not think that he is dead. In either case, wearing a path through the floorboards is not going to help anything,” Severus said, exacerbated.
Harry couldn’t believe how calm he seemed. Of course Severus’ trademark was remaining unreadable to others even while in agony, but Harry knew that the man loved Draco as much as he did. If Draco really was dead . . . Harry knew he wouldn’t be able to pretend that things were okay. If someone else he loved died because of him, Harry didn’t think he could go on. He could feel his anger becoming uncontrollable already as he thought of Voldemort murdering Draco. He didn’t know if he’d be able to stop himself from just attacking him tonight, even knowing that it would be suicide without all of the Horcruxes destroyed.
“Harry,” Severus’ voice was softer this time. Noticing the subtle change to his first name, Harry looked up in confusion. He was about to shout an angry “What?” when he realized the problem. Half the objects in the room were shaking violently. His powers were out of control. If he didn’t reign himself in quickly, then things would start exploding. Severus crossed the room in giant strides, opened his arms, and let Harry fall into his embrace. He held him tight as he soothingly whispered, “It’s all right, Harry. Try to calm down.”
Severus never dropped his guard in public. They never acknowledged their relationship in front of other members of the Order. Severus must have realized how desperately Harry needed to be comforted for him to hug him without concern for who might see. Suddenly, Harry didn’t care about their cover anymore either. Nothing mattered if Draco didn’t come back. He buried his face in Severus’ robes as the tears started to fall. “I can’t, I can’t do this if he’s dead, Severus. I can’t . . .” Harry sobbed.
“Shhh,” Severus comforted. He softly kissed the top of Harry’s head before simply resting his cheek there, so that Harry felt completely encircled by his lover. It made him feel safe. “Harry, please listen to me. Draco is not dead. If the Dark Lord discovered that he was a spy, he would have summoned me, either to witness the death of a traitor as a loyal Death Eater or to condemn me to the same fate. Even if for some reason he didn’t involve me because he was uncertain about my position, he would torment you with the fact that your spy is dead. He would send you a body part or something more to upset you. Since we have heard nothing, I am positive that Draco’s secret has not been revealed.”
Harry tried to believe the words, but he couldn’t stop crying. His body trembled as he thought that Draco could have died while doing a dangerous assignment or he could be hurt and in need of help. “Shhh, shhh,” Severus gently rubbed Harry’s shoulders and upper arms. “Draco wouldn’t want you to be this upset.”
Harry tried to practice the technique Severus had taught him for controlling his emotions. Slowly, the tears lessened until they finally stopped falling. He didn’t feel like leaving Severus’ arms, though. He felt completely numb inside now. He needed that warm embrace to stop him from slipping into the emptiness.
The sound of the door opening caught both of their attention. Harry’s heart seemed to stop beating completely. People were constantly in and out of headquarters. Just because the door opened didn’t mean it was Draco. It could be him, but it could also be someone with bad news of . . . Harry wouldn’t even let himself think it. Everything felt surreal as if moving in slow motion as he headed toward the entry door.
His body was dashing to the door before his brain had even fully processed what his eyes had seen. Draco was shutting the front door. He looked disheveled but completely alive. Harry nearly knocked Draco over with the ferocity of his embrace. “You’re alive,” he whispered, relieved.
“I’m sorry,” Draco replied to him and to Severus, whom Harry could sense was standing right behind him now.
Harry shifted and looked deeply into Draco’s silvery eyes. He had to be sure he was all right. Completely forgetting where he was, Harry took Draco’s head in his hands and kissed him with a full open mouth. “I was so worried about you,” he breathed before resting his forehead against Draco’s. He wouldn’t let go of the embrace. He had to let the other boy feel how much he loved him.
“I’m sorry,” Draco repeated. “He sent me on a mission with Yaxley. Bastard wouldn’t leave me alone for a second, not even to piss. I think he suspects me, so I didn’t dare try to contact you. I . . . I botched the task on purpose. I know I’m not supposed to do that. Please don’t be angry, Severus. I . . . I just couldn’t . . . He kept me last night to p-punish me.”
“Are you all right? Do you need me to summon Pomfrey?” Severus asked straight to the point. His voice was purposefully devoid of any emotion.
