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Fic: Blood Moon
Title: Blood Moon
Author: Cyane Snape
Pairing: Snape/Draco/Harry
Length: 7652 words
Rating: NC17
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Warnings: very very briefly implied mpreg. You’ll miss it if you blink. Oh…and dirty sex, lots of it.
Prompt: "Ordinary riches can be stolen, real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you."--Oscar Wilde
Summary: Ordinary lives spend every day planning for the future. Sometimes those plans never come to fruition. Extraordinary lives make their own future…no matter how long it takes.
Author Notes: Special thanks to the world’s greatest beta, Gavilan. There are also several paragraphs lifted directly from “Half-Blood Prince.” That section is noted*.
Blood Moon
by Cyane Snape
In later years they would say that that night experienced the worst storm ever recorded in modern history. Some would say that it was the exact kind of storm that created the planet. Some feared that it was the end of the world. It was a blood moon after all.
What no one realized was that it wasn’t really a storm—it was magic.
And it wasn’t the end of all things—it was the beginning of forever.
***
The lone figure stood overlooking the rocky Scottish countryside as a dark red moon cast an eerie glow in the night sky. In the distance, to the right, an ancient castle rested on a hillside silently watching as a giant squid that guarded the shore undulated through the waters of the black lake. Off to the left stood the dark forest, its inhabitants invisible to the human eye.
The watcher took a deep breath as if to prepare for the confrontation to come. This night had finally arrived after many long years of waiting. This night would witness the fourth consecutive blood moon lunar eclipse – a tetrad. It was also Samhain – the night to celebrate Merlin’s birth – the one night out of one hundred thousand nights that the souls of the dead would be closest to the mortal plain, and the wizard had taken every precaution to see the fruition of his plan.
The lone figure limped slightly as he made his way across the rocky, uneven terrain. His leg would heal quickly, but he needed time to rest before that could happen. He was a hunter and his last encounter had nearly ended his life, but his superior strength and skill gave him a decided edge. He was hungry too, but that could wait as well. He needed the sharp edge that hunger gave him to finish what he needed to do. With a wave of the staff in his hand, the wards surrounding the old school buckled around the old wizard as the ancient gates opened to allow him entry. The massive oak doors opened, emitting a ray of light and beckoned him into the warmth. He wondered how long it would take for someone to notice his presence.
~*~*~
Crossing the empty entrance hall to enter the Great Hall, the wizard stopped short to see a young man, sitting on top of the teacher’s table staring at the large mural painted on the rear wall. Emblazoned in full color thirty feet high were all the victims in the Second Great Wizards’ War. Reminiscent of Michelangelo’s “Last Judgment”, Voldemort and his followers were represented as shadowy faceless figures near the bottom of the painting. Near the top were those from the Light that had been lost. Ancient memoires of times gone by surged to life as the old wizard placed names to faces: Remus, Tonks, Sirius, Moody, Dumbledore, Fred, Creevey…even Dobby the house elf and Hedwig the snow owl had places of honor at the very top of the mural. The center of the painting held the portraits of the supposed heroes. To him they were merely the survivors.
In the very center of the mural was Harry Potter – wand pointed at the sky. The wizard sneered at the portrait. The ‘hero’ had ghostly figures of James and Lily Potter standing behind his shoulders, but the face of The Boy Who Lived told the real story. He stood with wand raised, screaming his outrage to the heavens, green eyes flashing in self righteousness. To his left stood Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley and the entire surviving Weasley family. On his right were Severus Snape, Draco Malfoy, Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy, Luna Lovegood and Neville Longbottom.
The most unique feature of the mural was that it was a Muggle-style portrait. None of the occupants moved or spoke. This specification was the one thing that Harry Potter had insisted upon or he would refuse to sit for the painting. He wanted that moment to be frozen in time and not to have the pain relived every time someone looked at the wall.
He was again distracted by a movement from the young man staring at the mural. With white-blond hair glowing in the moonlight, the older man made a bet with himself that if the young man turned, he would have stormy grey eyes. The student appeared to be a sixth or seventh year in age and his clothing was muggle-style sleep pants and a t-shirt emblazoned with “Don’t you wish you were a Slytherin like me”. As he gazed at the center of the painting, he sighed at the painting and said, “I wish you could speak to me and tell me what to do.”
The old wizard cleared his throat, startling the student, “Aren’t you supposed to be in bed this late at night? I thought Hogwarts still had a curfew.”
