Between Boy And Man, Chapter 3 (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 Three
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Word came the next day--via Pomfrey who had come to check on the two former Death Eaters--that the breakout of Lucius Malfoy had not succeeded, but that a standoff between the Death Eaters and the combined Auror and Order forces had developed.

She also pronounced Snape fit to resume light duties and gave him back his robes to wear. Malfoy's hands, however, were not yet ready to be unbandaged. And of course, there were the hexes that they were keeping from her.

When she left, Harry sat in the parlour with the other two, fuming slightly. "A standoff. How much do you want to bet that the Ministry bungled the operation somehow?"

Snape sniffed in what might have been agreement. Malfoy just stared at his feet where he sat on his customary sofa.

"I mean, this is the organization that thought having Dementors guarding Dark wizards was a good idea," Harry went on.

"Could we please," Malfoy said, in a smaller voice than usual, "talk about something other than Azkaban?"

Harry suppressed the urge to go pat Malfoy on the back or something. That was Snape's job, wasn't it? Why wasn't he over there, smoothing Malfoy's hair back from his forehead and telling him not to worry?

Harry spared him a glance; Snape was engrossed in a book, his brows drawn together in concentration, trying to find the countercurses for the hexes they were suffering.

Malfoy looked like he might cry. Harry went and sat next to him. "Hey," he said softly. "It's been almost twenty four hours." Meaning since Harry'd last wanked him.

Grey eyes looked up. "So it would seem."

"That's good, right? If it keeps up like that, maybe the hex will fade completely on its own."

A grunt of agreement came from Snape. "A perspicacious surmise, Mr. Potter. But I am sure that each hex has a specific key that unlocks it. If we can only divine what they are. It would be best if they were undone completely."

"I know that," Harry said. "I'm just trying to look on the bright side. If you don't find a way to lift them, at least you have me."

A look passed between Malfoy and Snape that Harry couldn't interpret.

Snape spoke next, just one word of warning. "Draco."

But Harry couldn't tell what the warning was about. And he was too distracted by Malfoy's hand on his to think about it more.

Malfoy tugged gently but insistently.

"Oh, are you feeling it now?"

Malfoy bit his lip and nodded, looking away shyly.

Snape merely sighed and turned back to his book, as if he couldn't be bothered with supervising Harry's efforts.

"It's all right," Harry said. "Really." He started to lift the soft blue shirt up and Malfoy shied like a spooked horse. "I just don't want it in the way," Harry explained. At that, Malfoy complied with a nod, lifting his arms so the shirt could be pulled easily away.

Harry felt as though he were unwrapping a Christmas gift. The simple act of taking Malfoy's shirt from him had turned the other man's cheeks crimson and Harry's previously flaccid cock half-hard. Harry ran his fingers along those flaming cheeks, then leaned forward and kissed them. He liked the feeling he had when he made Draco helpless, but he didn't like the fearful look in his eyes. "It's all right," he said again, and this time kissed him on the lips, which made Draco's eyes close.

By the time he opened them again, the fear was gone, replaced by a hazy need, and Harry was teasing his balls with one hand and then seeking out his nipples with his tongue. His improvisational effort with Snape had been met with approval, perhaps this would be, too. So far it seemed it was, as Draco made another pleasing sound. He nearly hypnotized himself as he fell to licking and sucking with a gentle rhythm, broken some time later when he realized Draco was tugging on his sleeve.

Oh. "Do you want me to take my shirt off, too?"

Draco nodded.

Harry unbuttoned his cuffs, then the rest of the shirt and let it slip to the floor as he returned his attention to Draco's nipples, and also his neck and chest. Before long, Draco was lying flat on the sofa, with Harry practically crawling over him, but always carefully avoiding contact with Draco's cock.

Draco's whimpers had a distinctly different tone than they'd had when he'd been in agony from the hex. Now he sounded hungry more than pained.

Harry did not have a plan. He was starting to wonder how it would feel to lie alongside Draco and feel the shudders of orgasm in that body pressed lengthwise against his when Draco's hands again began to beg, this time plucking at where Harry's hipbones protruded from his oversize jeans. And then sliding along the bulge under his fly.

Oh. "Do you...?"

Draco's nod was frantic, before Harry could even state the question, and Harry slid out of his jeans without further delay.

If he'd thought it would feel good to experience Draco's shudders through his clothes, that was nothing like what pressing his bare skin against bare skin felt like. And Draco, driven to desperation, twisted toward him, wrapping his arms around Harry's torso and pressing their cocks together.

Harry could not hold back a moan of pleasure--Draco's thrusting felt far better than Harry would have guessed. He wriggled a bit until Draco was atop him, rutting desperately in full thrall of the spell.

"Potter," came a voice, much closer than Harry expected. He glanced up to see Snape kneeling a few feet away, his lips pressed in a thin bloodless line, his hands very white against the black of his robes. "He cannot reach completion that way. The hex won't allow it. Someone else must give him the release."

"I know," Harry said, holding Draco close and running a hand through blond hair to calm him. "I'm not trying to be cruel, I just..."

He could say no more as Draco kissed him. Being on top seemed to allow Draco to regain his voice. "No editorializing," he snarled at Snape, then set to kissing Harry again, slowing down the rhythm of the frottage until Harry felt as though he were melting. It felt so good, he didn't even care that it was Draco Malfoy doing it to him.

Draco was shuddering hard now on every stroke, making a desperate sound in his throat--Snape had spoken true, he was unable to climax that way, but he was painfully, agonisingly close.

Harry, however, had no such restriction. "Come on, Draco," he said, squeezing the blond in his arms to maximize friction. "Make me come."

Draco nodded in answer and increased his efforts, find a rhythm that brought a sound out of Harry's throat over and over.

When Harry came, he cried out, almost surprised-sounding, as if he hadn't really been sure that someone else could actually bring him to orgasm. The pulsing pleasure went on, as Draco continued to stroke himself through the spilled come on Harry's belly, the slippery sensation making Harry moan even more.

Harry opened his eyes and found that the ability to use words had apparently been driven right out of him, so he kissed Draco instead, hoping that was better than a lame "thank you" anyway. Draco whimpered, his own need to come clearly manifest in the frantic motion of his hips.

Harry stroked his hair and found his voice. "It's okay, it's okay, Draco. I've got you." He reached his hand into the spunk-slick space between them and grasped Draco's prick. Almost immediately Draco began to come, rocking into the tunnel of Harry's hand and calling out "yes! yes! yes!"

His face still bore a look of triumph a few moments later when he kissed Harry on the forehead and then sat back, eyes on Snape. Harry saw another look pass between them, and then Snape shuffled back to his own bed, muttering something about the potion he'd taken earlier, and then feigning sleep.

When Draco looked back at Harry, Harry was startled by the leap his heart made in his chest. And the second leap that came when Draco smiled at him.

Harry sat up and cleaned them both with a few waves of his wand. Then he jerked his thumb toward Snape as if to ask what's his problem?

And Draco merely shrugged, one eyebrow in the air.

It wasn't until later, when he was having a cup of tea by himself in the kitchen, that Harry realized there was no reason for him to have gotten Draco off. Snape was recovered enough to have done it. So then why had Draco...?

And when had he become Draco, and not Malfoy, anyway?

As he sat contemplating that revelation, another one came to him. Snape's reaction had been jealousy.


On to Chapter Four