The Journey Cycle pt 1: Europe *pt 1 now complete*

Enough with the Drarry and on with the Snarry with a side-order of moresome!

2

Severus was dreaming of the first night they ‘shared’ with their friends. A year or so after Harry and Draco were back together.

On a whim, he and Remus had stopped for a quiet drink after doing a spot of shopping in Diagon Alley. There they had noticed the tiny shop for rent and within hours held the deeds in their hands, signed, sealed and the rent paid for the first year. The place was on the corner of Knockturn Alley although it’s frontage was in the main thoroughfare of Diagon Alley. After leaving Hogwarts, what little money Severus had saved had gone in the business of day to day life and now he needed to think of some way of securing his future, he had used up the last remnants of the small legacy left by his grandmother to pay for the shop and there was living accommodation above it that was modest but adequate for the two of them.

They stopped in the Leaky Cauldron for a celebratory pint or two and had run into Harry and Draco also on an expedition to look for a larger flat. They had succeeded in obtaining a small cottage that lay in a peaceful little mews that ran behind Gringotts Bank and were in an equally good mood. One drink led to another, they all shared a meal and several more drinks becoming giddy and bubbly on the effects in the low smoky warmth of the pub. As Tom was chucking folk out for the night, Harry bought a bottle of firewhisky in the off-sales area and the four staggered out into the night.

Harry grabbed Remus’ hand and dragged him along the street, “C’mon, less show ya the new place, we got the keys this arvo. We’ll have to stay there tonight anyhow as we’re too pissed to get back with out serious splinchage, come on, there’s plenty of room for youse guys to stay if you want and we can transfigure beds and stuff for one night”. Severus snorted, “In this state, if you turn a chair into a bed, it’ll likely moo at us all night or something”, but he rolled his eyes at his godson and they followed Harry.

The cottage was quickly made comfortable by a fire in the grate and lights in the wall-sconces. There was some battered old furniture in the lounge that Severus set about making more respectable and where the leg wouldn’t mend on the sofa, he selected a few choice pieces of firewood and simply propped the damn thing up. Draco turned a hanky into a soft rug before the fire and Harry got busy in the kitchen creating glasses for them all and pouring more drinks which he brought through. Draco cast him a sizzling look over the heads of the two older men and Harry smirked in reply and gave the barest of nods.

Draco spread himself out on the rug in front of the fire, Harry dishing out the drinks. Harry plopped down on the sofa between the two older men separating them and cast them both what he thought was a lascivious grin but was sure came out all loopy and daft, before turning in his seat and promptly lying across their laps wriggling far too much in his attempt to get comfortable. Remus’ eyes widened and he cast a look at Draco who smirked for Britain watching the antics on the sofa. Severus divined their game in an instant and glanced at his lover’s confusion, laughing, “Well, I do believe these boys want to play. Shall we, love?” Remus gulped his drink and looked distinctly nervous, “I don’t know, erm, I’ve never done this before”, he let out a long breath but his right hand said otherwise as it unconsciously began roaming through Harry’s hair even while his face told of his disquiet. His cock was getting the message though as Harry wriggled his head in the wolf-man’s lap.

Severus eased Harry’s shoes off, “If your feet stink, Mr Potter, then I’ll hex you”, but Harry didn’t have whiffy feet much to his own satisfaction, Draco and he had prepared for all eventualities and were clean and sweet all over with the exception of their minds. Remus still looked unsure, “What can you young things possibly want with a pair of old farts like us?”, he tried to keep his tone light but his voice wouldn’t obey coming out all husky and low. Harry replied by leaning up and kissing him full on the mouth then withdrawing a fraction so their lovers could watch the interplay of their tongues and the moans could freely escape for the titillation of their audience. Remus closed his eyes and gave in, parting his lips wider, his tongue now battling Harry’s and chasing it back into the boy’s mouth that he then plundered mercilessly an arm snaking down the torso of his sexy godson brushing over taut chest and belly before disappearing up the thin cotton t-shirt.

Draco came up onto his knees and parted Severus’ thighs moving Harry’s feet to gain more access and pulled Severus down for a kiss that would melt glass, smiling as his tongue found the older man’s. Harry paused Remus so they could watch whilst grabbing the exploring hand and pushing it along his body to stroke his cock through his jeans before claiming that passionate mouth again.

The dream changed.

