Fic: Challenge (NC-17) Title: Challenge Author: Margot/midnight_birth. Pairing: Snape/Draco/Harry, (Ron/Hermione on the side and brief mention of Harry/OMC in the distant past). Length: 4,359 Rating: NC-17 Disclaimer: I don’t own. JKR does. Warnings: Scenes of explicit sexual nature (voyeurism, masturbation, oral, anal). AU in that Snape never dies and the trio and Draco all go back to finish their “8th year”, EWE. Summary: Harry’s bored and restless, and is having a hard time adjusting to the peace of his “8th year” and his best friends’ relationship. When he suspects something is going on between his arch nemesis and his least favourite teacher (War hero or not), he goes to investigate. When things become crystal clear, Harry is unsure of why he keeps pushing to discover the two in the act, or why it seems that they share that desire. Author Notes: My first threesome ever, so I’m kind of excited. Thank you to la_dissonance for drawing an adorable cartoon which resulted in this fic which resulted in one of my squicks becoming one of my kinks. Enormous apologies to ravenna_c_tan for bearing with me, as it turns out I am a bit of an idiot. ♥
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“Would whoever’s playing footsies with me under the table please stop? Harry growled, whipping around with a glare to find his two best friends giggle and proceed to kick him repeatedly in a hurry to move their feet away.
They both gave him an apologetic smile, and Ron added a wink. Harry knew that he was out of line snapping at them like that – he had been doing that a lot lately – but he felt justified when they didn’t even notice. Long gone were the days when even a slight edge to his voice would put them on instant alert and make their faces cloud with concern.
It wasn’t that Harry wanted them to be concerned, of course. He was at Hogwarts, learning, not worrying about his fate, his friends’, or the world’s. That fact alone made him pinch himself every morning just to check it was real. And he was more than happy for his friends’ new found relationship. He had been waiting for them to work out their issues and come to a realization obvious to everyone but them for ages, it seemed, and he was happy it had finally worked out for them. That selfless happiness, however, was clouded by his own recent and rather messy break-up and the fact that Ron and Hermione, like most new couples, wanted to spend as much time as they could alone. He was used to thinking for three, but they had each other covered now, and he didn’t require being thought for anymore.
In truth, he was expecting some of the old carelessness back when Hermione had convinced them to go back to Hogwarts and attain N.E.W.T.s with her. They could be Hogwarts students and have the kind of adventures Fred and George had in their glory days – skip classes, explore the grounds and the forest, find new secret rooms and passages, and actually have fun dodging professors in the hallways after hours. They could find out what it was like to be students at Hogwarts that didn’t have impending death hanging over their heads constantly. Harry couldn’t have foreseen the difficulties that came to stand before him in achieving those simple goals.
The truth was, they weren’t kids anymore, and they were far from being regular students, too. They were among very few of the oldest students there, they were of age, and they were among the only ones that had survived the final battle and came back to Hogwarts to tell about it. Everywhere they went they were followed by students with plate-sized eyes. Most admired from afar, not even daring to speak to them at all. Professors didn’t question them if they missed classes or were out after dark. They were adults walking the halls of a foreign-to-them place, fulfilling an unnecessary technicality. Harry found that his Invisibility Cloak came out of retirement only to get him from class to class without being the center of attention, and, more often than not, he regretted not taking Kingsley up on the Auror offer right after the war. It was plain to see that he didn’t belong at Hogwarts anymore.
He felt terrible for feeling bored. He didn’t need the danger and excitement (if one could call it that) of his previous years to feel comfortable, but something was definitely missing. He supposed that after six years he expected Hogwarts to stay the way it had always been, but it was asking too much. Dumbledore wasn’t there anymore, for one, and the deaths of his friends were still heavy on his heart. Peeves was calmer. Harry’s fame escalated from annoying to unbearable, and Ron and Hermione were oblivious to everything he was feeling. They weren’t bothered by the same things.
Harry groaned when the game of footsies under the table recommenced. Severus Snape, Harry’s most loathed professor who, even after being declared a war hero and given every award under the moon, insisted on staying on and teaching Potions, fixed Harry with a suspicious glare, and Harry quickly leaned over his cauldron again. He was sad to admit that Snape was about the only thing that stayed constant and familiar. He was just as grim, unfair and biased as he’d always been, despite the fact that there was only one Slytherin left in Harry’s year to be biased towards. Snape still gave them lots of homework, expected them all to do it, and didn’t stand for tardiness or absence.