The young man jumped up and turned to face the intruder. Familiar grey eyes looked up at the stranger. Silhouetted against the light from the entrance hall was a tall man. He wore a long black leather trench coat and knee-high boots made from dragon hide. The clothing underneath was unrelentingly black also. At his side was a lethal looking broadsword and a potions belt encircled his waist. All in all he had the look of either a time-weary traveler or perhaps a madman.
The wizard slowly walked until he stood before the younger man. “Why are you staring at that dusty old painting? Don’t you have anything better to do than talk to the dead?”
The young man shook his blond head and looked over his shoulder at the war heroes. “I was just wishing that they could give me advice on something.”
“What kind of advice could you want from heroes long dead?”
“I wanted some advice on my mate?”
“Your mate? What is your name?” But the stranger already knew what the young man would say.
The young man paused to examine the intruder one more time before extending his hand and answering, “Please excuse my rudeness. My name is Niall. Niall Malfoy and my great-great … several times…grandfather was Headmaster. I’m three-quarter Veela from the Malfoy and Bellerive sides of my family. Well, you see, sir, it’s just that my birthday was three days ago and I was incredibly fortunate and found my mate here at school.”
“I don’t understand. What’s the problem?”
“Well, you see, sir, he and I have not exactly been friends here at Hogwarts. In fact, we’ve fought since the first day of school. David Weasley and I … I just don’t know what to do. I’m very much afraid that he will reject me.”
The old wizard smiled to himself. “Hmmm. Malfoys and Weasleys. I thought that old feud had died out ages ago. However, I can guarantee that young Mr. Weasley will love and adore you. That’s the way it is with soul mates. You were born to be perfect for each other.”
The young man took a little comfort from the older man’s words. “Thank you, sir. If you don’t mind my asking, who are you?”
The older wizard stepped into the moonlight shining in from the large windows and he heard Niall’s shocked breath. Niall looked at the center of the mural and back to the wizard.
“You? I thought…” Niall looked at the mural and back at the wizard. “Oh…I was sent down here to deliver a message to you. Sir, I think you should go up now. He’s waiting for you.”
~*~*~*~
The walk up to the Headmaster’s quarters was a familiar one. He had traveled it like clockwork for years, but it had been a long time since the last visit. The candy-themed password had disappeared shortly after Dumbledore’s death, but it would have been unnecessary anyway. The wizard waved his staff and the gargoyle came to life. The old door to the office was already opened so the visitor made himself at home. The old headmaster’s office had actually been deserted for several years. The current headmaster, a centaur, had created an office and living quarters on the ground floor for ease of movement instead of using the lofty tower and he also wanted to be closer to the student population. Looking around carefully, not much had changed since the last time the old wizard had been in the room.
“Well, it’s about bloody time you got here!” a voice called from the left side of the room. “Do you have any idea how long it’s been?”
“Hello, to you too, Headmaster. It’s nice to know that some things haven’t changed over the years.”
A second voice snarled, “It’s been thirty years, Potter. Thirty long bloody years! What took you so long?”
The wizard that all of Britain knew as Harry Potter casually walked over to the acerbic blond. “You know, Draco, I thought that you would have gotten over the whole whiney-prat thing by now, but you just get worse with old age. Do you have any bloody idea what I’ve gone through all these years? Do you know what it’s like to be the freak show of the century? Do you know how isolated I’ve been? At least you’ve had company, not cheerful , pleasant company, I admit, but at least there was someone to talk to. I’ve had no one, Draco, no one for over 100 years.”
The first voice piped in, “Well, Potter, time certainly hasn’t tempered your personality either. Aren’t wizards supposed to mellow with age?”
“Just shut the fuck up, Severus. I don’t need you on my back too.”
Draco Malfoy snorted, “Actually if I remember correctly, you rather enjoyed Severus on your back when we were students.”
Harry rounded on the blond again. “But it’s been a bloody long time since then, hasn’t it? I’ve been trying to solve this little problem for years and the two of you just sit up here on your arses waiting for me to save the fucking day one more time.”
“I resent that, Potter. I believe it was I who put you on the correct path to perfecting the potion you needed during your last visit.”
“Thank you so fucking much, Snape. One time in the never-ending list of times that you snarled at me over a potion and you feel you need to be praised. Well, you can just hold your breath and wait for that to happen.”
“That would be rather a waste of time, now wouldn’t it?” Draco asked.
Harry conjured a chair and threw himself into its soft depths. “When you two are quite through, let me know. I’m exhausted and starving. So I’m just not in the mood for your typical banter tonight. I want to get this done and get on with my life, such as it is.”
Draco moved as close as he dared. “Has it really been that bad?” Severus sat back and waited for Harry’s response.