By now they are all on the rug in front of the fire and he is tasting Harry for the first time redolent of his own lover’s taste in that sweet mouth that he had desired for so long. They were all naked and in a pile. It was hard to figure out where one ended and another began. Before he quite realised what was happening, Remus was on his back with a long pale cock in his mouth and a shorter thicker one was thrusting in and out of him with slow strokes. He watched his lover crawl behind Harry who bent to kiss his blond lover right over his prone form as his own lover entered Harry from behind. The biggest cock Harry had ever felt was rammed up there and Draco delighted in the moans into his mouth as his lover was fucked by Severus, the movement transmitted to Remus who hummed his moans around Draco whose eyes began to glaze over. Remus twisted two fingers into Draco’s tight passage and opened his throat to allow deeper thrusts as he was thoroughly kebabbed, a favourite fantasy of his, spitted at both ends, his cock in Draco’s hand, Remus was in heaven and the first to come with all this attention, he simply couldn’t hold back, swallowing and moaning around Draco’s thickening length. Harry watched his lover’s face flush and contort and kissed him hard as he flooded Remus’ throat with come. Harry twitched his hips harder, once, twice and the third time he filled Remus’ arse with seed as he tightened around Severus pounding into him and felt the bite on his shoulder and the increase in speed as the man behind him groaned out his own release between clenched teeth.

The evening only became more debauched from then on. They separated into four bodies again and lounged sipping whisky and getting their breath back before going again. The older pair were treated to the sight of the younger men fucking before them giving them a floorshow as Harry pounded into Draco flat on his back with his legs akimbo around Harry’s waist while Severus and Remus stroked each other lazily leaning against the sofa and as the two boys relaxed a little while later, kissing and nuzzling then they watched Remus take his own partner wolfie-style in front of them. Harry couldn’t resist and lay beneath Severus and took his length into his mouth, sucking hard while Remus fucked him and Draco completed the picture by kneeling between Harry’s widespread legs, sucking and finger-fucking him before pushing his legs up in the air, bunching a cushion under his hips and fucking him with joyous abandon while he stroked and played with any and all of the skin below him, carding hair, tweaking nipples. Then Severus pitched forward taking the hard tip of Harry into his mouth and sucking on him as his arse was well fucked and the blond and the wolf kissed straining over their lovers’ bodies intermittently while witnessing the wanton display beneath them. Harry was the first to come but only by seconds as they all finished more or less together.

The dream started to fade with a final image of them all lying before the fire coming down off the high re-connecting to their own lovers for a kiss and a cuddle before Severus drew Harry into his arms as did Draco with Remus and they all lay there sated and laughing in the dim firelight that shone on the sweat soaked bodies. Harry was the first to speak, “Well, I consider that the best possible housewarming that two horny gay wizards could ever hope to have. We’ll have to have a proper party when we move in but I consider this house well and truly warmed”, he giggled as he raised his glass and the others all raised theirs in a toast. Draco giggled cheekily, “Do we have an invite to come to or should I say ‘at’ your own housewarming?” Harry chuckled at this while Remus nodded, “You are a pair of cheeky brats, you know this, don’t you? How long have you been planning this, you evil pair?” Harry glanced at Draco, “It was purely off the cuff, so to speak. It seemed like a good idea at the time” Draco tried hard to look as innocent as Harry did but Slytherins never were much good at innocence and Severus snorted in amusement as he pulled Harry back to his chest and gently bit his shoulder. That night they made the rug into a big mattress and all four slept together.

****

Severus shocked awake, his mind whirling with the recent dream so clear in his mind and found himself with an armful of a warm sleeping Harry, the back of the gown raised and his naked cock frotting his arse. He sprang away as soon as he realised, deeply embarrassed when memory shook him all the way awake with the reason that Harry was sleeping on his couch. Merlin’s wrinkled bollocks!!! The man was in mourning for fuck’s sake. He hoped to the gods that Harry was still asleep but reddened in mortification when Harry mumbled, “Whaddyastopfor? Mmmm, that was nice”, in a half-asleep way. Severus was shaking lying on his back, “Sorry Harry, that was inappropriate. I was dreaming. I’m really sorry. I, er, really ought to go to bed, but I just didn’t want you to be alone when you woke up, I really didn’t intend for that......”

Harry turned from where his face was squashed against the back of the sofa and took in the blushes of his friend, “Sev, don’t be daft. We’re two sex-starved men who are grieving. Sex is an affirmation of life and nothing to be ashamed of”, although this did little to reassure Severus who was deeply ashamed, “Behave, Harry, you only buried him yesterday. Even I’m not that amoral”. Harry turned around and leant up on one elbow, looking down into that discomfited face, “Severus, answer me truly, how long is it since you made love to anyone?” The man struggled to meet his eyes, “Not since before Remus died and even then, the last year was pretty barren as he was too ill for anything more than hand or blow jobs”. Harry smiled, “Don’t be embarrassed. Draco and I couldn’t do anything in his last eight months or so, either he was too ill or too embarrassed about the state of his body. So, like I said, we’re sex-starved, both of us”, his voice lowered in tone, “So come here and kiss me, please”, this last on a plaintive note. “I need.... to be close... to someone right now, to lose myself in heat and joy. Can you do that for me?”