There was a sudden loudly muttered obscenity and a quiet explosion at the table next to Harry’s, and he snapped his head to see Malfoy muttering under his breath and murmuring something, his wand out. Snape turned sharply from the blackboard and his gaze swept the classroom angrily, stopping first on Neville, who was working quietly, and then on Harry, obviously expecting the source of the noise to come from either of them. Harry glared back sulkily, stirring his no doubt flawless potion.
“Professor?”
Draco’s hand was up, and Snape’s eyes seemed to reluctantly leave the source of his venomous stare and glide over to Draco, immediately changing from annoyed to, if possible, almost affectionate.
“Mr Malfoy?”
“I think I put the Asphodel root a couple seconds too early. Is there a way to fix it without starting the potion over?”
Snape was by Draco’s side in a second, glaring dangerously at the couple of students who were looking at them curiously until they turned away, and then bending over Draco’s cauldron.
“There’s a way to fix this.”
“Thank you, Professor.”
Harry rolled his eyes and frowned. Draco was practically purring, and Snape seemed to be completely buying into Draco’s niceties. Harry knew full well that if it was any other student in the class, he or she would be screamed at and perhaps given detention, and the potion Evanescoed without a glance. As Snape carefully counted out Newt Eyes and starting to throw them into Draco’s cauldron one by one, Draco caught Harry’s eyes. He looked pleased with himself; more so now that he saw how angry the favouritism got Harry. He raised a brow in silent question and challenge.
“Can you believe that?” Harry whispered under his breath, nudging Ron in the side.
“What?”
Harry nodded in Draco’s direction and Ron shrugged. “What else is new? Malfoy kissing arse and Snape being all over it? It’s been like that since the beginning of time.”
“It’s just unfair. You’d think they’re –”
The words died on Harry’s lips as he stared at Draco, Snape leaning over the desk and saying something so quietly Harry could hardly make out the words.
“Very careless mistake, Draco. You’re not paying attention.”
“I didn’t get enough sleep last night,” Draco murmured. There was something strange in his eyes. “You can’t blame me for that.”
The wheels were turning in Harry’s mind towards a realization he couldn’t quite grasp yet as Snape’s fingers grazed Draco’s hand reaching over for the scales (Did he imagine it?). He was certain, however, that he didn’t imagine the look Draco gave Snape following that, or the way Snape had returned it.
The realization had come so suddenly to his mind that it seemed both Draco and Snape sensed it, suddenly looking over at Harry, catching his staring. Draco’s mouth curled in a self-satisfied smirk again and Snape’s in a scowl. Harry stared back boldly as the seconds crept by. He knew that staring into Snape’s eyes wasn’t the best idea. He couldn’t feel any invasion of his mind, though he had a sneaking suspicion that Snape could tell what he was thinking; Snape’s ability to read people seemed to go way beyond Legilimency. It seemed to him that the two were challenging him to say something, and he was challenging them back to say something to him.
Finally, Snape straightened out, put his hand on Draco’s fleetingly, his eyes never leaving Harry’s and then barked, “Class dismissed!” Harry stared with his mouth open as Snape swept out of the room. Draco followed with his head to the ground, obviously avoiding Harry’s eyes, but Harry could see a satisfied simper. They were doing something and, Harry knew, they felt they had achieved it.
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If Harry was joking, he’d find his friends’ faces very amusing. Ron looked disturbed and disgusted, and Hermione was frowning disapprovingly. Both, however, seemed to Harry very doubtful.
“Why would you even say something like that, Harry?” Ron asked after a while, wrinkling his nose. “I mean, even if you’re kidding, the image alone –”
“I’m not kidding!” Harry snapped. “It’s so obvious, looking at them!”
“Harry...” Hermione looked uncertain. “It’s how it is with Malfoy and Snape, though. Malfoy is the only Slytherin left in our year, so Snape puts all his favouritism towards him, but he treated all his Slytherins like that. Always. And favouritism doesn’t necessarily mean a –” Harry could see how much difficulty Hermione had getting words out “–sexual relationship.”
Ron made a gagging noise.
“They were flaunting it!” Harry jumped out and paced in front of the bench the three were sitting on the courtyard, throwing an irritated look towards the group of first-years staring at them from afar. “They wanted me to know it! They were challenging me with it.”
“Challenging you to do what, exactly?” Ron asked.
“I don’t... know.” Harry sighed. “Does it matter? I say we get my Invisibility Cloak out tonight and go see how much truth there is to this whole thing.”