“Yes, it’s that bad. Completely discounting the fact that it’s taken so long to figure out exactly HOW to make the potion and complete the bonding ritual, it’s been hard watching everyone I love grow old and die. The dragon pox epidemic two years ago wiped out most of the Weasley elders, only those living on the continent escaped. Neville has nearly lost his mind since Ginny’s death ten years ago. It just goes on and on from there…And then I arrive here to meet my long-lost great-how-many-times- grandson. How many of them are there? I didn’t even know this one existed.”
“The Potter-Malfoy-Snape dynasty boasts five hundred and thirteen witches and wizards, as far as I know. It’s been a long time since your last visit.” Draco answered. “How are you feeling? You look awful.” Harry only briefly glanced in the mirror as he ran his fingers through his messy black hair. “I’m very hungry, but I have to be to complete the ritual. Speaking of which, I need to get the cauldron heating to finish this on time. This will be our only chance tonight. It will be nearly a hundred more years before another blood moon tetrad on Samhain. It’s already getting late.”
“You were successful in acquiring all the ingredients?” Snape asked. “Even the powdered elf wing?”
Harry continued setting up the cauldron and the items he needed. Everything had been prepared ahead of time in order to complete the process as quickly as possible. “Yes, Lord Tliron did demand a special favor for it, but it was within the limits of what I was willing to do for it. Merlin, but he’s disgusting. You know, those wood elves have gone raving mad in the last century, but in the end I was successful. At least I didn’t have to kill anyone for it.” Harry looked up at the two other wizards “But I would have killed for it just to have it, you know that don’t you?”
“Yes, Potter, we have all waited a long time for this day to come to pass. Now, do you remember all the steps?”
“Severus, you drilled them into my head the last time I was here. I haven’t forgotten. Now be quiet or I won’t be finished in time.”
Midnight, the crucial hour, was quickly approaching as Harry Potter took out a yellow, tattered piece of folded parchment and extracted its contents. Harry carefully added the ancient ingredients, one blond hair and one long black hair, to the mix. He then stirred first clock-wise seven times and then in an infinity shape six times. With ten minutes to spare he added the final item. He nicked his palm with a sharp blade and added only two drops of his blood. The potion fizzled and turned blood red.
“You know that this is really Dark Magic, don’t you?”
“Dark Magic, Light Magic – what does it really matter, Draco? The differences are just unimportant to me anymore. Most of the world thinks I’m trying to be the next Dark Lord. They’re all afraid of me, with reason. Completing this ritual has been my driving force for so many years … I’ve become a bit anti-social. I even had to visit those fucking elves in the Shadow Lands to finish this and that could leave anybody scarred for life. Between that and hunting rogue werewolves, people tend to steer clear of me when they see me. I believe they think me a bit insane.”
“Are you?”
“Of course.”
Harry filled two vials with the red liquid and set them aside. He then drew a pentagram on the floor in salt and as he finished, he grabbed the two vials and began to chant.
“Spirits of the world, hear my plea. On this most festive night of Samhain, I ask for the release of two of your most precious souls. Mother Earth, you hold the souls of two who were lost from this mortal plane so many years ago but far before their time. Guardians of the Gates, release them so that they may once again rejoin the world that calls for them. Accept this sacrifice of my blood as gift for this favor.”
Harry sliced open the palm of his hand and traced the pentagram with his blood. The air in the room became very warm and smoky. The portraits rattled on the wall as the magic began to take effect. Slowly, the smoke from the blood and salt floated to the ceiling. Two large portraits shook hard enough to fall off the wall and settle on the floor. The painted images contorted and writhed as if in pain. Suddenly, first one, then the other began to reach out of the portrait to grab at Harry Potter’s legs.
Harry reached down and grabbed at the first hand that reached for him. With inhuman strength, he pulled the figure out of the portrait and wrapped his arms tightly around the waist of the blond he had just rescued from the portrait. Harry thrust a vial of potion into the blond’s hands and said, “Drink this, now.” Draco complied without saying a word and leaned heavily into the support of Harry’s strong body. Another hand grabbed at his leg from the other side. The wizard reached out to grasp the long thin fingers that clutched at his trousers and pulled the second body out of its painting.
“You, too. Now drink, Severus.” The dark-haired wizard thrust the second bottle into long potion-stained fingers. The storm outside began to rage as the howling wind blew in from the ancient windows, knocking bric-a-brac around the office. He held on to both of the newly corporeal bodies and raised his head to cry to the heavens.
“I call upon you, Drakulya, Lord of the Undead. Accept these souls into our world of the vampires as my mates and consorts.”
Needle-sharp fangs dropped into place just as Harry Potter bit down on the pale flawless neck of Draco Malfoy, sucking the heavenly smelling blood from his vein.
