Between Boy And Man, Chapter 8 (NC-17) S/H/D

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Title: Between Boy and Man
Author: Ravenna C. Tan
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Snape/Draco, Harry/Draco, Harry/Snape, Snape/Draco
Word Count: 22,700 total, in eight chapters
Disclaimer: This is non-commercial fanfiction. Trademarked characters are used for non-commercial purposes.
Warnings: None, for once, unless I have to warn for the threesome itself!
Written for: My Snape/Harry/Draco table at 7spells to fit the prompt "five shades of white."
Summary: When Snape and Draco show up at Grimmauld Place, hexed and in need of care, Harry finds himself in a difficult role.
Beta-read by: my whole f-list, pretty much...


Index of all chapters: Chapter One * Chapter Two * Chapter Three * Chapter Four * Chapter Five * Chapter Six * Chapter Seven * Chapter Eight


"Not yet old enough for a man, nor young enough for a boy; as a squash is before 'tis a peascod, or a cooling when 'tis almost an apple: 'tis with him in standing water, between boy and man."
--William Shakespeare, Twelfth Night



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Chapter Eight
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The next time Harry woke, he was alone again. Weak sunlight filtered through the grimy window behind the bed and he could hear birds chirping to each other. He wasn't quite ready to face his Slytherins yet this morning, so he took his time in the shower, then went to his own room to get dressed, summoning Dobby and asking him to bring him some toast and jam and also to change the sheets on the bed upstairs.

Harry had a good long think in the shower, and while sitting crosslegged on the rug in his room, finishing the toast, he came to the realization that Draco had never gotten around to explaining what he'd meant by "just in case." Just in case, what? They never got a chance to do it again? If Snape was trying to push them together, then why wouldn't they? But then, Draco was the one who said he wouldn’t go along with the plan, and yet it was clear Draco wanted to continue sleeping with Harry...

That seemed fitting for Draco, that he wanted to keep his relationship with Snape and yet fuck--or be fucked by--Harry, too. And why not? Harry wondered. Because Snape was too jealous to deal with that? If what Draco said was true, Snape would give up Draco entirely to Harry, but did that mean he wouldn't share?

Harry lifted the cover on the dish Dobby had brought and took out another piece of toast. Dobby had buttered them all in advance and cut them in half; it looked like he'd toasted a whole loaf of bread. With a half a piece in each hand, Harry bit into one. He supposed he could understand Snape not wanting only half of Draco, while Draco would have all of him, and all of Harry, too. Harry felt he could live with only half of Draco, but that was a step up from none of him--none of anyone, at the moment in fact--but he supposed it did make a sort of sense. If you were hungry, who wanted to give half your piece of toast to someone else?

But wait, then... Harry looked at the pile of toast on the plate. There were three pieces left--cut into six. He arranged them in a cloverleaf shape on the plate. If they each had half of the other's piece of toast, then they were all sharing, all giving up something, but each ended up eating a whole piece in the end.

In such an arrangement, Draco wouldn't lose Snape. Harry wouldn't lose Draco. But it would mean half of Harry would be Snape's...

Harry found his cheeks flushed and warm at the thought, even as his mouth dropped open in the round "o" of a silent "no." In his ears he could hear Snape's voice of the other night, Are you giving me carte blanche? Harry found other parts of him flushing with blood then, as he wondered--if that had been as overwhelming as it was, what would it be like to actually let Snape have his way? Harry remembered the urgent yet controlled way Snape had pressed his cock against him, frotting him. Inside him, would it...?

He was surprised to find he gave an audible gasp.

Harry stood, brushing toast crumbs off his jeans with his hands as his mind raced. And what was this Draco suspected about Snape sacrificing himself for Harry? Harry clenched his fists. He'd really had quite enough of people doing that for him in one lifetime, thank you very much.

Yes, there seemed to be one sure way to throw a wrench into all Snape's plans, or at least it seemed that way to Harry, standing in his bedroom with his fists and cock equally hard.

Down in the parlour, he found Snape reading alone. "Where's Draco?" he asked, looking around the room as if maybe he had just overlooked him.

Snape glanced up from reading in the armchair. "And good morning to you, too. You quite exhausted him last night--congratulations. He's gone back to sleep."

