Between Boy And Man, Chapter 7 (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 Seven
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When Harry woke he had no idea how much time had passed, but it felt quite late. He blinked, disoriented, then remembered that he was not in his own room. He felt with his hand toward the night table for his glasses and was surprised to find his hand meeting a warm body.

"Draco?" he queried, wondering why it was that he thought immediately that it would be Malfoy and not Snape.

The answer was a sleepy murmur of assent. Harry's eyes adjusted to the moonlight filtering through the window, the wan light turning Draco's hair silver and his skin blue. He was under the covers but had curled up not touching Harry. Harry slid closer to him, until he was looking over Draco's shoulder at his face.

"Hey," Harry said softly, his memory of his earlier activities with Snape returning in full force. Snape had exacted a promise from Harry, that Harry would fuck Draco tonight, but Harry realized suddenly that he had no idea how to broach that subject. He brushed a few strands of hair back from Draco's brow. "You all right?"

Draco sighed and opened his eyes. "Just... tired." He rolled onto his back and looked up at Harry. "Tired of the bandages on my hands, tired of worrying about my father, tired of..."

He looked away without finishing his sentence.

Harry poked him gently in the ribs. "Well, you can't be tired of sex with me, yet. You've only fucked me the once."

Draco's eyes narrowed, but he sounded marginally less morose when he replied, "Oh, and you're such a treat, are you?"

Grinning without quite knowing why, Harry said, "Well, you did say the sex was good. Then again, you might have been lying. I can never tell with you."

Draco smirked, but when he spoke, his voice was serious. "It was good."

"Good enough that you want another go?"

Draco could not help but sneer a little. "Potter, is that your idea of a pickup line? Have a little subtlety, please. Or don't, but if you're going to make propositions like that, at least be doing something to show you're serious. Otherwise I'll assume your bluntness is mere jesting, and if you want a 'yes' to a question like that..." Draco gingerly took Harry's wrist between his bandaged thumb and fingers and placed his hand onto Draco's crotch. "...you are best off making it hard for me to refuse."

"Is that so?" Harry asked, running his hand lightly up and down Draco's bare length and feeling a thrill run through him as the flesh went from half-hard to fully erect. He teased a bit more and was surprised that the groan he heard came from his own mouth, as if a spell connected them somehow and his own cock was responding with the desire he'd hoped to stoke in Draco.

The thought reminded him of something and he cast the lubrication charm into his hand, slipped over one of Draco's legs until he was positioned between them, and then began to stroke their two cocks together.

"Ohf..." was all Draco managed, as if partway to uttering an oath he lost the ability to speak. Harry grinned just like he did when a new spell worked the way it was supposed to. It felt brilliant, cock against cock, and the thought flitted through his mind that this was a sensation he would never tire of. As he stroked more seriously, Draco's head thrashed from side to side as he lost himself in it.

Harry pressed his moth close to Draco's ear. "Do you like that?"

He could feel Draco nodding in answer.

"I like making you feel good," Harry said, enjoying the blunt truth of it. "Whether that's lifting the curse, or just getting you off for getting off's sake. But I like to feel good, too."

More nods, and then Draco threw his head back as Harry worked his thumb across both fleshy heads in his grip.

Harry's boldness was never more apparent than in moments like these. "You know, Snape's the first person I ever fucked. I'd really like you to be the second."

That earned him a wide-eyed look, but Draco did not say no, nor even hint at shaking his head. Harry slid his hand from their cocks down to Draco's arsehole, teasing the tender flesh there with the tips of his slippery fingers. Draco tensed at first, toes digging into the sheets and his knees tenting the covers, but then as Harry sat up more, knocking the covers back completely, all the tension seemed to go out of him with a long sigh.

Harry slipped one finger inside, tentatively, and was rewarded with a deeper sigh from Draco who wriggled promisingly. He renewed the lubrication charm and finger-fucked him while concentrating on every one of Draco's squirms and trills. It wasn't long before he went to two fingers, pulling on Draco's cock with one hand and thrusting into him with the other at the same time, marvelling at the little "unh" that came out of Draco's mouth on each one.