~*~*~*~
Many years earlier…
They had lost Severus to Nagini’s attack in the Shrieking Shack just before the battle that finally rid the world of Voldemort and his cronies. Harry had believed that the older wizard would have been safe. He never dreamed that Snape would be sacrificed by the Dark Lord. By the time the young wizard had arrived at the shack, it had already been too late. He knelt over to give his lover one final kiss, but was stopped by a bloody hand.
Severus coughed out, “Legilimens,” and memory upon memory flooded the young man’s head--memories of Severus’ love for Lily Evans as well as memories of sultry nights spent in the bed with both Draco and Harry. Once the memories had finished, he spoke for the last time.
“Never forget, Harry. Yes, I did love Lily, but that was nothing compared to what I experienced with you and Draco. I never really understood how to love until the two of you.”
Blood gushed and bubbled across his body and on to the floor as the Chosen One allowed himself a few minutes to break down and cry for his lost love. He had hidden Draco safely in the lower levels of the dungeon where it would be safe. Sudden doubts crept up into Harry’s heart and he became desperate to check on Draco’s safety. The three wizards had officially bonded during the previous winter holidays and Draco was currently recovering from the birth of the trio’s first children, a set of male twins.
Harry kissed the older wizard’s forehead and said, “I’ll be back for you, Severus. I must check on Draco. I love you.” The young man rushed down the stairs and through the tunnel that led to the passage underneath the Whomping Willow. He ran across the battlefield, dodging spell upon spell as he made his way to the front of the old school. Bodies lay to the left and right of his path. Many bodies were destroyed by spells so that they were not even recognizable. Voldemort and his Inner Circle were just coming out of the Forbidden Forest as Harry crossed the Dark Lord’s path. Behind Voldemort were the giants and werewolves that had joined his side. On the side of the light were the witches and wizards of Hogwarts as well as the Veela representation that had come over from France and the vampire delegation that Charlie had brought over from Romania. The forces were fairly evenly matched as far as power, but they were all waiting for the final confrontation – Voldemort and Harry had to end the war once and for all.
A flash of white drew Harry’s attention away from the Dark Lord. Standing on the front steps, Draco searched over the carnage, desperately looking for his mate. Harry had asked him to stay in the dungeon, but Draco had been in a state of panic since the Dark Lord had begun his attack. The rumors running through the castle had terrified him and he had to make sure that Harry was all right. He had also felt in his soul that Severus had been killed. Draco ignored his own pain to try to reach Harry. Harry would be devastated by the loss of their husband and partner.
Draco had left the children safely under the protection of his mother and father in Severus’ quarters. The elder Malfoys had been under the protection of the Order of the Phoenix since they had escaped the Dark Lord’s clutches at the beginning of the school year. Draco spotted his husband and ran headlong into the battle, wand drawn. Harry ran to him, ready to scream at the blond to return to the safety of the castle.
Draco grabbed him and ran his hands over his beloved’s face. “They said you were dead.”
Harry tried to smile, “I was, but I came back. Pansy actually saved me out there in the forest. I…I wasn’t in time though. I couldn’t get to the shack in time to save Severus. I’m sorry, Draco.”
Draco stared at his spouse with unbelieving eyes. It was so like Harry to consider Draco’s feelings before his own. Then suddenly a look of wild fear crossed his face and Draco pushed Harry off to the side just as the green beam of the death spell hit him directly in the center of his chest. The blond fell at his husband’s feet.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed the Chosen One.
The carnage that followed became the stuff of legends. Harry Potter cut a swath of death through Voldemort’s followers. He showed no mercy and was ruthless in his attack. When he finally reached the Dark Lord he was bleeding profusely from multiple curses and slashing hexes. Harry faced Voldemort and the evil one sent curse after curse at the Boy Who Lived. In the final moments, as Harry lay on the ground bleeding to death, the Dark Lord couldn’t resist hovering over his victim one last time to gloat. That was the precise moment that Harry Potter buried the sword of Gryffindor deep in the center mass of Tom Marvolo Riddle’s chest, killing him once and for all as he ripped the black heart from his body.
The Savior of all lay on the ground awaiting death, in fact he welcomed it. The last thing he saw before he blacked out was his friend and ally, the vampire lord. The vampires had joined the light side after Harry’s personal promise that there would be new protective legislation for all magical creatures once the war was over.
“Hold on, Harry. Help is on the way.”
“It’s all right, Armand. Let me go. I’m going to be with Draco and Severus. Tell the Malfoys to raise my sons for us. Tell the babies how much we loved them.”