"I... good," Harry said, blushing. "He... I guess I should say... thank you."

"As I'm sure you are aware by now, you are quite welcome." Snape slid the book closed and set it aside. "He's quite taken with you."

"Well," Harry said, trying not to shift from foot to foot, "he did say that some of the strangest feelings can come out of, of, um, sex in wartime."

Snape's gaze sharpened, like a cat that has caught sight of something moving in the grass nearby. "Indeed?"

"Um, yeah." Harry winced. He was supposed to be seducing Snape here, not making a fool of himself. What was it Draco had said? Do something to make it clear he wasn't jesting? With Snape seated and Harry standing, though, there was no subtle way Harry could touch him.

He pressed his eyes closed as he instead ran his own hand over the bulge in his jeans, his breath going ragged as he tried to speak. "I wanted to know... what would happen if I..." He had to stop touching himself, had to open his eyes, or he'd never finish the sentence. He opened them to find Snape's black ones staring into his.

Harry slid to his knees, putting a hand on Snape's thigh and focusing on that and not on that paralyzing gaze. "What would happen i-if I did give you carte blanche... If you could really do what you wanted..." He glanced up at Snape's impassive expression and found more words spilling out. "I mean, I know the hex requires... we know what the hex requires. But there's nothing stopping you from... I mean... as long as you're not touching Draco, as long as I was okay with it, there's no reason why we couldn't...."

Snape silenced him by putting his hand over Harry's. "Harry Potter," Snape asked in a quiet voice. "Are you asking me to fuck you?"

"Yes." He shivered as he said it, with hunger and anticipation. His eyes slid closed again. Come on, Snape. Say yes...

"You know Draco would be more than happy to attend to any needs you have. He's quite amenable, and talented."

"But Draco's not you," Harry found himself saying. Underneath, in the back of his mind, he was thinking the same thing he thought whenever he wasn't sure if a spell was working right or if a potion was turning out the way it should. Come on, come on... And this whole sex-love-lust thing was nothing if not just like some inexplicable magic that just had to be worked to be believed.

And had to be believed to work. Harry had never thought he'd have the feelings for Draco he was starting to have. Could he make Snape have those same feelings for Harry himself? He believed he could. If he could get him in bed.

"Please, S-severus," he said, stumbling over the name and blushing harder than he ever had at uttering a dirty word. His eyes flew open as he felt the light touch of a thumb across his lips, Snape's fingers cupping his cheek. "Severus," he repeated, brushing his lips against that thumb as he said it again.

It was like a spell and Harry had finally gotten the incantation right. He saw Severus' eyes soften, even as they glittered with desire. "Carte blanche?" he asked in a soft but insistent voice.

"Yes," Harry answered. "Anything."

His breath caught as Severus drew him up with both hands cradling his head, pulling him into a searing, searching kiss.

Harry didn't really remember how they got to the bedroom, whether they Apparated or climbed the stairs while kissing or what. He mostly remembered that the next thing Severus said was, "Forgive me if I am still a bit sceptical about your enthusiasm, Harry," as he stepped back and appraised him with his eyes. "But you must admit this is... quite a change for you."

"But I..."

Severus held up a hand to forestall the protest. "But I intend to let you prove your intentions fully. Why don't you start by undressing yourself?"

Harry's answer was to pull the T-shirt he was wearing over his head. Before it even hit the floor, his hands were at his fly--and in no time he was starkers and wondering what he was supposed to do with his hands.

Severus solved that question quickly enough. "Now undress me."

Harry nodded as he looked Severus over. Thankfully, he was not wearing his full set of teaching robes (though Harry counted himself curious about just how all that cloth worked and whether it was charmed to move the way it did), just a light set over a dress shirt and trousers. Like Harry, he had not yet put on his shoes that morning.

Harry began by sliding his hands under the light robes on Severus' shoulders and letting them fall to the floor with a soft sound. Then to the top button of the shirt, working his way down, exposing the silky soft hairs in the hollow of Severus' chest. Harry remembered the feeling of them against his cheek from yesterday and rubbed his face against them as his hands continued downward. He heard the hum of approval deep in Severus' chest.