By way of reply, Severus pulled the younger man to him and the kiss they shared was hot and sweet and had them both aroused in moments. As they parted slightly, Severus murmured, “This feels so bloody wrong even while it feels just right”. Harry descended on the man’s mouth again, “Stop acting like a fucking Gryffindor, Sev, and fuck me. I need you right now”. The man hesitated momentarily then, with a growl, he rolled them both over and plunged his tongue into Harry’s mouth to find it open and wanting beneath him and they kissed long and hard, mashing their mouths together. They came up for air red and panting and hard as iron. In no time their few items of clothing were thrown to the floor and both revelled in their nakedness pressing closer together, repressed need making itself evident.

Severus Summoned the jar of lubricant and had to blow the dust off the shoulders of the jar before uncapping it, to both of their amusement. Harry took some preparing, “Shit, it’s been too long. I’d almost forgotten what this feels like”. Severus chuckled, “The body never forgets, Harry”. Harry was a moaning heap a few minutes later as he was stretched wide by long elegant fingers then taken by a long thick cock sliding into his well greased arse and he cried out as he was filled, “Fuck, yes. Fuck me, fuck me hard”, and Severus obliged, leaning up on his elbows, his hands curled around Harry’s shoulders for leverage while Harry assisted with his feet and thighs drawing the man further in as his head tipped back and his eyes closed as he gave himself up to the here and now, the reality of a hard fast fuck and was loving it. He refused all touches to his own cock, letting sweat and the press of bellies do the job, meeting each thrust with a twitch of his hips. Severus couldn’t contain himself and raised onto his hands and really pounded and ploughed Harry’s inner depths. They giggled like adolescents as they finished too quickly, Harry splashing them both with come and feeling Severus gush like a damned geyser deep inside him. As they rested together in the afterglow, Harry whispered, “Don’t feel guilty. I don’t. That was so good and I think we both needed it. It’s hard to be the well one when your lover is wasting away before your eyes”, his own were wet and Severus gently kissed away the tears quite surprised when his own splashed on Harry’s shoulder. They simply lay and held each other for the longest time, crying for love lost and lovers gone.

****

Eventually they rose to face the day all awkwardness gone from them. Harry caught Severus’ eyes on him as he dressed and smiled, then walked over to kiss him again. “Let’s at least be a comfort to each other for a while until life changes again. Could you do that?” Severus nodded feeling like such a fraud but smiling at the younger man, thinking, ‘You don’t realise, do you? Remus I loved, but he was not the love of my life. I’ve loved you since your damned seventh year, the night you comforted Draco. It’s you and has always been you’.

Harry had an appointment at the solicitor’s that day and he showered and dressed in yesterday’s robes before kissing Severus on the mouth and walking out into Diagon Alley and the short walk to the lawyer’s office. Severus had offered to accompany him but Harry had refused.

He entered the office to find Narcissa and Gabrielle already in attendance. They glared at him and he ignored them. Narcissa may be his lover’s mother and Gabrielle, Draco’s widow, but he was the love of Draco’s life and he held his head high not getting drawn in to the uncomfortable pissing contest between the women. Narcissa was white-haired now though still slender albeit with a slight stoop. She was still beautiful. Gabrielle had let herself run to fat over the years and waddled slightly. Harry acknowledged her sons with a smile and a nod. Xavier glared at his mother and went over and shook hands with Harry expressing his apologies for the bigotry that existed in the wizarding world in a low voice, “I know what you meant to my father”, he murmured, and Harry was cheered by this smiling warmly at the young man exchanging a few words with him. Gaius also stepped up to shake his hand but was more reticent. He was still at school in his seventh year and was the spitting image of Draco at the same age though not quite as tall. They were gathered together for the reading of Draco’s will.

There was an awkward silence as the solicitor called them to order and began his sonorous reading of the will apportioning monies where Draco had requested. His wife and sons got the bulk of it as Harry had expected. In truth, he didn’t know why he was really there and tuned out somewhat at the dry monotone of the lawyer’s voice. It was only when his own name was mentioned that his ears pricked up. He had been left the bulk of the Black fortune that had not been released on his godfather’s death with Remus Lupin being left the rest as his godfather’s ex-lover plus a small income from a legacy that Lucius had written for Severus as his oldest friend and his son’s godfather. There was a short codicil to the effect that a small fund had been set up for the issue of either Sirius Black or Severus Snape.