“No, I’m all right,” Draco replied, but Harry could feel the slight shudder in his body as he spoke. “You know how He is. He likes to use humiliation as the main form of punishment for a failed mission, peppered with a few doses of the Cruciatus. As long as you’re occasionally useful to Him, He doesn’t want to do any permanent damage.”
Severus gently put an arm on Draco’s shoulder. “Then perhaps we should move this upstairs. We seem to be drawing a crowd.” Severus jerked his head towards the hallway.
As Harry turned to look in the indicated direction, he saw that they were indeed being watched by half the Order. Lupin looked disapproving. Ron’s jaw was in danger of hitting the floor. They had always refrained from public displays of their affection because Harry had known that his friends wouldn’t understand. How could they? Harry didn’t fully understand it himself. He’d started fucking Snape and Malfoy in an attempt to shock his body into realizing it was still alive. Those early times when he’d given himself over, Severus had been the only one willing to give him what he needed. When he played with them, at least he felt something besides anger. However, it hadn’t stopped there. He’d spent more and more time with them. They were the only ones that didn’t flinch away or scold when Harry went into one of his fits of rage. They were the only ones that were willing to accept him just the way he was. Even Ron and Hermoine had been unable to let him be himself without offering some sort of advice on how he ought to behave or what he should feel. The more time he spent with Severus and Draco, the more they let their guard down around him, until finally Harry was able to clearly see the real men inside their masks. The three of them had more in common than he had ever known. Severus and Draco were very subtle, but Harry could now see the evidence of their affection for him. They cared about Harry, the real Harry, not the Harry they wanted him to be. It wasn’t even about sex anymore. It was about the trust and understanding they had for each other. Harry knew he’d never be able to explain any of that to anyone else. Without a word, the three of them headed upstairs.
Severus and Draco had been given Regulas’ old room. No one objected to their taking the bedroom covered in Slytherin colors. Harry had wanted to move in with them for quite some time, but he kept up the appearance of living in Sirius’ former room, even if he didn’t sleep there most nights. The moment the door was closed, Harry immediately resumed his full body hug on Draco. Severus came up behind them and wrapped a protective arm around each of their shoulders.
“I’m sorry. That isn’t how I would have chosen to out our relationship.” Harry nearly laughed as he thought about the look on Ron’s face. He was serious about the apology, though. He was sure that Severus and Draco would both be subject to some odd questions and angry looks soon. “You aren’t mad are you?” Harry turned his face to look up into Snape’s black eyes. He knew Severus valued his privacy, and truly hadn’t meant to reveal that much.
“I hugged you publicly first, remember?” Severus pointed out. There was a bit of a twitch at the corners of his mouth, as if he found the whole thing very amusing. “You needed us. Your friends will get over it.” The first part of the statement was completely true, but Harry wasn’t sure about the validity of the last. In any case, he didn’t care.
“I was glad you were there for me when I got back from . . .,” Draco trailed off.
“Are you sure you aren’t hurt, Draco? You don’t need any healing potions?” Severus asked.
Draco shook his head. “I’m okay. He did hurt me. It was . . . really bad this time, but . . .” he shuddered again. Harry’s arms instinctively tightened around the shaking body. “I was terrified of losing my concentration and revealing something important with the pain. It was so hard to block Him out while continuing to show Him images of what He expected to see. I was in such agony, for a moment, I didn’t think that I could do it anymore, but then He stopped. I don’t think He saw anything.”
Severus pulled his hand off of Harry’s shoulder and softly caressed Draco’s face. “You did fine. I know from experience how awful that is to endure. Keeping your mind focused through it is next to impossible. However, if He had seen anything, you’d already be dead. You did very well, Draco.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever let either of you out of my sight again,” Harry murmured. That was impossible, and they all knew it. Constant danger was a part of their lives, but for a little while Harry wanted to pretend. Draco’s body relaxed in his arms, but Harry couldn’t get the image of Voldemort hurting him out of his head. He felt an insatiable need to reclaim his lover. Draco was his, his and Severus’. He wanted to cover the boy’s body in his touch, to remove the scent of Voldemort from him. Despite the Dark Mark, Draco was theirs; he had never really belonged to Him. Harry wanted to prove it. “I want you.” Harry’s voice was raspy from suddenly flooding hormones. “Are you too tired?”