Darkness enveloped the wizard and he closed his eyes, awaiting the restful sleep of death. After all, it was only another adventure, but he would finally be with the ones he loved.
~*~*~*~
Harry awoke in the Hogwarts Infirmary three days later. Upon opening his eyes, he realized that somehow, the world was different. First, he wasn’t supposed to be there at all. He was supposed to be dead. Second… well there wasn’t a second. He was supposed to be dead. Also, his bed was shrouded in heavy black curtains that blocked off all light sources.
He could hear his friends mumbling nearby, apparently worried for his safety. He could hear Hermione arguing with someone.
“But it’s just wrong. Harry wouldn’t want this. With both Severus and Draco gone, he wouldn’t have wanted to live without them, much less like this. Not even the twins will be able to console him after this. Severus and Draco were his life and now he’s been eternally condemned by the Minister’s actions. All Scrimgeour wants is a poster boy for his cause.”
Headmistress McGonagall had tried to explain that Harry had lost so much blood that Madame Pomfrey could do nothing to save him. He had been rescued from the battle and brought to the infirmary by the vampire lord Armand D’Uriel. Minister Scrimgeour refused to lose his hero at that late hour and demanded that D’Uriel ‘turn’ the war hero before it was too late. Reluctantly, knowing that his friend was dying, the vampire bit into his friend’s neck and drained his blood. A quick bite to his own wrist opened a vein and Armand placed the bleeding wound over the wizard’s mouth. After a few drops, the new vampire began to suck eagerly. When sated, he fell into a deep healing sleep.
As he licked on his arm to close the wound, Armand whispered, “Please forgive me, Harry. I would not wish this life upon anyone. Please understand that I had no choice.”
The vampire turned away from the new fledging. “Send for me when he wakens. He will need his Sire to teach him the vampire ways.” Armand left the Infirmary just as the sun was beginning to rise over the castle. Madame Pomfrey quickly set up heavy black curtains around her patient to protect him from the deadly sunlight.
Harry lived with Armand and his coven for many years. He had left the wizarding world as soon as he had interred Severus and Draco in the mausoleum at Malfoy Manor. He knew that as a night creature he would never be able to raise his sons in the manner that they deserved, so he granted full custody to Narcissa and Lucius. They had lost their only son and needed the twins to occupy the empty space in their hearts. Harry had lost every hope of having the family he so greatly desired.
~*~*~*~
Harry licked at the wound on Draco’s neck, sealing it shut.
“How long has it been since you’ve fed?” asked Draco.
“I’ve lost track.”
“You’ve been living off potions only? That only works on those who’ve never fed from humans. You can’t do that, you need to feed.”
“I just did.”
He bit his own wrist and offered it to the now-corporeal ‘portrait’ of his husband. As the blond drank his fill, Harry grabbed Severus and sank his fangs into the older wizard’s neck. For this to work, he had to hurry. They were running out of time.
~*~*~*~
Yet earlier…
Recalling the momentous confrontation with The Half-Blood Prince*…
Harry had dived for his wand; Snape shot a hex at it and it flew a few feet away into the darkness and out of sight.
“Kill me, then,” panted Harry, who felt no fear at all, but only rage and contempt. “Kill me like you killed him, you coward —”
“DON’T —” screamed Snape, and his face was suddenly demented, inhuman, as though he was in as much pain as the yelping, howling dog stuck in the burning house behind them —”CALL ME COWARD! You have no idea what that just cost me. I would have preferred my own death. He was already dead, Potter, you know that. You saw his arm.”
“But why, Snape, why?”
“I do not have time for this now, Mr. Potter. When it is safe, I will send for you. In the meantime, I will protect Draco with my life. He is the innocent here. Do you understand? He was only doing what was necessary to save his family and to save his own life. The Dark Lord planned for him to fail. He knew Draco was no killer, but what better way to bring Lucius down than to kill his beloved heir? ...Tell them the truth, Potter. That is all I ask. Look into the memories stored with my pensieve, as well as those stored by Dumbledore. That is the only way that the full truth will be known. But protect them against that idiot Scrimgeour, because he would have us cast into Azkaban in a heartbeat if he could. Do what you can. We must go.”
And Snape slashed at the air: Harry felt a white-hot whip-like something hit him across the face and was slammed backward into the ground. Spots of light burst in front of his eyes and for a moment all the breath seemed to have gone from his body. As Harry raised himself into a sitting position, his head still swimming from its last contact with the ground, he saw Snape running as hard as he could.