Ron and Hermione exchanged knowing looks.
“Look, mate, I know you’ve been bored,” Ron started unsurely, looking at Hermione, who was urging him on, “and we realize we haven’t exactly been around as much, but –”
“We thought it’d be great to do more things together!” Hermione piped in, smiling. “It’s our last year at Hogwarts and all. I’m sure it would be great to find out as much as there is to know about the castle. In fact, I was re-reading Hogwarts, a History, and it thinly suggests that there may be another passage the Marauders haven’t discovered leading from around the Quidditch locker rooms.”
Harry stared from one eager face to the other. They didn’t believe him. Not only that, but they seemed to be convinced that he came up with a cock-and-bull story in order to get “adventure” and get their attention. It was true that Harry felt a little excited at a change of pace – something to discover and investigate again – but he didn’t make anything up.
“I still say we should get to the bottom of the Malfoy Snape thing first,” he insisted stubbornly. “I mean, you should’ve seen how satisfied they looked. They weren’t even hiding it, they were flaunting it! I’m sure they’re just daring me to prove it’s true.”
“Alright.” Hermione pinched the bridge of her nose. “Hypothetically, let’s say you’re right. Hypothetically, Ronald,” she added quickly when Ron opened his mouth to interrupt. “Say we go and investigate, and say we find that it’s true. Then what? You’re going to tell McGonagall? You’re going to feel better because you “won” some sort of game that they’re luring you into? Technically, Malfoy is of age and has as little need to be here as we do, so I can’t say they’re doing anything wrong, or anything that is anyone’s business but their own.”
“Besides,” Ron added, “if we do go and snoop around and try to prove it’s true, we’ll have to catch them in the act, won’t we? And mate, nobody needs to see that.”
They were right, of course. Harry knew that Hermione’s practical approach made sense, as always. What if they did find them in the act? What then? Harry doubted he could hold it over either of their heads. He didn’t need anything from Draco, and Snape had a whole lot he could hold over Harry’s head. There wasn’t even a blackmailing incentive.
Yet there was something in the challenging, daring way that Draco and Snape had looked at him that kept resurfacing in his mind. Did he imagine it, or were they actually challenging him? And if they were, why?
“Harry? You’ll give it up, won’t you?” Hermione sounded worried.
There was only one thing to say. “Yeah.” He tried to smile and both looked immensely relieved. “Why don’t you show me that passage, Hermione?”
He listened to her, only taking in half the words. In his mind, against all common sense, there was only one thing to do.
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Harry walked slowly through the corridors. He had planned this out meticulously, but now had doubts. It wasn’t really as exciting or difficult as he had imagined it would be. There was no one in the dark corridors, and his Invisibility Cloak served as no more than a formality. Glancing at the Marauder’s Map, he could see that both Snape and Draco were in Snape’s classroom, the same place they had been since midnight.
It was very clear that Harry had been right. He had no doubt what he would find them doing that late at night in an abandoned classroom. What he couldn’t figure out, however, was why he kept walking. Why he felt the need to see it with his own eyes. The truth was that since the day he had made the discovery in Potions, his mind kept coming back to it often. At night, he lay awake and found himself imagining what he would see when he discovered them. He was apprehensive to find himself painfully turned on and in need of an immediate release when that happened.
But the way they had looked at him then... they may as well have been calling him now. He couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d imagined it, and was walking straight into an unpleasant, awkward situation.
He found the door to the classroom slightly opened. Opened enough, in fact, for him to slip through without having to widen it much more. They were obviously not afraid of being caught. Not afraid, or willing to be, his mind whispered.
It was dark in the room, but light enough for Harry to immediately notice the two figures, their profiles etched in light by the windows. Blushing, he realized that they were kissing. Get out, his mind hissed at him, as he slowly stepped closer to the pair, coming close enough to see the lips moving hungrily and the hands groping. He was surprised that during the hour it took him to make a resolve and actually get down to the classroom the two hadn’t gotten passed kissing yet. He stared, entranced, as Severus fisted his hand in Draco’s hair, pulling the blond’s back roughly, and sinking his teeth into Draco’s neck. Draco moaned loudly, a sound that made Harry very aware of his own rapidly growing erection.
