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ravenna_c_tanTitle: 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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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 Four
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Someone was shaking him, poking him, hissing his name. "Potter!"
Harry sat up suddenly, hand feeling automatically for his glasses. "Malfoy?"
"He needs you," came the voice in the dark, and then the door opened and closed as Draco hurried back to the parlour.
Harry wondered why he hadn't turned on the light, then remembered with no wand and his hands bandaged, Draco couldn't. He hurriedly threw on a dressing gown and dashed after him.
They were in the middle of the floor, Snape curled in the foetal position on his side, Draco with his arms around him, speaking softly in his ear. He raised his head with a murderous look as Harry entered the room. No, not murderous, Harry realized. The blazing hatred in Draco's eyes wasn't directed at Harry; it was there to mask wild fear.
"What's happened?"
"He's been a stubborn git is what happened," Draco said. "He's waited too long for relief. I... I don’t know what to do. He's... non-responsive. This has never happened before."
Harry soon found out what that meant. It meant Snape's eyes were glassy and although his lips moved as if he were speaking from time to time, no sound came out and he did not seem to hear them.
"Well, he did say he thought the hex was getting worse, remember?" Harry levitated him onto the sofa. "And you're sure it's the same hex? Not something else he got hit with?"
Draco sat on the floor near Snape's head, biting his lip worriedly. "I think Pomfrey treated everything else. It's possible, but... he'll kill us if we call her and it turns out it was..."
"Yeah, I know," Harry said. Never mind that the stubborn prat got himself into the situation by being too proud to ask for help. The pain in Draco's eyes felt like it was cutting Harry inside, like he'd swallowed glass. "It's not your fault, Draco. I know you want to help him, but..."
"Get on with it," Draco bit out.
Harry added "touchy" to the usual list of Slytherin traits in his head, then went to work on Snape's trousers. Draco helped him to wrestle them off. They rolled Snape onto his back, his knobby knees in the air. Harry could not help but think that Snape looked small and vulnerable like this.
"I don't suppose he needs any foreplay if what the hex requires is..."
Draco made a sound of frustration.
Harry inserted his wandtip into Snape's arsehole and cast the lubrication spell, perhaps a little too strongly as gloppy liquid squirted out. "Oops."
"Potter...!" Draco said, scandalised, but he was holding back laughter, Harry could tell. Dire as the situation might be, there was something inherently ridiculous about seeing Snape in this position.
He wiped the tip of his wand on his jeans without thinking and then slid his index finger into Snape. Some of the rigidity went out of the man's body at that, but his eyes continued to stare. Harry drew the finger in and out, but it was eerie and weird, not at all like it had been when Snape had been awake and responding to him. Encouraging him. Let Mr. Potter find his own way.
And Snape had come in his hand.
Right now, though Snape was flaccid, his penis as unresponsive as the rest of him. Harry added a second finger, fucking steadily, but there was no change.
"Are you hitting his prostate?" Draco asked.
"His what?"
Draco sighed and explained a bit about the male anatomy, which explanation inadvertently told Harry why he'd come so hard during his wank the other night.
He fished for it with his longest finger, reaching something. When he tweaked it, back and forth, Snape's cock gave a twitch, but he still did not come to hardness. "I think I've got it," Harry said. "But it's hard to reach."
Draco fixed him with a bitter stare. "I suppose you want to use something longer, then."
"Hmm, good idea but..." Harry shook his head. "Wait a minute, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Draco frowned. "Aren't you?"
"I..." How he always got turned around backwards in these conversations, he did not know. But the logic of the suggestion began to take hold. "It could be what he needs." Harry remembered suddenly something they'd said, which he hadn't registered at the time, about the wrong appendage... "You haven't....?"
"No," Draco said, turning his face away. "He wouldn't let me."
Harry kept finger-fucking Snape, but could not ignore the plaintive sound in Draco's voice. "Do you think it'd be rape if I did it without his okay?"