“I am tired,” Draco admitted as he nuzzled into Harry’s shoulder. He opened his eyes for a second and added, “So are both of you. Don’t lie. I can tell you both stayed up all night worrying about me. You have shadows under your eyes.” Draco always had been observant, but was his statement true? Had Severus stayed up all night worrying, too? If Harry had known that then he would have come down to this room seeking comfort instead of pacing his own room alone all night. “I’m tired,” Draco repeated, “but, I want . . . I need . . .” His eyes locked with Harry’s. “If you’ll still have me?”
Harry understood all too well. After an assignment like Draco had just been through you needed to know that no matter what had happened, no matter how much you had messed up or what you had been forced to do, someone still loved you and accepted you. It didn’t matter what awful thing Voldemort had forced Draco to do or that purposefully throwing the assignment might have been a mistake, Harry still cared about Draco just as much, just the way he was. Draco needed to feel that. Harry poured those emotions into the deep, wet kiss he gave Draco. “I want you,” he whispered again.
“Sev?” Draco cautiously turned his attention to Severus, seeking approval.
He did not hesitate to pull the blond in closer for his own passionate kiss. “You know how I feel about you, Draco,” he said firmly. “I will always be here for you.”
Severus scanned Draco’s eyes, and then after a moment scanned Harry’s as well. At first Harry had resented these intrusions into his mind, but now he recognized them for what they were. Severus was determining what they needed and what they desired so that he could make certain that his partners received what they truly wanted from their encounters. Severus always knew what would make them all feel good. Harry never had to worry about being asked to do something that was beyond what he was comfortable with.
“You two go ahead and play, let me watch. Don’t object, Draco,” Severus put a finger to Draco’s lips. “I still want you. I’ll join in a minute. Harry really wants to have you to himself for a moment, and you know how arousing it is for me to watch the two of you.” He kissed Draco again to dispel any further concerns then stepped aside, finally giving Harry full access to Draco.
Harry wasted no time before tossing off his sweater and t-shirt. He slightly cursed Draco for always dressing so finely. Silk shirts always had too many little buttons, but Harry delighted in removing each and every one, revealing a bit more of Draco with each step. A part of him always cringed when he saw the scar that his own Sectumsempra spell had caused. It was impossible not to feel some guilt knowing that a stupid childhood rivalry had led him to hurt Draco instead of help him when he needed it the most, but that was in the past. It was too dangerous to linger on regrets. Harry focused on devouring Draco’s neck as he finally removed the shirt. He unfastened his lover’s pants and allowed them to fall to the floor. Then he savored the feeling of running his hands possessively all over Draco’s naked back.
Draco hissed softly as Harry grabbed his hips. Confused, Harry pulled back and looked at the area he had touched. “Oh, you are hurt,” Harry whispered with concern. There were large purple bruises across Draco’s back. Lowering his boxers revealed deeper bruises along the boy’s hips.
“It’s nothing,” Draco whispered as Harry ran a finger along his hipbone.
Severus already had a potion in his hand. “Drink,” Severus commanded as he thrust the vial towards Draco. “I thought so,” he added before he healed what was clearly a rope burn around Draco’s wrists. He tilted Draco’s head until their eyes met. “Are you really all right?”
Draco nodded. “I didn’t realize I’d bruised.”
“Hold onto Harry, and I’ll heal it for you.”
Harry wrapped the abused boy in his arms and held him tight as Severus healed the injured area. He whispered soothing nothings into his ear as Draco trembled in his arms. When he finished, Severus kissed Draco’s ear and whispered, “We love you.” Harry waited for the nod of permission before he resumed his caressing of Draco’s body.
Grabbing Draco’s hand, Harry led it to his own crotch. Draco had deflated significantly, but Harry was still rather hard. “It seems I have a head start on you now. Let me catch you up,” he suggested as he rubbed Draco’s hand along the fabric of his jeans. He quickly stepped out of them and his boxers. He gently pushed Draco towards the bed. “Let me make you feel good.”