Harry struggled to his feet, looking around groggily for his wand, hoping to give chase again, but even as his fingers fumbled in the grass, discarding twigs, he knew it would be too late, and sure enough, by the time he had located his wand, Snape had managed to Disapparate just beyond the school’s boundaries.*
~*~*~*~
It was nearly three months before Harry had heard anything from Snape and Draco. The first time had been rather mysterious. The oddness surrounded the arrival of Hufflepuff’s cup, all wrapped up in green and silver ribbon with a note saying, “Your Slytherin friends.” Harry had quickly destroyed the vile thing and continued his search for the horcruxes.
The second time he heard from Snape and Draco, he had followed them into the Room of Requirement to find Ravenclaw’s diadem. They had been followed into the room by Vincent Crabbe, who saw it as his chance to please Voldemort by ridding the world of his three most hated enemies. Harry had saved Severus and Draco from the fire, but at the cost of Crabbe’s life. The three of them had been in a lover’s relationship since that night and all the horcruxes had been destroyed but for Harry and Nagini. The war was almost over.
~*~*~*~
Harry sealed the wound on Severus’ neck and settled both of his lovers into chairs to rest. A flick of his wand transfigured the headmaster’s old desk into a large four-poster bed. Harry carefully led the two new vampires to the bed and removed their clothing.
“We need to complete the ritual for this to be permanent. You are both now vampires and immortal, but I am also your sire. Once we physically join, you will be able to stay forever.”
As Harry stripped off his own clothing, he called for a house elf. One appeared almost immediately and it was quite startled to find Harry Potter naked in the Headmaster’s Office. The little house elf had also only seen the two naked men on the bed in portraits before now. He wasn’t sure what to do. Harry didn’t care. The world already thought him mad, so this was just another incident to strengthen his reputation.
He ordered the elf back to the kitchen for some platters of food: fresh fruits, bread, cheese and especially bits of nearly raw beef. Contrary to myth, vampires could eat human food; they simply needed to include fresh blood in their diet on a regular basis. Harry also asked for some kind of lubricant. His magic levels were too low after beginning the ritual to conjure any. He had no plans to leave the chambers until the next evening, and did not want to be disturbed for the remainder of the night and coming day. He instructed the house elf to close the heavy drapery over the windows, effectively blocking out any and all light from outside.
Harry had lain down next to Draco and was caressing his chest as well as nibbling on his ears and neck. His hand reached down between the blond’s legs to massage around his puckered opening.
“Draco, I’m going to stretch you open. This body is new and untried, therefore it might hurt a little bit but I promise not to breech you until you are fully prepared. Severus, please stroke him until he’s hard.” Harry said as he indicated Draco’s semi-erect penis.
“Give me your hand.” Harry poured some of the lube into the Potions Master’s hand.
With his hands well-lubricated, Severus’s long fingers encircled the length of Draco’s shaft, adding a twist at the end near the head. Very quickly, Draco began to moan and whimper at the attention given to his body. Harry leaned over to take the head of Draco’s prick into his mouth and began to swirl his tongue around the base, pressing hard into the vein on the underside. Taking the glans into his mouth, Harry sucked hard as Severus continued to stroke up and down the stiffening shaft.
The moans Draco emitted were becoming faster and more desperate. Harry let the head of his cock slip out of his mouth and Draco whined at the loss. Severus continued from where Harry left off and covered Draco’s entire penis with his hands. His thumb swirled around the head as his hands kept stroking the shaft. Draco threw his head back and closed his eyes, tears of pleasure moistening his cheeks.
Harry took the lube and very liberally coated his index finger with it. He slowly ran it down the crack between Draco’s buttocks, feeling them quiver with his movement. Finally he pushed a little at the tight hole. Just a little. Harry kept his finger just inside, swirling it around a bit, and after a while he dared push it in carefully a little further, and then a little further still. Without a single hint of pain from Draco, Harry now had his finger all the way in, and he wiggled it around, searching for that lump that he knew from personal experience would give Draco a whole new perspective on slow torture. When he finally found it, he stroked the tip of his finger across it and added pressure. Draco’s body arched up as he screamed, “Fucking Merlin, do that again!”
Rather than comply with the blond’s demand, Harry remembered his promise to fully prepare his love, and added a second, then a third finger. Unable to wait any longer, Harry moved in between Draco’s thighs and pressed his erection against the twitching opening. Harry pushed into Draco’s passage and sheathed himself completely, gripping the blond’s hips and pulling him in tight. His hips increased the forceful thrusting as Draco locked his feet behind Harry’s back. Draco’s hands threaded through the long locks and he pulled his lover into a punishing kiss. When Harry lifted his head, both wizards felt the blood and bruises on their mouths. Harry knew that it would only be a matter of time before the blond was screaming his name.