As he was slicking his own cock, though, he paused. Draco himself had said he was raped and abused by the Death Eaters. Would he, could he, really enjoy being fucked now? "Are you sure this is all right?" Harry said, his voice shakier than he expected.

Draco's eyes fluttered open. "What?"

"Me fucking you. I just... worry. Because of you-know."

Shaking his head, Draco propped himself up partway with an elbow behind him. "You mean Severus? I thought... didn't he put you up to this?"

Harry blinked, slipping a finger into Draco again without thinking as he tried to puzzle that out. "No. I mean yes, he did put me up to it, but no, that wasn't what I was talking about."

Draco bit his lip to keep from moaning as Harry withdrew his hand. "If you don't fuck me now, Potter, I shall go about referring to you as a horrible cocktease the rest of your natural life."

"I just..." Harry tried to sort out his feelings and found it impossible too do. Too tangled and complicated. "You sure you don't want to do it the other way around? I'm game, you know, if you'd rather."

Draco licked his lips thoughtfully. "You're serious. Why?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess because I want to be sure I'm doing it because you want it and not because of some game Snape is playing," Harry said.

Rubbing the bare underside of his arm against Harry's cock, Draco seemed to take that in. "And do you want it?"

This time it was Harry's turn to be nonverbal. He nodded.

Draco seemed to soften again, as if he were melting at the edges. "Good," he said softly. "Because if we're going to do it, I want it to be because you want me, and not because someone else wants you to. And Harry," he said, voice just as soft, "I'll know if you lied about it."

Harry took his cock in hand and positioned himself until he was teasing at Draco's entrance with the blunt head, swirling it around in the lubrication and rubbing it up and down over the pucker. "How will you know?"

Draco clenched and shifted, canting his hips upward. "I just will. I could always tell the difference between the Death Eaters who truly wanted to fuck me and those who merely felt they had to make it all look good in front of the others."

Harry stopped moving. "There's no one watching us."

Draco snorted. "True. But you did just say he put you up to it, didn't you?"

"Well, yes, but..."

"Do you want me, Harry Potter? Or do you just want a convenient improvement on jerking yourself off? Or do you have a heretofore unknown-to-me rapport with the professor such that doing as he says is that important to you now? Seems unlikely..." Draco's words were cut off by his grunt as Harry entered him.

He took a few moments to slide all the way in, then slid one arm under Draco's back, his mouth again to Draco's ear. "I think what you're asking is do I want you, or do I just want to fuck you, eh? Because there's a difference, yeah?"

"Yeah," Draco agreed weakly, putting his arms around Harry's neck and crossing his bandaged hands.

"And if all I wanted," Harry began as he moved inside Draco, drawing back and then pushing deep again, "was to fuck you... If all I wanted was a hole..." As his rhythm picked up pace he found himself unable to quite keep up the narrative he had intended.

He lost himself in it, the pants in his ear coming in time with his thrusts, the counter-thrust of Draco's hips as he rose to meet him each time...

He wasn't sure then, really, when his mouth found Draco's. All he knew was that when he did realize that they were kissing, their tongues swapping dominance as it deepened, it had been going on for some time.

And it was some time after that, as he realized he was drawing close, that he remembered to pull on Draco's cock as well. "Should we try it together again?" he asked, opening his eyes and expecting either a snappish or a joking answer.

Tears streaking Draco's cheeks were among the last things Harry expected to see. He paused, paralyzed for a moment as he wondered if he should stop altogether or...

"Please don't stop," Draco said mildly. "You're not hurting me."

Harry kissed the salty wetness and then buried his face in the hair clinging to Draco's damp neck. "Something's hurting you," he replied.

"I'll tell you what it is later," Draco said, swallowing hard. "It's all right, Harry. Please. It isn't you."

"But should I...?"

"Shut it," Draco said with vehemence. Then his voice turned pleading. "Please, Harry, not when I'm so close..."

"Oh!" Harry resumed stroking with a guilty start. God, was sex always so confusing? Knowing the right thing to do seemed nearly impossible. "Do you want to come first?"

Draco nearly smiled at that, shaking his head. "Let's try together again. Just to be sure. Fuck me hard while I'm coming, all right?"