There was no sign of reluctance as Draco fell onto the bed on his back. He happily spread his legs for Harry. Harry didn’t have to be a legilimens to know that Voldemort’s punishment had hurt Draco, but he needed something to take the edge off the pain. He longed for the escape that only sex could give any of them. There was nothing in Draco’s eyes but sheer desire. Harry focused his efforts on pleasuring his partner. He ground his body against the placid shaft just long enough to cause it to stir before he grasped it firmly with his hand. Pumping in and out, occasionally teasing at the tip, Harry worked Draco until his erection matched his own.
“Good?” Harry asked as Draco arched his back and whimpered slightly. The whimper turned into a moan as Harry’s ministrations had the intended effect. “I want to make you feel good, Draco. What do you want?” Harry meant it. He knew what he desired, but he cared more for what his partner needed. He was focusing on Draco’s pleasure tonight.
“I want you,” Draco begged. “I want to be yours, please Harry?”
“Roll over,” Harry instructed. The body under him obeyed, but he mewled slightly in protest of the loss of sensation. Unable to control himself, Draco began rubbing himself against the sheets. Harry couldn’t help but chuckle a little at this. “Soon, Draco,” he promised as he straddled the other man’s waist. He wanted to draw this out a little. He summoned the oil that Severus kept in his bedside table and poured some on Draco’s back. Slowly Harry covered and kneaded every inch of Draco’s back and arms then he moved down his muscular legs before working his way back up. If his groin did happen to grind into Draco’s back or bottom as he worked, then it was all the better. “Now all the parts of you are mine; I’ve claimed them all, all except for one last spot. Do you want me to make that mine, too?”
Harry was not surprised by the response he got. “Yes, oh yes, Harry, please . . .”
Slowly Harry began using his fingers to stretch Draco’s entrance. This was about Draco’s pleasure, and he wanted to be certain that Draco was ready. As Harry added a third finger he noticed that Sev was standing against the wall, disrobed, and working on his own erection. Finally Harry separated Draco’s butt cheeks, positioned himself, and plunged deep inside. The content moan from his partner was nearly enough to send Harry over the edge right away, but he held himself back for Draco. As Harry began to rock himself in and out, he took it slow and let Draco establish the rhythm by the bucking of his hips.
“Sev, please, I need you, too. I want to be yours, too,” Draco pleaded.
Severus smiled. He had known that this would work out this way. He presented his fully engorged penis to Draco’s mouth as he stood on the side of the bed. Draco greedily wrapped his lips around it and began sucking. He was being claimed at both ends by two men that truly loved him.
Harry suddenly had the ability to make them all three gasp with pleasure. Plunging deeper into Draco took him closer and closer to coming with each stroke, but he could aim himself to the exact right spot to make Draco moan, which would cause him to take Severus deeper down his throat. They were all intertwined, three parts of the same whole. When Harry finally began spurting inside Draco, the two other men immediately spilled their seed. Exhausted and finally satiated, they all practically collapsed onto the bed.
Draco shifted somewhat to a more natural position, but Harry couldn’t be bothered to pull away from him. He just let his body slump against his lover’s. He enjoyed the contact of Draco’s warm, naked skin. Harry was about to let himself drift asleep when he noticed that Severus was trying to pull away from them. Draco had a firm grip on his wrist, so he wasn’t going anywhere, but he was definitely keeping to himself.
“Why do you always do that, Sev?” Harry asked. “Why do you always pull away after sex? You take care of my and Draco’s needs. You’re always there for us when we need to be held, but you think that we don’t know that you need to cuddle afterwards?”
“You never have known when to hold your tongue, have you Potter?” Severus accused, but Harry could tell that there was no real malice there. It was difficult for Severus to let anyone, even his lovers, see him as vulnerable.
“Whatever,” Draco whispered as he tugged on Severus’ arm. “Come cuddle us for me, then,” he demanded. He pulled on the older man’s wrist until he snuggled in against his side. Severus’ body tucked neatly around Draco; his arms reached over to hold Harry close. More content than they had ever dreamed of being, the three men drifted asleep sandwiched in each other’s embrace.
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