Harry continued stroking that magic spot again and again, harder and harder. Draco tried to scream, but his mouth was filled by Severus’s tongue, so he sucked on it instead, while once again shedding tears, but this time from the shock of his utter and completely overwhelming love for the two wizards. The blond felt a burn start in his balls and the muscles in his thighs started shaking, then they turned into cramps as if someone had set fire to his stomach. He felt the heavens fall on him, as he came hard into Severus’s squeezing hand, and then he came again. At least that’s how it seemed to him, as he felt the cock inside him touching something that kept his come flowing interminably.
Severus finally convinced his lips to let go, and let him breathe instead. He still felt bereft to let Draco’s mouth slip away and he briefly considered giving up breathing, but then his lungs yanked him back to reality. He looked down at Draco, at the copious amount of sperm on his stomach, and then he looked down at himself. He decided that breathing was overrated and bent to kiss Draco again, but the blond had passed out.
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Draco woke several minutes later with his cock hardening. He instinctively moved his hands towards it, but instantly discovered that he was bound, spread-eagled to the bed. He looked down, and even though it was still completely dark he could easily make out the silhouette of Harry, his head bent over Draco’s penis, moving up and down causing an unbelievably pleasurable feeling. Draco was flustered to realize that he was already breathing heavily and well on his way to a second climax. Severus was lying still with his head buried in Draco’s hair, but he started stirring when he felt Draco’s chest rise and fall.
Harry rummaged around the bed looking for something, and failing to find it, got up to light some candles in the room. By the time the room was well lit, Severus was fully erect and was leaning over Draco, stroking his lower lip with his thumb. Noticing how dry Draco’s lips were, he leaned down and licked them, letting his tongue slide back and forth first on the bottom lip and then the top. Draco couldn’t help but close his eyes and enjoy the gentle caresses.
They both felt the mattress give, as Harry climbed back onto the bed. He could now easily spot the bottle of lube that had eluded him in the dark and he picked it up and coated his fingers liberally with the slick fluid. With his left hand he gripped Draco’s shaft, moving slowly up and down. He slowly added pressure to his touch as he was moving down, and loosened his grip going up. It felt wonderful, and Draco’s breathing sped up even more. Harry then moved his right hand down between Draco’s legs, searching for the opening. Draco was not nearly as tense this time, and was still stretched from Harry’s cock, so Harry pressed one finger, then two, into Draco’s eager entrance.
Severus saw this as his cue, and bent to kiss Draco in earnest. He pushed his tongue into his mouth, and greedily claimed his lips, the roof of his mouth, his cheeks and his tongue. He grabbed the back of Draco’s head, and held him tight, as he moved his mouth upon the blond.
Draco bucked in his hand, his pelvis shooting in the air, and the ropes around his ankles tightened. He moaned loudly into Severus’s mouth, and Harry thoroughly enjoyed being able to undo his mate so easily. He kept stroking back and forth, feeling Draco’s muscles relax around his fingers, and when pre-cum started seeping out of Draco’s slit, he stopped his stroking and removed his fingers.
Out of the corner of his eye, Severus saw Harry reach for the bottle of lube again, and knew that it was time. He hitched his right arm under Draco, cradling him, and with his other hand he fondled Draco’s face, letting his fingers brush lightly across the chin, the eyes, the brow and the glorious hair.
“I am going to fuck you now,” he whispered to Draco.
Having finished slicking up his member Severus lay down between Draco’s legs, and guided his prick to the tight opening. He felt the minor resistance and pushed forward, trying to be as gentle as possible, but knowing that the slight pain would come no matter what he did. He was heavier and longer than Harry.
Draco was writhing beneath the Potions Master, and Snape was grateful that Potter was there to help. The blond felt the tip of Severus’ member slide in and Harry immediately dipped his head to kiss him. He was so tight that Snape had to pause because he was about to become undone himself.
When Severus had his heartbeat under control again he continued pushing in at a slow and steady pace. Draco moaned in pleasure as his mate made that final thrust into the tight channel, until he felt his balls against Draco’s arse. Only then did Severus look up at Draco again.
“Severus, are you ready for me, love?”
“Gods, yes, Harry. I don’t know how much longer I can control myself. Fuck me!” The vampire sheathed himself in the older man in one swift thrust. The older wizard hissed at the pleasure/pain combination. He had always preferred his sex to be on the rough side. Harry stilled his movements inside Severus, allowing for Severus to have a moment to adjust to the intrusion. Harry resumed his rhythm into the Potions Master’s body as Draco matched his movement, thrust for thrust.