Draco stood up, then. "I'm sure he'll forgive you if you save his life."
"And you? Will you forgive me, too?"
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You're taking something that should rightfully be mine, you know."
Harry pulled his fingers out and massaged Snape's flaccid cock--to no avail. "Look, I know the situation isn't ideal. I... I know he belongs to you. You to him. But..."
Touching a hand gently to Harry's cheek, the gentleness of it startling him far more than the touch itself, Draco spoke in a low voice. "You want a way to even the score, Harry? I'm about to let you fuck my lover in my place. What do you think you should offer me to make up for that?"
"I..." Draco must have learned that cobra-like stare from Snape, because it had the same effect on Harry it always did in Potions class. His tongue knotted up and he could hardly get out a sentence. "I think... it depends..." And then it was even harder to finish with Draco's thumb brushing his lips. "... on what you want."
"You played with me yesterday," Draco said softly, his voice low and dangerous. "You took your own pleasure while you made me wait. You owe me for that, too."
Harry found himself quickening with every word of Draco's, his cock trying to nose its way out through the gap in his dressing gown. "I... all right. What do you want?"
Draco licked his lips. "I want to fuck you, Harry Potter. I want to plant my cock deep in your arse and fuck you until you're not sure you'll be able to sit properly. I want to leave you full of my come and gasping with loss when I pull out."
"Fuck, Malfoy...!" Harry said, utterly entranced and yet horrified at the same time. "Why should I let you do that?"
"Didn't we just go over it? I can't have him, so I'll have you instead, since you're fucking him in my place." Draco pulled away and folded his arms, his logic unassailable.
"All right, fine," Harry said, now quite impatient to see what it would feel like to bury himself in the slick hole he plied with his fingers. "All right. Now are you staying for this, or going?"
Draco huffed. "Staying, of course."
Harry nodded and stripped out of his dressing gown. He lay down atop Snape, hips between his bent legs, and squirmed until he was in position.
"Use your hand to guide it in," Draco suggested. At Harry's questioning look, Draco sneered. "That's what they always did when they fucked me."
Harry steadied his cock with his hand, pressing it against Snape's arsehole. But no matter how he pressed, it seemed like he always ended up sliding off to the side. Draco hid his face in his hands, and Harry, determined to do it now while he wasn't looking, slid a finger in until he we sure of the angle and then used it to guide the head into place... He pushed forward and was suddenly inside Snape.
He must have made a sound as Draco's eyes flew open. Such heat, and such enveloping... he hadn't imagined it would feel like this. It took him a moment to register what his hips were doing.
Fucking.
He was fucking Severus Snape.
And if that wasn't mind-boggling enough, Snape's cock was filling with blood. Harry wrapped his hand around it, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
And then the man moaned. "Snape?" Harry asked, not ceasing his movement, not daring to. "Snape, are you all right?"
And then black eyes were locked with his, surprise and need and pain and the hex seeming to swirl in them, his mouth slightly open. Harry slid a hand around the back of Snape's head and pulled him into a kiss.
Arms went around him, pulling him close, and legs, too, urging him to a faster rhythm. It felt bloody brilliant, Harry thought, and then began to pull faster on Snape's cock. He'd never live it down if he came first and went soft and Snape still had the hex unsatisfied...
"Come on, Snape, are you in there? Come on now..."
He was half-surprised to find an answer growled in his ear. "Your pace is fine, Mr. Potter, but you needn't squeeze my cock like a broom handle during a Wronski Feint. A gentle grip is all that is...ah!"
Harry had loosened his hold even as Snape had been talking, and must have hit upon the right combination of touch and speed as he felt the spasms of Snape's orgasm squeezing his cock. Then the hot, slippery stuff was all over his hand, and he was still milking Snape, and still fucking him, too, the ripples and convulsions inside nearly sending him over the edge as well.
When Snape collapsed back, limp and breathing steadily, Harry pulled out with a sigh. Snape looked up sharply at that. "You're not finished."