The trousers slid off easily, pulled downward by the weight of Severus' belt, and Harry held him to step out of his socks, one and then the other, leaving them in the pile off cloth that had pooled at Severus' feet.

That left only the pants. Harry was curious to find they were black, elastic-waisted, but had no fly that he could discern. Maybe they were charmed? Who knew? He'd ask later. He cupped Severus' balls, finding them and the half-hard cock in his hand promisingly heavy. Then he eased the elastic away from Severus' skin, over the good bits, and down his legs to his ankles.

The scent of Severus' crotch was enticing, and he glanced up before running his nose into the crook of Severus' thigh and breathing deeply.

"You may use your mouth, if you wish," came the voice from above him.

Harry found his throat dry and he licked his lips as he contemplated it. He pressed his lips against Severus' bollocks, running them through the silky hairs there, parting them slightly as they touched the base of his cock. His breath caught. He wasn't ready to take Severus into his mouth--which seemed odd, given how much other places were throbbing with anticipation of taking him in--but brushing his lips along the silken, hardening length was nice.

Severus apparently agreed, if his groan was any indication. Harry panted a bit, trying to work up the nerve to take him into his mouth. He'd said anything, hadn't he? But Severus hadn't told him to do it. He'd suggested it, perhaps. In Slytherin-speak was that as good as a command, or had he been left an out on purpose? He sat back on his heels and looked up.

"This is all new to you," Severus said, lust evident in his voice. "I'm not sure you're aware how tempting that is to me."

Harry's heart thumped in his chest, both with an answering lust and the sudden fear... would Severus tire of him? Had he tired of Draco when things were no longer new? Was that the real reason he was trying to pawn Draco off on Harry now?

"Get on the bed, Harry," Severus said. "On your back, that's good."

Harry settled back with his head on the pillow as Severus lay on his side next to him. The man's hand slid over his balls, and Harry gasped as his erection was teased. Severus settled into a slow stroking rhythm, far too slow to make Harry come. Harry could not help but jerk his hips upward, and he felt Severus shift, still stroking, until he was kneeling between Harry's legs. Now each upward thrust of Harry's hips brought his arsehole into contact with the brush of a finger. He found himself letting out a little moan on each touch.

"You must have really enjoyed it when Draco fucked you, to be this hungry for it," Severus said, pressing his hand more firmly against Harry, letting one finger slip in to the first knuckle each time Harry moved. "Did you?"

Harry nodded while he tried to get his voice working again. "Yes. It... it hurt at first and I thought..." He gasped as Severus slid his finger in all the way. It was slick with lubricant and Harry wondered when Severus had cast the spell.

"You thought?"

"Um..." Harry had no idea what he had been about to say. "Anyway, it got better after that. A lot better..." His words turned back to groans as Severus began to corkscrew his finger in and out.

"It can be painful," Severus said as his hands worked. "But it doesn't have to be."

Harry bent his knees and writhed into what Severus was doing, not even sure now which hand was doing what, nor how many fingers were inside him, as the sensations of being finger-fucked and jerked off at the same time melded together. His cries went up in pitch and he could hear a stream of encouragement and praise coming from Severus' mouth, though he could not make out the individual words.

But it was slow, pushing him higher and higher in his arousal yet seeming infinitely far from granting him release. His cries took on a plaintive note then, and inwardly he smiled--just like Draco's had. What was he trying to say with those mewls? "Please..." he gasped, his voice rough. "Please, Severus..."

"Say it, Harry. It should feel good to say it."

"Oh God. Fuck me, please. I can't... just please, fuck me, Severus." And God, it did feel good to say it.

"Take hold of your cock for a bit," came the answer, as Severus' hands busied themselves with more lube.

Harry could hear the sound of him slicking himself and he lifted his head to see. "Oh God..." With his long fingers wrapped around it, Severus' cock was... imposing, as was the look of indolent lust in the man's eyes. There was no turning back now.

He pressed back into the pillow as Severus' fingers entered him again, tugging him this way and that.

"Lovely, Harry, lovely. So loose and inviting." And with that, he pressed the head of his cock to Harry's arsehole, rubbing it up and down. Harry expected him to ask something like are you ready?--but the next thing he heard was the surprised moan from his own mouth as Severus entered him.

Severus' voice was very close now, near his ear. "Does it hurt?"