Severus, Harry and Draco were moving as one, naked, groaning and gasping for air. Draco’s stormy eyes were dark with undisguised lust and need, his lips swollen. Severus cried out each time Harry's hips moved forward, ramming his prostate with each stroke. Harry tightly fisted Draco’s erection as Severus increased the rhythm of his hips.
Snape raised his head from the ear he was licking to look at Draco. His eyes were closed, but he had a look of pure ecstasy on his face. Snape smirked at that look and bent to kiss him. Draco opened his mouth immediately, sucking Snape’s tongue in and greedily trying to devour it. He lifted his head from the pillow to get even closer contact with Snape’s mouth, moving frantically beneath the man as much as the ropes would allow. Snape tightened his grip on the shoulders of the writhing body beneath him, and started moving faster and faster. Soon he was impaling Draco with full strokes, hammering into him and being rewarded with a wanton cry with each thrust.
Snape knew he could not last much longer, the cries alone were enough to make him shake with lust, but the feeling of the tight entrance around him was making his vision blurry. His limbs started shaking and he broke the kiss to raise himself onto his elbows to devour the sight of the writhing ice prince as he felt his orgasm hit. Snape rammed hard into Draco as he spent himself and as he threw his head back to keen a thanks for the gift of a second life that he had been given, fire from Harry and ice from Draco merged in his body, and his whole being was taken over by his release.
Harry was watching as Snape came, and unconsciously licked his dry lips. Severus thrust his body into the blond and Draco thrashed about in a total surrender of his senses. Harry suddenly closed his eyes and thought of Hogwarts on a winter day. Anything to cool the feeling pulsing through his body before the sight before him made him come. He wanted to savor his prize, to take the immobilized Potions Master and shove into him as Snape was doing to Draco and finally lose himself.
Once he was released from his bonds, Draco moved over to the side, allowing Harry and Severus more room on the bed. The ritual was almost complete; just one more thing was needed and the potion they had ingested would allow for one more round of love-making. Draco was the submissive in their relationship but Harry often bottomed for Severus also. And Harry loved when his dark-haired husband’s strong hands massaged his body. Most people would have been shocked to discover that Severus was a gentle and caring lover, not rough or demanding. When he was on the receiving end, he liked it rough. However, Harry preferred tender caresses and gentle touches. Severus was very patient and he knew how to wring the most glorious sensations out of lovemaking and Harry willingly submitted to his masterful control.
Severus leaned in to kiss the sweet lips again as Harry opened his legs, allowing the access his lover would need. The strong hands ghosted over the tanned flesh, causing a series of delighted and needy moans to spill out of Harry’s mouth. The long elegant fingers wrapped around Harry’s erection and Severus smiled as Harry arched his back, trying to increase his pleasure.
”Oh, gods, Severus, please…harder.”
Severus fluttered little kisses all over Harry’s neck and chest and legs, while stroking the throbbing erection in his hands. His tongue delved into Harry’s navel in an imitation of what Severus longed to do with his own prick. Harry screamed Severus’ name as he spent himself over his lover’s hand.
Harry lifted his legs to Severus’ shoulders as the long fingers began to probe at Harry’s opening. The slickness of Harry’s semen and the remaining lubricant made his penetration painless. Harry gasped with pleasure as he felt Severus press into his body with his weeping erection. The tall man shifted position as he thrust in and out of his lover, seeking to hit the gland that brought so much pleasure. Harry’s legs dropped to wrap around Severus’ waist and he screamed as his husband found the perfect angle. Severus began driving into his lover at a faster and harder rate until he felt the familiar tightening and he fell over the edge into a passion-induced oblivion. The Potions Master kissed Harry’s neck as he collapsed on his tanned body.
Severus was fighting to draw air into his lungs, his chest heaving up and down with the effort. He was only dimly aware that Draco was using a wet cloth to clean him, but he appreciated it never-the-less. He felt the mattress dip as Draco lay down next to him on his side and Harry’s arms gently turned him on to his back. Potter then lifted Draco’s head and lowered it onto Snape’s chest and the waiting arm that closed around him. Potter lay down next to Severus and put an arm around Severus’ waist, spooning his body behind him. The three wizards were tucked in safely together, quietly drifting off into a peaceful sleep.
Harry knew that the future would bring new challenges. After all, he had two new fledgling vampires to care for and teach the vampire ways. But as he drifted off to sleep, resting comfortably with his beloved spouses, he believed that maybe, just maybe, life was no longer as bad as he had thought it would be. Now that they had forever, maybe he could be finally be happy.
The End
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February 15, 2009