Snape was muttering something into Draco’s neck now and the next thing Harry knew Draco was kneeling, his fingers skilfully undoing Snape’s trousers and pulling down his pants. Harry had to suppress a moan and take a step back to find the wall supporting him. He had no idea why this was turning him on. It was no secret to him that he liked blokes. His messy fling with a man whose name he couldn’t even remember (or did he forget to ask?) was the reason he called it quits with Ginny and all women along with her. But he had never expected that he would find anything attractive in either Draco or Snape. They were the two people he spent the better part of his life loathing almost more than anyone else, and now he was undoing his own trousers, freeing his cock and grasping it, while unable to look away from Draco’s skilful mouth on Snape’s.
It was evident that there was no hesitation between the two men. They seemed to know their way around each other’s bodies in a way that suggested they’ve been doing it a long time. Harry felt his mouth dry when he took in the picture of Snape leaning on the desk, his head thrown back, and Draco in front of him on his knees, licking and sucking slowly, eliciting loud moans from Snape. It didn’t even matter to him that it was Snape and Malfoy in front of him anymore. He had to bring his hand and bite it in order to keep himself quiet, licking his lips and imagining what Snape would taste like. What Draco would taste like.
“Stop,” Snape suddenly grunted, stilling Draco’s head with his hands and pulling the younger man up by his shoulders. “I’m not ready to come yet. I have a much better idea.”
The two exchanged a knowing look and a sly smile before Draco turned and swept the classroom with a gaze. Harry froze.
“Where is he?” Draco asked, looking back at Snape who, to Harry’s absolute horror, nodded in his general direction.
Harry had barely time to try and tuck himself back in before Draco was by him, feeling the air with his hands until they finally landed on his shoulder, and pulling the cloak off him with a satisfied smile. Harry stood, stunned. There was no way he could explain himself. He was leaning on the wall, perspiration running down his face, with his cock in his hand. His position left no doubt as to what he was doing to the observer’s eye.
“Enjoying the show, Potter?” Snape drawled, walking up beside Draco and sweeping Harry with a look.
“You knew?” Harry croaked. His mouth was so dry he almost felt like he was chocking.
“That you were here or that you would come the very next time we did this?” Draco asked, throwing Snape an amused look. “You are very predictable, Potter. As if it’s even conceivable that you would believe to have been extended a challenge and not follow up on it.”
“I wasn’t...” Harry didn’t know what he could say. He came there because he couldn’t not come after they dared him to. In that they were right. They knew he would come. They wanted him to. And he, knowing what he would find there, wanted to come as well. On top of all that, he now really needed to come.
“Come here,” Snape murmured.
When Harry remained frozen, Draco pulled him away from the wall and stepped behind him, snaking his hands around Harry’s waist and pulling him close. Harry could feel Draco’s erection pressing into him. Paralyzed by Draco’s strong grip, Harry watched as Snape took a step closer and then leaned in and caught Harry’s lips with his teeth, pulling away far enough to make him gasp. Draco, meanwhile, was sliding Harry’s robes off his shoulders and unbuttoning his shirt, kissing and nibbling on his neck and the sensitive spot behind his ear.
“Would you relax already, Potter,” Draco whispered into his ear. “It feels like we have a marble statue between us.” Harry’s shirt was gone and Draco’s hands were running over his chest, tweaking a nipple and dragging his nails.
Slowly, Harry was coming out of his stupor. He had allowed himself to lean into Draco, marvelling at his touch, while his lips finally started to stumble against Snape’s, attempting to reciprocate. Harry could feel Snape smirk as he took his face in his hands and deepened the kiss. Draco fumbled with something behind his back and Harry felt Draco’s bare skin against his back, his erection growing harder. Taking initiative, he busied himself with ridding Snape of his clothing. He wanted to feel them both. The point where he could be shy and unsure was past. This was happening, and Harry wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Did you stare at your map every night, waiting for us to do this again so you can come watch?” Snape murmured, leaning back. “Draco and I gave you a few days. To imagine.”
“Cocky,” Harry shot back. He could feel Draco chuckle into his shoulder. “Why were you so sure I’d come?”
“Because, Potter, you may have thought you were glaring, but you were actually everything but drooling when you realized about Severus and me,” Draco replied. “We decided to oblige. Who are we, after all, to refuse the Golden Boy?”
Harry frowned. “Oblige me?”
“Shut up, both of you,” Snape growled, pulling him forward and then turning him roughly and bending him over the table. “Potter, you’re anything but hard to read. We obviously weren’t wrong.” He gave Harry a sharp slap on the arse. “And Draco, you’ve been the one whining about brining Potter into this for half a month.”
“Only because I could see he wanted it,” Draco returned defensively. “And not like I heard a lot of arguing from you. You agreed awfully quickly.”