"No," Harry answered as he shifted a bit under him. "It feels..." He gasped as Severus thrust again. "Oh..."

Severus chuckled at that, and set to a rhythm not unlike the one he'd used to stroke Harry with earlier, each thrust slow and complete. He did not break rhythm when he spoke. "So, did Draco put you up to this?"

Harry blinked. "What?"

"I said, did Draco put you up to this?" Severus rested on his elbows, looking down into Harry's face as he continued to fuck him.

Harry shook his head. "No. My idea. Totally my... wanting you..." God it was hard to be coherent when every sense, every nerve was being overwhelmed with Severus. "But he... he wants you to be happy, you know."

"These are not happy times, Harry Potter."

"I know, but... oh God..." Severus shifted his angle, and now even slow and deliberate as he was, Harry found himself suddenly struggling to hold back. "Severus!"

Severus backed off a bit, the thrusts turning shallow as he asked. "Don't want to come just yet?"

"Whatever you like. I was just warning you." He reached up and put his palm against Severus' cheek. "Draco loves you, you know. He's terribly afraid you don't love him."

Severus chuckled at that. "That may be the oddest choice of conversational topic I've ever heard from someone I was balls deep in," he said. "So tell me, then, Harry, if you're so concerned about Draco and me, what are you doing in my bed?"

"I... I..." Apparently being questioned while being fucked was like being questioned under Veritaserum. "See, I was eating toast this morning..."

"Toast."

"Yes, and..." Harry clenched a bit, but Severus backed off even more. "And I was thinking about fairness and how the only way to make it work out fair if we're going to share Draco would be to... to share myself. With you."

"Who says we're going to share Draco?"

"Well, but, we already are. Kind of. Aren't we?"

No answer came for a while, as Severus held them on the plateau of desire, fucking Harry with deliberate slowness until Harry felt he was nearly slipping into a trance.

"This isn't about Draco," Severus finally said, breaking the reverie. "Is it."

Harry sighed. "It isn't only about Draco," he answered.

"Tell me."

"I told you. About the toast. I think we can all share. It's about me, too, and about you..." Harry put a hand on Severus' cheek and said his name, then, just to see if he could make those eyes soften again.

He could.

But Severus was not dissuaded from his point. "If you want to know what I think," he said, letting his stroke deepen again, "I think you're afraid of how strong things are between me and Draco. Draco told you he won't give me up, didn't he? And you're afraid that regardless of how he feels about you, there'll never be room for you. And so you're trying to make room between us. Am I right?"

Oh God. It was hard to answer with Severus' cock seeming larger as his strokes grew more insistent. "I... I saw you in the library, reading together," Harry began, then realized how stupid that sounded. He held onto Severus then, as if the penetration might knock him off the bed. "It's just... things are really strong between you and... and you're right. When you both heal, you're going to leave here and leave me behind. I understand. You've been through so much together, you trust each other. And you're both Slytherins, you share a common background... you belong together."

"Whereas you and Draco are the same age, there are no questions of impropriety between student and teacher between you, and your sexual compatibility should go a long way toward leading you to reconcile on other issues."

Harry sighed as Severus drew his hand gently up Harry's quivering cock. "Well, and you and me have... well..." He struggled, though, to describe why a match-up between himself and Severus would have any natural advantages. Other than that he felt damn good just now and hoped Severus felt the same. "We have sexual compatibility, too, don't we?"

Severus sighed in return. "In some measure, yes."

Harry deflated. "You mean, Draco's better than me."

"No, that is not what I mean. But your lack of confidence only bolsters my theory. You are seducing me in order to insure there will be... space for you at the table that Draco and I share." Severus hissed through his teeth then, and Harry realized that he was just as close to coming as Harry himself was. "Well, Harry? Do you think you've done enough to inspire me?"

Harry twisted under him. "Yes. Yes, I do," he said with a frown. "I think you practically drooled when I... propositioned you."

Severus opened his mouth to protest--he was not the drooling type--but what Harry heard was a soft laugh from the doorway. He turned to see Draco standing there in a dressing gown. Well, strictly speaking, to see Draco leaving the dressing gown on the floor between the door and the bed, the lithe blond climbing up behind Severus.