"Oh, um, I figured I could just, er..."
Snape looked at him curiously. "Was it such an odious task you cannot stand it another second?"
Harry blushed to his roots. "That isn't it at all. I didn't think you'd like..."
"Mr. Potter, you've just given me one of the most intense and pleasurable experiences of my life. Even were I not typically inclined to do so, it would be rude of me not to offer you the chance to finish what you began." Harry was amazed how the man could sound like he was in the classroom, assigning a detention, even though he was naked, covered in spunk, and asking to have a cock up his arse. "Please," Snape said, the way one would say 'please, take a seat.'
But Harry hesitated until Snape wrapped his fingers around Harry's cock and pulled him toward him.
"Finish," Snape ordered, and Harry did as he was told, fucking him quickly to his own completion, coming even harder than he did when Draco had been atop him, such that he saw streaks of colour and stars behind his closed eyelids.
When he disentangled himself the second time, mouthing a quiet 'wow' he realized that Draco was nowhere in the room. "But he was right here..." he stammered, as if Snape were going to demand Harry produce him that second.
Snape's voice was soft. "That could not have been easy for Draco to watch."
"No, I... I suppose not." Harry cast the cleaning charms and pulled on his dressing gown, averting his eyes as Snape re-robed himself. "I'm sorry I have to come between you like this. I know you both hate it."
He looked up to find Snape staring at him appraisingly. "Should I... should I go tell him we're finished?"
Snape pursed his lips. "When Draco wishes to be alone, he is best left alone. I shall be fine now, so there is no need to fetch him, nor for you to disturb your night's rest any further if you do not wish it."
Harry took a deep breath. "You should get some sleep, too. That hex took a lot out of you."
Snape did not reply for a moment. Then, "Yes, you're right."
Harry wasn't sure which astonished him more, that Snape hadn't contradicted him, or that what happened next was that Snape came and placed a soft kiss on his lips, saying "Good night, Harry," before settling himself down to sleep.
On to Chapter Five
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
***********
Chapter Four
***********
Someone was shaking him, poking him, hissing his name. "Potter!"
Harry sat up suddenly, hand feeling automatically for his glasses. "Malfoy?"
"He needs you," came the voice in the dark, and then the door opened and closed as Draco hurried back to the parlour.
Harry wondered why he hadn't turned on the light, then remembered with no wand and his hands bandaged, Draco couldn't. He hurriedly threw on a dressing gown and dashed after him.
They were in the middle of the floor, Snape curled in the foetal position on his side, Draco with his arms around him, speaking softly in his ear. He raised his head with a murderous look as Harry entered the room. No, not murderous, Harry realized. The blazing hatred in Draco's eyes wasn't directed at Harry; it was there to mask wild fear.
"What's happened?"
"He's been a stubborn git is what happened," Draco said. "He's waited too long for relief. I... I don’t know what to do. He's... non-responsive. This has never happened before."
Harry soon found out what that meant. It meant Snape's eyes were glassy and although his lips moved as if he were speaking from time to time, no sound came out and he did not seem to hear them.
"Well, he did say he thought the hex was getting worse, remember?" Harry levitated him onto the sofa. "And you're sure it's the same hex? Not something else he got hit with?"
Draco sat on the floor near Snape's head, biting his lip worriedly. "I think Pomfrey treated everything else. It's possible, but... he'll kill us if we call her and it turns out it was..."
"Yeah, I know," Harry said. Never mind that the stubborn prat got himself into the situation by being too proud to ask for help. The pain in Draco's eyes felt like it was cutting Harry inside, like he'd swallowed glass. "It's not your fault, Draco. I know you want to help him, but..."
"Get on with it," Draco bit out.
Harry added "touchy" to the usual list of Slytherin traits in his head, then went to work on Snape's trousers. Draco helped him to wrestle them off. They rolled Snape onto his back, his knobby knees in the air. Harry could not help but think that Snape looked small and vulnerable like this.