"All right," Harry agreed, picking up his pace as he spoke. A short while later Draco told him to back off with his hand, but it was only a few more thrusts before Harry was nearly there as well, and without prompting he redoubled his jerking on Draco's cock, following suit with his hips as Draco began to spurt.

It wasn't until they were lying arm in arm, sweaty and still panting slightly, that Harry asked, "What do you mean 'just to be sure?'"

Draco sighed. "One thing at a time. I thought you wanted to know why I was crying."

"What are you, a Sphinx? You can't answer more than one question?"

"Testy, testy," Draco said, but without malice. "One answer relates to the other, though, so let me talk and maybe I'll even tell you something you want to know."

"Fine," Harry said, feeling sleepy but keen to hear.

"I don't think the professor loves me," Draco began.

"That's ridicul--," Harry began, but Draco put a finger over his lips to shush him.

"Which is why he's been trying to push us together. You and me, I mean. He wants to pawn me off on you, so he doesn't have to look after me anymore. And no, that's not ridiculous." Draco gritted his teeth. "He thinks that if I could be happy with you, I could forget him."

Harry blinked. "Wait a minute. You mean Snape wants you to fall in love with me?"

"Well, yes," Draco said. "And ideally, you with me. But I told him that's ridiculous. This whole plan is ridiculous."

"Whole plan?" Harry sat up and shook his head. "Can you start the explanation again? I think I missed something."

Draco turned away from him, curling onto his side. "It doesn't matter. I'm not going to go along with it. Which is why I'm telling you this."

Harry had the urge to pull on Draco's shoulder and shout at him in frustration, and he was sure that was what he would have done had this all happened a while ago. But instead he lay down spoonwise, putting one arm over Draco's and kissing him on the back of the neck. "I still don't understand what it is you are telling me."

Draco let out a long, slow breath. "I don't know."

"You don't know what you're telling me?"

"That's right. Because on the one hand I won't go along with this daft plan, because I've hated you since we were eleven years old. But then there's the fact that the reason I want you to know the truth is that..." Draco bit his lip. "...is that I, um, don't hate you anymore."

"Huh." Harry pulled the covers up over them. "That's funny. Because I, um, don't seem to hate you anymore either."

"Well..." Draco began but did not finish, settling a bit under the blankets and then pulling Harry's hand to his chest. "God, I hope I can get these bandages off tomorrow. Pomfrey said I might."

"You will," Harry said automatically, trying not to be fazed by Draco's leaps from one thing to the other. "Everything's going to be fine."

"Is it?" Draco said softly, only the faintest trace of sarcasm in his voice. "I'd settle for being able to touch you during sex."

Harry heard the slightest hesitation before the word 'you.' "You mean both of us, don't you."

"Whomever," Draco said, a slight hitch in his voice.

Thinking back over the twists and turns in their conversation, Harry tried to piece together what had been going on in his mind. "So, when did Snape decide to pawn you off on me?"

Draco shook his head, but answered. "When he saw how gentle you were with me, I think. But he's out of his mind if he thinks I'll just be able to... to trade him for you, like deciding on turkey for dinner instead of chicken."

"And you'd go back to chicken if the turkey turned out bad?" Harry propped himself up on one elbow so he could see Draco's face in the moonlight. "I mean, if I pushed you away, he'd take you back, right?"

Draco looked up sharply. "What are you suggesting?"

"I'm not suggesting anything. I'm not saying that I will push you away, I just want to know, what would he do if his plan fails? What if I didn't turn out to be... suitable for you?" Harry heard his own voice falter. "I know I'm no expert on the subject, but he clearly loves you a lot. And, you know, there's a good chance I'm going to die fighting Voldemort anyway."

Draco sighed. "I know. I told him so. I think he has some plan to sacrifice himself so that you will succeed. That's the only explanation I can come up with for his insistence on this course of action. I... I understand if you don't want to... keep on with me. It can't be easy to hear that you've been pushed into it."

Harry knocked his forehead against Draco's shoulder in exasperation. "Didn't I just say I didn't want to push you away? Fuck Snape and his plans. I'm rather liking this thing we have going. I'm, um... I'm rather looking forward to you getting the bandages off, you know."

Draco turned, his eyes showing the battle between suspicion and hope. "Kiss me if you really mean th--"

Harry silenced him with his mouth.


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