He ran his hands over Severus' chest, Severus sighing and leaning back into an embrace, turning his head to kiss his young lover.

"Your hands..." Harry said suddenly.

Draco grinned at him over Severus' shoulder. "Yes. Pomfrey was just here. I came to share the news--she says the others ought to be back by tonight. The fighting is over and now they're just mopping up at the Ministry. But don't change the subject, Harry. I was very intrigued to hear your theory about the toast."

Severus chuckled knowingly, but Harry could not keep the look of surprise off his face. "You've been here all this time?"

"Quite a while anyway," Draco said. Then he nuzzled at Severus' ear, but spoke so that Harry could hear. "That's my lover you're fucking, Severus. The one you promised me if I went along with you."

Severus gave an amused chuckle. "Yes, well, Draco, Mr. Potter has a will of his own, it would seem. And besides, you didn't go along with me, did you?" Harry found himself short of breath as he watched Severus draw Draco into a heated kiss. "If you'd like a turn, I've no objections."

Draco fairly snarled with desire. Severus was stroking Draco's cock by then, and the sounds Draco made were like nothing Harry had ever heard.

The sound that came from his own throat was a whimper, though, as Severus slid free of his arse, and moved aside. Then came a gasp of surprise as Draco settled himself in place, his cock poking hungrily at Harry's nether regions as he moved his hips. "Well, Harry, are you hot and hungry for another cock?"

"Oh, God, yes," Harry said, his hands sliding over Draco's back as he drank in the familiar scent of him. "God, Draco, please..."

Draco used one hand to position himself and then slid in, his grunt matching Harry's. "Oh, Harry. So hot."

"Yes," Harry agreed, though he was only half aware of having said anything. Draco fucking him felt every bit as good as Severus had and he closed his eyes, losing himself in the sensation.

He opened them again when he heard a squeak from Draco, though. Severus had moved behind him and was doing something back there--Harry guessed he was working his fingers into Draco given the sound he had made.

"That's it," Severus said, encouraging Draco not to break his rhythm. Harry clenched tight, realizing that each time Draco drew out of him he pushed himself back onto Severus' fingers. "You've waited a long time for me, haven't you."

"God, Severus, yes. Don't make me wait any longer..."

But just as Harry was about to ask about what he meant, Severus continued. "And we have Harry here to thank, don't we? How do you think you should thank him, Draco?"

Draco whimpered. "But I want you..."

"I promise you'll have plenty of me," Severus answered. "Now up you go."

Harry just looked up amazed as Draco pulled out of him and then moved forward, one foot on either side of Harry's torso, settling his own arse against Harry's cock. The position wasn't the amazing part--that Severus and Draco had somehow discussed and decided on this course of action in so few words was. Draco's eyes opened suddenly, looking down into his, and then he seated himself on Harry's cock.

"How does that feel, Harry?" Draco asked.

"W-wonderful," Harry replied, then gasped as he felt the head of Severus' cock press into him again. "You're both...!"

"Sharing you," Draco said. "Isn't that what you wanted?"

Harry could only nod then, the sensation of fucking Draco and being filled at the same time proving entirely too much to handle. He cried out then, as he suddenly realized what Draco had meant by "just in case." He'd lifted the hex by having a simultaneous orgasm with him that first time. And he must have lifted the hex on Severus as well, which was why now Draco could touch him... it all made sense now, including the reasons why Draco and Severus hadn't told him that the hexes had been lifted. Because sex with Harry had come to be something more than magical necessity.

Draco's cock felt heavy between them, slapping against his belly as Severus set the pace now for all three of them. Harry grasped it in his hand and Draco gasped.

"I should like to see you fuck him until he comes with his cock untouched," Severus said, drawing a whimper from Draco. "I feel confident you'll be able to master the skill, Harry."

"You'll show me?" Harry asked.

"Of course he will," Draco answered, panting. "He'll... oh, God..."

"Let go of him, Harry," Severus said quietly. "You should come first."

"Me?"

"You. And if I can hold back, and if Draco can as well, perhaps he shall get his wish and you your lesson all at once."