"I don't suppose he needs any foreplay if what the hex requires is..."
Draco made a sound of frustration.
Harry inserted his wandtip into Snape's arsehole and cast the lubrication spell, perhaps a little too strongly as gloppy liquid squirted out. "Oops."
"Potter...!" Draco said, scandalised, but he was holding back laughter, Harry could tell. Dire as the situation might be, there was something inherently ridiculous about seeing Snape in this position.
He wiped the tip of his wand on his jeans without thinking and then slid his index finger into Snape. Some of the rigidity went out of the man's body at that, but his eyes continued to stare. Harry drew the finger in and out, but it was eerie and weird, not at all like it had been when Snape had been awake and responding to him. Encouraging him. Let Mr. Potter find his own way.
And Snape had come in his hand.
Right now, though Snape was flaccid, his penis as unresponsive as the rest of him. Harry added a second finger, fucking steadily, but there was no change.
"Are you hitting his prostate?" Draco asked.
"His what?"
Draco sighed and explained a bit about the male anatomy, which explanation inadvertently told Harry why he'd come so hard during his wank the other night.
He fished for it with his longest finger, reaching something. When he tweaked it, back and forth, Snape's cock gave a twitch, but he still did not come to hardness. "I think I've got it," Harry said. "But it's hard to reach."
Draco fixed him with a bitter stare. "I suppose you want to use something longer, then."
"Hmm, good idea but..." Harry shook his head. "Wait a minute, are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?"
Draco frowned. "Aren't you?"
"I..." How he always got turned around backwards in these conversations, he did not know. But the logic of the suggestion began to take hold. "It could be what he needs." Harry remembered suddenly something they'd said, which he hadn't registered at the time, about the wrong appendage... "You haven't....?"
"No," Draco said, turning his face away. "He wouldn't let me."
Harry kept finger-fucking Snape, but could not ignore the plaintive sound in Draco's voice. "Do you think it'd be rape if I did it without his okay?"
Draco stood up, then. "I'm sure he'll forgive you if you save his life."
"And you? Will you forgive me, too?"
Draco narrowed his eyes. "You're taking something that should rightfully be mine, you know."
Harry pulled his fingers out and massaged Snape's flaccid cock--to no avail. "Look, I know the situation isn't ideal. I... I know he belongs to you. You to him. But..."
Touching a hand gently to Harry's cheek, the gentleness of it startling him far more than the touch itself, Draco spoke in a low voice. "You want a way to even the score, Harry? I'm about to let you fuck my lover in my place. What do you think you should offer me to make up for that?"
"I..." Draco must have learned that cobra-like stare from Snape, because it had the same effect on Harry it always did in Potions class. His tongue knotted up and he could hardly get out a sentence. "I think... it depends..." And then it was even harder to finish with Draco's thumb brushing his lips. "... on what you want."
"You played with me yesterday," Draco said softly, his voice low and dangerous. "You took your own pleasure while you made me wait. You owe me for that, too."
Harry found himself quickening with every word of Draco's, his cock trying to nose its way out through the gap in his dressing gown. "I... all right. What do you want?"
Draco licked his lips. "I want to fuck you, Harry Potter. I want to plant my cock deep in your arse and fuck you until you're not sure you'll be able to sit properly. I want to leave you full of my come and gasping with loss when I pull out."
"Fuck, Malfoy...!" Harry said, utterly entranced and yet horrified at the same time. "Why should I let you do that?"
"Didn't we just go over it? I can't have him, so I'll have you instead, since you're fucking him in my place." Draco pulled away and folded his arms, his logic unassailable.
"All right, fine," Harry said, now quite impatient to see what it would feel like to bury himself in the slick hole he plied with his fingers. "All right. Now are you staying for this, or going?"
Draco huffed. "Staying, of course."
Harry nodded and stripped out of his dressing gown. He lay down atop Snape, hips between his bent legs, and squirmed until he was in position.