Snape scowled and crushed his lips to Draco’s, kissing him hungrily as Harry watched, his cock twitching. He almost felt fortunate that in an interaction with so much passion, there was a place for him. The two seemed quite into each other.
“I want him,” Snape stated, turning back to Harry and caressing his arse before snaking his arms around his hips and making short work of his belt.
“Please,” Draco murmured with a smirk.
Snape murmured a Lubrication Spell and gently prodded, as Harry gripped the table and Draco watched, stroking his cock lazily. Harry felt like he was doing a demonstration, and it was turning him on even more.
Snape was surprisingly slow and gentle at first. He slid in slowly, stopping often and letting Harry adjust, and then continuing, caressing his shoulders when he tensed up. It wasn’t Harry’s first time, but Harry was definitely not used to it. He had only done it once before, in fact, and the experience was a blur. It was too painful, too rough, too sloppy, and over too fast. It was nothing like that with Snape. It didn’t hurt as much (or as unexpectedly) as the first time did, and the fact that it was Snape and not some nameless guy made the experience better.
“Come here,” Snape murmured, pulling Harry up and turning him away from the table, and then bending him over slightly and making him rest his hands on his thighs. “Draco, care to contribute?”
“You look uncomfortable,” Draco said cheerfully, kneeling in front of Harry and touching his cock, making Harry scream out. “Sensitive, isn’t it? Let me take care of that for you.”
Harry felt surprised he was standing at all, regardless of the fact that Snape was partially holding him up. Snape’s cock slid in and out of him rhythmically. Every time Snape drove in, Harry thrust his cock deep into Draco’s mouth. Harry wasn’t sure whether he could tell any of his body parts apart anymore. His whole body had become a mass of pleasure, going in waves from his arse to his cock and back.
It wasn’t long before Harry was coming with a scream, Snape quickening his pace and pistoning in and out of him, making Harry’s orgasm more intense with every move, Snape’s cock hitting something inside him that made Harry’s knees buckle under him. Draco had let go of Harry’s flaccid cock when Harry’s orgasm subsided, leaning his head against Harry’s hip and pumping his own erection desperately. With a moan Snape reached his climax, grabbing Harry’s hips hard enough to bruise and giving one last hard thrust before releasing into Harry. Draco was the last to come, spurred on by Snape’s orgasm, clutching Harry’s leg for support as he bucked his hips into his hand a couple more times.
The moment Snape had disconnected and stepped away, Harry was on his knees in front of Draco, trembling. The blond was looking at him with a contended smirk which didn’t manage to come off as sharp as usual, and leaned in and brushed his lips against Harry’s.
Snape, meanwhile, had done his pants up and came to stand in front of them, looking down at them with a blank look.
“Bed,” he said finally, and Draco nodded, pulling himself up and gathering his clothes and Harry’s, throwing them at him.
Harry followed the two out of the classroom and down to the dungeons without a word, though he wasn’t entirely certain he was invited. Perhaps Snape meant they each were to go to their own beds? Or perhaps Harry’s part was done, and the two just wanted to be alone. Neither of them objected, however, as he walked through Snape’s office and followed them through the open door to Snape’s quarters and through the dark rooms to the bedroom.
The two started shrugging out of their clothes while still walking, falling nude on Snape’s large bed. Harry stood by the foot unsurely.
“What are you doing, Potter?” Draco asked and yawned. “Get in here so we can go to sleep.”
“We all sleep now? Here? Together on the bed?”
“Well, you can sleep on the floor if it suits you better,” Snape growled, though his voice sounded tired and devoid of its usual venom.
Harry waited another minute and then took off his own clothes and crawled in beside Draco, who was lying in the crook of Snape’s arm. Without hesitating this time, Harry brought his arms around Draco and hugged him from behind, burrowing his face in between Draco’s shoulder blades. Snape’s hand, outstretched over their heads, started to play lazily with Harry’s hair.
“So what now?” Harry asked.
“Now you go to sleep before I turn around and kick you in the shin,” Draco murmured, his voice full of sleep.
Despite his exhaustion, Harry lay awake, listening to Draco’s light snoring and Snape’s even breathing. This felt good. It didn’t matter that Draco was a git and Snape was the most horribly mean individual Harry had ever met. Nothing really mattered. He could do this. He wanted this. It was too late to go back.
Harry pressed himself closer to Draco and chuckled to himself. It probably wouldn’t have worked out so brilliantly if he had brought Ron and Hermione with him as he originally intended to. If only they knew.