Rescued

At first when he awoke, Severus wasn’t sure where he was or who was in bed with him. He was still convinced that last night, and all of yesterday, had been some kind of horrible dream. Horrible only because he feared it was false. But when he cracked open an eye he saw two heads nestled against him, one blonde and one messy mop of black hair, that belonged to two bodies whose limbs were tangled with his.

He tried to make as little noise as possible while he lay there and watched them sleep, but his emotions were, like last night, beginning to get the best of him and he was near tears. The past few days had passed in a daze and he wasn’t sure which way was up anymore. All Severus could do was ride out the emotions and wait for his two young lovers to wake then get on with their lives.

Draco slowly woke, smiling as he nuzzled Severus’ shoulder and stretching slightly. He looked up at the older man and saw the unshed tears in his ethenthen leaned up to kiss him softly, “Everything’s going to be ok, Sev.”

Severus just nodded and the two of them watched Harry while he slept, smirking as they waited for him to wake. When he finally did, bleary, sleep laden eyes looked back and forth between the Sly Slytherins then grabbed a pillow and covered his head with it mumbling about ‘Slimy Gits’, ‘Sneaky Slytherins’ and ‘Fucking smirking bastards’ first thing in the morning’. It was quite obvious that the Golden Boy was not a morning person.

One would think that it was the Slytherins who were cranky and over sarcastic in the morning, but Severus and Draco were quite alert before fully waking and couldn’t, throughout their lives thus far, afford to be off the mark with their manners or attitude when first waking. Harry had never had to deal with having to be on his guard first thing in the morning. While at the Dursley’s all he’d had to do was not speak and cook breakfast. That in itself could have possibly caused his bad morning moods. But no one would ever know for sure.

Severus and Draco chuckled, which only served to make Harry’s mood worse, and prepared to get an earful from him. Of course, and they didn’t know, he wouldn’t be assaulting him wor words. In fact, he just wouldn’t talk to them at all until his mood settled. That uly tly took a cup or two of coffee and a piece of toast.

The older man rolled his eyes and extracted himself from the warm cocoon of young bodies and a heavy duvet to put on a pot of coffee for himself and the resident morning grump. Draco was still laughing as Severus left the room, leaning over to nudge Harry.

“Come on, love. We have to get up. I don’t think we’ll have classes today, due to everything that’s happened, but we still have to do our homework and a lot of things to talk about with Sev. You know he’s still insecure about this whole thing.”

Harry looked up, opening one eye, and shot Draco a nasty glare that would have done Severus proud, “We’ll discuss this once I’ve woken up. Don’t make me heu, Du, Draco.”

He threw himself back down on the bed and burrowed further under the covers, pulling the pillow back over his head and continuing to mutter about ‘ungrateful prats’ whose lives he saved waking him up at a ‘bloody ungodly hour’ just to fucking stare at him as if he had three heads. His rational mind, were it working, would have thim him they were just watching him sleep and admiring him. When he had opened his eyes to see them looking he had noticed the look of love in their eyes, but his rational side had yet to wake up and his sleep had been disturbed when he had felt eyes on him. Bloody Slytherin gits…

Draco shook his head and walked out into the other room, kissing Severus on the cheek and grabbing a cup of coffee for himself and Harry. The older Slytherin smiled and followed with his own cup, settling on the bed next to his two young lovers as they all woke up a little more from the caffeine. Harry was most definitely in a better mood, savoring every sip of coffee with his eyes closed and a sigh or pleasure. He would no doubt apologize for his actions later, but for now he was still too irritable to care.

They eventually all dressed and had nothing planned for the day, so they planned on sitting in all day reading and talking about their plans for the future. But before they could, Albus’ head popped into the fire.

“My dear boys, could I trouble the three of you for an hour or two of your time today? Perhaps tea at 3?” He said in that grandfatherly tone that most would take for a simple request when it really meant, ‘your asses better be here at 2:55 or there will be hell to pay’.

Draco rolled his eyes, Harry bit his lip, trying not to laugh and Severus growled then sneered out their reply, obviously tatetated that their day was interrupted, “Of course, Headmaster. We’ll be there at 3 to discuss….whatever it is now that you’ve found o force upon our lives.”

Albus just twinkled more, “Severus, my boy, it’s nothing like that, but I know how you think of these little meetings. Now, I shall see the group of you in my office at the appointed time. The password is Butterfinger.”

Severus now rolled his eyes and relented, “Fine, now leave us be until then, you meddling old fool!” He was half tempted to close off the floo until after their ‘meeting’ but thought better of it, knowing Albus would find an alternate way in if he so wished to enter.

The older man turned to look at the other two, “Well, what shall we do until then? We have a few hours.”

Harry smirked and looked to Draco, “How about a bath?”

Again the blonde was rolling his eyes but Severus was already getting snarkier by the moment, “A bath? Can you not bathe yourself? Do you require assistance?” He smirked somewhat knowingly at the young man.

The raven haired young man closed the distance between them and practically sat on the older man’s lap. He leaned close and nipped at Severus’ ear before he spoke, “Oh, love, I didn’t mean to get clean. I meant to get dirty. Don’t you know how much fun can be had in a bath?” Harry may have been a virgin, and he may have never done more than kiss, and not often at that, but he had heard things and he knew of fun things to do.

Severus just continued to smirk at this young lover as Draco came over to them and they all embraced. It was a miracle that they had found each other. They only had a few hours before they had to meet Albus in his office for tea, so they had to make it a quickie.

The dark haired Slytherin slowly led the other two into the bathroom then thn the water into the tub, adding a number of potions from bottles along the edge of the tub. The bathroom was as amazing as the bedchamber. It had a large sunken tub, big enough for three easily, with black and white checked tiles on the floor and up the side of the wall, ending just above halfway, giving way to the stark white painted walls. It was the only room in the whole of Snape’s quarters that didn’t have stone walls or floors. There was a simple chandelier hanging from the ceiling along with a white commode and a tall porcelain sink with golden hardware and a deep shell bowl.

The young men, though they had seen it this morning, stared in slight awe. Severus surprised them more with each passing day. Draco, Harry and Severus all disrobed and climbed into the giant tub, Severus against the back, Harry in front of him and Draco in between Harry’s legs. The three of them sat in the hot water, sharing caresses and soft words of love until the water was cold and a lot less clean than it had been before.

After leaving the bathroom they each dressed and got ready to go to the Headmaster’s office for ‘tea’. Of course all three of them knew there was more to this little meeting than just checking up on them over refreshments, but they hah no choice but to go.

As they walked the corridors to Albus’ office they stole kisses and touches, ignoring the prying eyes or faculty and students alike. The only thing on their minds was each other; they weren’t even worrying about what Albus had to say. But perhaps it had something to either do with the current and future arrangements or the five Gryffindors and their punishments.

When they got to the gargoyle they paused and shared one more kiss between the three of them, knowing it wouldn’t be proper to do such things in the Headmaster’s presence. If the three of them only knew their problems were about to be solved by the meddling old coot of a Headmaster, they may have worried less initially. But then again, they hadn’t really worried that much, now had they?