This made Gabrielle’s mouth purse and her eyes narrow with greed. She obviously wanted it all. The solicitor crushed her with a look, “The terms of the will are quite plainly laid out, Mrs Malfoy, and are not subject to dispute. The monies awarded to Mr Potter and Mr Snape and Mr Lupin are not contestable, however much you would like to brush your husband’s associations under the carpet, so to speak. And as Mr Lupin is himself deceased, I believe that under the terms of his own will executed after his death three years ago, that any monies accruing to him are to pass to Mr Severus Snape. There is no argument in this matter as these provisions particularly vis-a-vis Mr Snape and Mr Lupin and Mr Potter were made long before Draco Malfoy married you”. She bristled with fury as she swept out with her sons before her not allowing them to say another word to Harry.

Narcissa paused and took hold of Harry’s hands, “Thank you for caring for my son throughout his illness. I am forever grateful to you for this. Ignore the bitch he had to wed. I’m only sorry that she is so petty and greedy. Draco did his duty but had the courage to seek out his true love. I wanted you to attend the funeral, Severus too, but she overrode me as she had every right to do as his widow. The way she tells it, she had a perfect twenty-two year marriage with Draco which all of the wizarding world knows was a complete sham but no-one dares to gainsay her as the widow, I am merely the dowager now. You and Severus take good care of each other but know this, I will always think of you as Draco’s true intended. I may not be his wife but I am after all his Mother and your union, while a little unorthodox, was always true and discreet. At least he knew real love, unlike myself. Merlin go with you, Harry and you have my permission to enter the grounds whenever you wish to visit Draco’s final resting place, you and Severus both. As far as I am concerned, you are both family”. Harry thanked her, tears in his eyes and bowed slightly over her hand as he kissed it.

Harry lingered a while until the solicitor had made a copy of the will and pressed it into Harry’s hands, muttering, “No bloody way to treat War Heroes. I don’t care if you were all at it together, you loved that boy and she never did, the French wench, and I will rebuff any rebuttals she makes, she will just have to be happy with her lot, she has plenty, the avaricious besom”. Harry thanked him and shook his hand, smirking internally at the suggestion that they may have been ‘all at it together’, if only he knew.

He dawdled back to Severus’ shop with the news. It all seemed so damned final. One look at the thunderclouds on Harry’s brow and Severus cleared the shop and closed up placing a notice on the door announcing, ‘Closed due to bereavement’, and rushed upstairs to the flat above before taking Harry into his arms and letting him sob to his heart’s eventual ease. He asked Harry to stay again, but Harry knew he had to face the empty cottage with only himself in residence. It felt so empty and bereft of life. He glanced at the pile of correspondence awaiting him, mainly cards and condolences and couldn’t handle it right now.

He made a pot of tea and sat in front of the empty fireplace and wept afresh until he could feel his heart breaking. He found himself speaking to his lover into dust-moted air, “Sorry, Dragon. Sorry that I let myself get carried away with Sev, but I needed...”, he dissolved into fresh sobs only to feel a faint imprint of a kiss on the top of his head exactly like Draco had always done. He looked around, alarmed, hearing a ghostly chuckle that melted into the air as he sought the source. “Draco?”, he said aloud as he jumped, eyes wide, face streaked with tears. He looked back to the dusty hearth and saw words appearing before his eyes,

“I will always love you but I will not haunt you. Let Sev love you as he has always done. He has loved you longer than I. Do what you want with your life. Move on, but never forget me”.

Harry sat amazed as the words appeared in the dust in the hearth, then knelt before it, tears dripping into the old soot. He took a finger and wrote, “I will always love you, my Dragon and I will never forget you”, before he dissolved once more into grief. He remembered drawing himself a birthday cake on his eleventh birthday in a similar manner and wept for the harshness of the world although he had had many good and loving years with his Slytherin. Right then and there, he decided to make the best of the life he still had left. He spoke softly, “I want to travel. I know you weren’t a big fan of foreigners and their ‘plebeian’ ways but I want to see the world and I will probably take Sev with me if he’ll come”.

He sat back on his heels and waited. Sure enough, after a few moments, more words started to form in the dust, “You do that, and I hope you make Sev come over and over again. I love you. I am called now to the plane on which I belong and must go but tell Sev that Remus is here and is happy. We really are in a beautiful place. I will wait for you and Remus will keep me company although he is crap at chess. I know he waits for Sev in the same way. The dead are patient, Harry. Get out there and live, as befits the boy-who-lived and I will have a bed made up for you here in the beyond when you shuffle off your mortal coil. I love you for ever. Goodbye, love. Your Dragon”. A soft breeze blew down the cold chimney and eliminated all the words before him, but Harry needed no more proof that he had been given permission to carry on in whatever way suited him.