"Use your hand to guide it in," Draco suggested. At Harry's questioning look, Draco sneered. "That's what they always did when they fucked me."
Harry steadied his cock with his hand, pressing it against Snape's arsehole. But no matter how he pressed, it seemed like he always ended up sliding off to the side. Draco hid his face in his hands, and Harry, determined to do it now while he wasn't looking, slid a finger in until he we sure of the angle and then used it to guide the head into place... He pushed forward and was suddenly inside Snape.
He must have made a sound as Draco's eyes flew open. Such heat, and such enveloping... he hadn't imagined it would feel like this. It took him a moment to register what his hips were doing.
Fucking.
He was fucking Severus Snape.
And if that wasn't mind-boggling enough, Snape's cock was filling with blood. Harry wrapped his hand around it, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
And then the man moaned. "Snape?" Harry asked, not ceasing his movement, not daring to. "Snape, are you all right?"
And then black eyes were locked with his, surprise and need and pain and the hex seeming to swirl in them, his mouth slightly open. Harry slid a hand around the back of Snape's head and pulled him into a kiss.
Arms went around him, pulling him close, and legs, too, urging him to a faster rhythm. It felt bloody brilliant, Harry thought, and then began to pull faster on Snape's cock. He'd never live it down if he came first and went soft and Snape still had the hex unsatisfied...
"Come on, Snape, are you in there? Come on now..."
He was half-surprised to find an answer growled in his ear. "Your pace is fine, Mr. Potter, but you needn't squeeze my cock like a broom handle during a Wronski Feint. A gentle grip is all that is...ah!"
Harry had loosened his hold even as Snape had been talking, and must have hit upon the right combination of touch and speed as he felt the spasms of Snape's orgasm squeezing his cock. Then the hot, slippery stuff was all over his hand, and he was still milking Snape, and still fucking him, too, the ripples and convulsions inside nearly sending him over the edge as well.
When Snape collapsed back, limp and breathing steadily, Harry pulled out with a sigh. Snape looked up sharply at that. "You're not finished."
"Oh, um, I figured I could just, er..."
Snape looked at him curiously. "Was it such an odious task you cannot stand it another second?"
Harry blushed to his roots. "That isn't it at all. I didn't think you'd like..."
"Mr. Potter, you've just given me one of the most intense and pleasurable experiences of my life. Even were I not typically inclined to do so, it would be rude of me not to offer you the chance to finish what you began." Harry was amazed how the man could sound like he was in the classroom, assigning a detention, even though he was naked, covered in spunk, and asking to have a cock up his arse. "Please," Snape said, the way one would say 'please, take a seat.'
But Harry hesitated until Snape wrapped his fingers around Harry's cock and pulled him toward him.
"Finish," Snape ordered, and Harry did as he was told, fucking him quickly to his own completion, coming even harder than he did when Draco had been atop him, such that he saw streaks of colour and stars behind his closed eyelids.
When he disentangled himself the second time, mouthing a quiet 'wow' he realized that Draco was nowhere in the room. "But he was right here..." he stammered, as if Snape were going to demand Harry produce him that second.
Snape's voice was soft. "That could not have been easy for Draco to watch."
"No, I... I suppose not." Harry cast the cleaning charms and pulled on his dressing gown, averting his eyes as Snape re-robed himself. "I'm sorry I have to come between you like this. I know you both hate it."
He looked up to find Snape staring at him appraisingly. "Should I... should I go tell him we're finished?"
Snape pursed his lips. "When Draco wishes to be alone, he is best left alone. I shall be fine now, so there is no need to fetch him, nor for you to disturb your night's rest any further if you do not wish it."
Harry took a deep breath. "You should get some sleep, too. That hex took a lot out of you."
Snape did not reply for a moment. Then, "Yes, you're right."
Harry wasn't sure which astonished him more, that Snape hadn't contradicted him, or that what happened next was that Snape came and placed a soft kiss on his lips, saying "Good night, Harry," before settling himself down to sleep.
On to Chapter Five
