Three\'s A Crowd

Part - 7

Harry Potter lay sprawled on his bed and stared at the ceiling. It was two o\'clock in the morning; he was exhausted, yet he could not sleep. His mind was too busy attempting to cope with the sudden changes in his life.

Drastic changes that he could not even tell his best friends!

\'I am going to be a father.\' He tried to comprehend the words. He, Harry Potter, age eighteen was going to be a father. \'A virgin father...\' He laughed softly at the thought, not concerned about disturbing Ron or Neville. He was confident that the silencing charm around his bed would keep his roommates from waking.

He had started using that charm during the summer at the Dursleys, so that they would not be woken by his nightmares.

Now he was in the middle of a waking nightmare.

The entire mess was insane. He, Harry Potter, the boy who lived, was to be the father of a baby boy with Severus \'I despise Harry Potter and all he stands for\' Snape. Then there was the curse that Snape\'s twisted father had put on the Potion Master.

In his mind\'s eye he could not banish the mental picture of Snape on his knees kissing his sneaker.

A blush colored Harry\'s cheeks at the intense arousal that the thought of Snape on his knees caused. His mind very quickly changed the scene from the real incident into an image of Snape, still on his knees, but instead of leaning down to kiss his foot, the pale lips closed around Harry\'s cock.

\'Whoa!\' Harry tried to dispel the unwanted, very naughty thoughts. \'You are straight, Harry Potter. You like girls.\' he told himself nervously, even as his hand slid into his boxers and started to stroke. The mental picture of the Slytherin swallowing his prick down to the root refused to go away. \'Stop this right now! Snape giving you head is not erotic!\' he told himself frantically. \'It is not!\'

His cock obviously thought otherwise as copious amounts of seed spilled into his hand.

To his chagrin, even after his third orgasm Harry could not force the very inappropriate thoughts of Severus Snape out of his mind.

It was going to be a very long night.

---

Sirius Black was, it seemed, at that moment having similar unwelcome thoughts.

Oh, he still hated Snivellous Snape with a passion. But he was also very confused.

Usually if he dreamed of Snape at all it would feature the greasy git reeling from a roundhouse punch that caused his nose to break with a satisfying crack. This could be a replay of any number of incidents from his school days.

This was not the case tonight. His dreams were now filled with visions of his enemy sprawled on his back, naked, legs spread wide, begging to be taken.

Part of him was disgusted at the thought of even thinking about the man, let alone thoughts of him naked, or of touching him.

But in those disturbing dreams, Sirius Black\'s subconscious somehow managed to conveniently forget his animosity for the Slytherin as he slammed into his tight heat and pounded him into the mattress!

How the hell was he supposed to look the bastard in the eye and insult him, when all Sirius Black wanted to do was to put Severus Snape on his back and shag him senseless?

---

Remus Lupin had no problems with his dreams that night. The images that came to his mind were very old friends.

First, he watched Severus glide down the hall, cloak billowing about him, as it always did. The black haired man passed very close to him in the hall, he turned his head slightly. \"Your room.\" That silken voice would whisper, then the almost spectral form would disappear down the corridor.

And then the scene would shift as it always did to Lupin\'s bedroom. Severus would make a dramatic entrance, robes flowing, gracefully, sensually, brushing his naked body. (Oh, yes, Severus was naked under the voluminous robes.) His slim form gliding towards Lupin, his black eyes smoldering with barely contained fire. \"Remus,\" he purred, allowing the robes to fall to the floor.

Their kisses would be a battle, a fight for dominance. Before this, Remus was not sure who would win, sometimes it was Severus who pushed him back on the bed and entered him. Other times Remus would prevail, and the pale Slytherin would be almost brutally taken.

Tonight Lupin had no doubt who would top. It seemed right, natural when Severus bowed his head and dropped to his knees and rubbed his cheek against Remus\' thigh. \"Take me Remus...\" Severus whispered.

Remus did.

For the third time that night Lupin felt himself climax.

And then his erection returned.

Ok, Remus thought blinking, his mind only half-awake, even if his cock was again at full attention. This night was getting weird.

And painful.

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Severus Snape knew that he was still in bed sleeping. Even so, he found himself on his knees in a strange room. He could feel the cold stone of the floor scrapping the skin of his knees as Remus Lupin entered him from behind. This was his third wet dream that night.

Wet dreams were for horny teenagers. Severus never had wet dreams. He never pleasured himself. Severus never even thought about sex.

Not after...

No! He stopped the thought in its tracks. Severus would not let the bastard hurt him again!

In a way he was saved from the painful thoughts by the return of those strange dreams. First he had been utterly shocked as he had dropped to his knees and swallowed Harry Potter\'s prick. He could even taste the salty, bitter seed as it spilled down his throat.

Then before he could even catch his breath that mutt Black had pinned him to his bed and slammed into him like a freight train.

Now he could feel Lupin\'s strong hand digging into his hips.

The worst part was that in all three of these sick nightmares, Severus had found himself whimpering shamelessly and begging all three of the Gryffindors for more.

It was the curse.

Of that he had no doubt. This overwhelming need to submit sexually to the Gryffindors must come from his father\'s curse.

His only comfort from these strange, overwhelming sexual thoughts was that at least none of the damned Gryffindors knew about it.

And if he had his way, they never would.

---

Still, everyone noticed that something was wrong. As the dreams continued over the next week Severus received all of the attention because of his delicate condition. Pomfrey and Dumbledore fussed over him like a pair of mother hens. They were becoming very worried. By Wednesday, Severus was just too tired to even snarl as he was led away to the infirmary.

The others were also effected by their dreams.

Harry Potter lost five points from Gryffindor for daydreaming in Charms class. At lunch, Remus Lupin stared ahead blankly as Madame Hooch gave him a colorful replay of the last Gryffindor - Slytherin Quidditch match.

The near somnambulant Remus did not even notice that Hagrid was asking if his dog Snuffles was sick. The big black dog snored soundly beneath the table. Usually, he playfully begged for the tidbits that Hagrid and several of the other professors would slip him. But this morning, no amount of coaxing could get him to wake long enough to accept the bacon the half giant attempted to feed him.

When Remus finally realized he was being addressed, he managed a shrug. \"I guess he was chasing rabbits all night.\" His bloodshot eyes found Severus, who was being carefully guided out of the hall by a very concerned Dumbledore. The Potions Master looked as if he too had another restless night as well.

Maybe he should mention his dreams to Dumbledore? He really should. Maybe tomorrow...


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