Harry swallowed. "Well I am very cl..." His eyes went wide then as Draco seemed to squeeze him from within, the two Slytherins matching each other's rhythm, and then there was no more holding back. As he came, Harry's exclamation of ecstasy was wordless but emphatic, blinding him for a long moment as the other two stilled, all their various body parts throbbing as Harry's come pumped again and again.

When his vision cleared, Draco was staring hungrily down at him. Their mouths met, and Draco asked, "Good?"

"Good," Harry answered.

Draco nodded then and yelped as Severus landed a swat on his arse. He moved off Harry with alacrity then.

"On your feet," Severus said. "Hands on the bed."

As Draco got into position, feet spread and heels on the floor, Harry dragged himself out of his afterglow enough to ask, "Is it really okay to hit him like that, after what he's been through?"

The other two both laughed, which Harry took as a clear yes. Severus explained a bit further. "We've tried not to let what happened with the Death Eaters interfere with our own dynamic." Severus then climbed off the bed and positioned himself behind Draco. "Look at Harry, Draco. I want him to see your face."

Harry watched transfixed as Draco hid his face for a moment, then mastered himself enough to look up. His eyes were blazing, eager and defiant at once, then suddenly soft as Severus entered him. "It's been so long..."

"Shh, I know," Severus said, stroking him from collarbone to hip as he seated himself deeply.

Harry watched in fascination as Draco's cock bobbed in the air, twitching markedly as Severus thrust again. And his face... beautiful. Severus took hold of his hips and began to pound him freely, and Draco's eyes closed as his mouth opened. "Oh oh oh..."

Draco's hands each held a fistful of the coverlet. Harry ran his fingers down his forearms and over the backs, watching gooseflesh rise on Draco's arms and then sneaking another look at his cock. Clear fluid leaked from the slit, and Draco's cries went up in pitch. And yet, when white ropes of come shot up, it looked to Harry like magic. "Can you really..." he began, but didn't finish, as Draco pulled him into a rough kiss.

Draco's tongue seemed to surge with each new spasm of his cock and Harry found himself taking it hungrily. And then, judging by the bellow he made, Severus began to come as well, and Draco's kiss sweetened even further.

Harry found himself pressed flat under Draco, who made a reluctant noise but then slipped to one side. Severus lay himself along Harry's other side.

"Are you angry?" Harry asked, keeping Draco close with one arm.

"Honestly, Harry, no one could be angry after having sex like that. Not immediately, anyway," Draco said with a cluck of his tongue. "But anyway. Hard to fault you when you've done such an admirable job of breaking down Severus' resistance."

Severus merely grunted in agreement, throwing one arm across Harry's chest and burying his nose in Harry's hair.

"Yes," Draco said, mirroring the pose, "I daresay he's realized he's stuck with you, and that he can't bear to give me up either."

Harry turned to Severus fractionally. "Does that mean you've given up the plan?"

Severus raised his head, puzzled. "To defeat the Dark Lord?"

Harry snorted. "To pawn Draco off on me so you could sacrifice yourself."

Severus sighed, putting his head back down. "I shall have to re-evaluate the options in the face of new..."--he yawned--"...information."

Harry felt Draco squeeze him at that.

"Honestly," Severus continued, sleepily. "It wasn't one of my best plans. My judgement was clouded by the hex."

Draco sniggered. "By Harry's hot body, you mean."

"I suppose." Severus held him tighter. "When Dumbledore told me my feelings toward you would have to change before the end, I never guessed it would be... in this manner."

Harry blinked. The more he learned about the things Dumbledore hadn't told him, the less surprised he was to hear that sort of thing. He felt he should say something to that, but words wouldn't come and he felt himself slipping down into sleep. Draco nestled close against one side, Severus the other, and Harry felt a wave of protectiveness come over him. "Thank you," he finally whispered.

Draco, who seemed to be the most awake of the three, though fading fast as well, quirked an eyebrow. "For what?"

"Making room for me. You two... have made enough sacrifices already. You didn't have to..."

"Hush, Harry," Severus said, with a soft snort. "We're trying to sleep."

"We'll need it, if the others are coming back later," Draco said with a yawn. "You did your part for us, Harry. We're not going to forget that. Now quit worrying."

"All right, fine." Nothing ever went quite as Harry expected it would. He closed his eyes and left the problem of Voldemort for another day.

-the end-