Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 92

Disclaimer: HP is not mine.


Harry, Amrys and Severus strode down the corridor. Harry was intent on finally seeing the babies, being able to touch and hold them, maybe, if he was brave enough, not just glimpsing them from across a room. Professor Snape had suggested it was time for him to try again. Draco missed him, and mentioned how nice it would be to see his friend, have time to talk to him.

Harry, for his part, was very excited. If anyone had suggested last year that he would actually miss Draco Malfoy if he couldn't see and talk with him....he would have laughed in their faces. Instead, he grinned, walking faster, thinking about it, thinking about how drastically his life had changed. Wondered what Hermione would think of him now, of this unsual friendship... Wow, he hadn't thought of her....in a long time. He stole a look at the two men walking next to him.

It was not only his life that had radically altered. Who on Earth could have imagined that the cold, stern, inflexible, terrifying Professor of Potions and DADA, Severus Snape, could have unbent to this degree. His preferred, severely tailored robes had given way to the pride's robes, that floated around his spare body...and pure black had given way to black with a splash of color, a vibrant, crimson red. A red that made his skin glow milk pale.

Harry didn't miss the almost hidden caresses the two man exchanged as they picked their way down the wide corridors. How their fingers tangled together with every chance touch, though Severus was not ready to be overt enough to allow them to remain clasped, at least not in front of one of his students, they were holding hands for several seconds each minute. Harry glanced aside to hide his smile.

Snape looked younger, he looked, well, not precisely happy, he was not grinning, or beaming with joy, but he was more prone to smiles, and less prone to snapping and snarling. Harry thought there never had been a human who would be better suited to be a were-leopard than his Potion's Professor. Elegant, standoffish, regal in his own way, the man reminded him of Lucius, and Amrys, and Graeme. The pride's ruling three, they all shared that inherent dignity and poise. Especially since Snape was now less vindictive and harsh. Now that he exuded an unmistakable sensuality.

Nobody could miss the way these two felt about each other, they smelled of each other, and often they smelled of arousal when they were close. Harry hid the rising blush when he thought of them together. Amrys had not strayed since Snape had been staying at the Manor. He remained, of course, in the king's bed each night, but, during the daylight hours, he was nearly always at the dark haired, pale skinned wizard's side. Harry was pretty sure Amrys concentrated all of his desire, all of his sexual attention, on only one person now. Severus.

Harry snuck a look. Yep, definitely holding hands again, even if it was just fingers curled around fingers, tucked close to Severus' side, out of sight...well, mostly. Harry did have very good eyes, when it came to things like this, up close. He fought not to giggle his glee. If he irked the Professor, he might not have his support when it came to trying to wheedle the fearsome guardians, Mantheer and Yaji, into letting him into Draco's room and near the twins.

Amrys, one of the lucky few who was allowed into the vicinity of the babies, had regaled Harry with tales of their rapid growth and beauty. Normally, Harry didn't much like babies. They were small and easily hurt, which made him nervous. And noisy. A bit smelly. Oh, and they were red, fat, and fussy, and not so cute, no matter what people said about them. But something was different about Draco and Amrys' children. Harry, from the tiny glimpses he had, thought they were beautiful. Really. He wasn't just thinking it because Draco was his best friend.

Amrys slowed in the hall as the trio neared their destination. At first Harry didn't notice. Snape, always on the look out for changes, did notice when his lover raised his head fractionally and sniffed at the air, his step faltering. The puzzled look on Amrys' handsome face made Severus slow and his hand went out to stop Harry.

By then, Harry had lifted his own nose to chase down and evaluate the elusive, very enticing scent that was tickling at his awareness. Oh...what was that...so delicious, he sniffed again, his chin raised, eyes alert, wide open. He let out a whimper. Snape kept his hand tight around Harry's arm, aware that the boy was not paying much attention to his surroundings. Not that there was anything here that alarmed Snape, but it never hurt to remain cautious. Prepared. He turned his gaze to Amrys for a moment.

The amber eyes were at half mast, his mouth a bit open, and he was chuffing air through his mouth and nose. As Severus watched, he saw the shiver, saw the gooseflesh ripple over the golden, tan skin. Amrys looked suspiciously familiar, aroused, heated. Snape glanced further south, and his assessment was confirmed. Superb. But inconvenitent. Amrys was erect, emphatically so, the large organ in question straining the bounds of his flowing, blue silk trousers. Snape felt his own body react, instinctively, his need rising in mere seconds to leak out of his every pore.

Amrys response was to growl, low and needy, and turn toward the other man. Severus almost let go of Harry's arm, only at the last instant recalling why he was holding the slender arm in one firm fist.

Harry, for his part had figured out what was riding the air currents, but not what to do about it. He smelled Draco, he smelled Yaji, and Mantheer. And over all, he smelled sex, arousal, semen, he smelled lust consummated. His body responded, and he didn't think too much after that. The healthy wariness he held when it came to the guardians chose the direction he turned when he sought to react to the odors. He turned towards his companions in the hall.

One moment Harry was standing next to Snape, the next he was plastered to him, and his hands were grasping, reaching out, touching, gentle, but demanding touches, caresses. Quiet moans began as he pressed close, needy, reaching up to try and pull the startled face of his professor down, and exchange a heated kiss with him.

Severus, the least affected of the three, was not about to allow that to happen. Harry was his student, his charge in a way, even now. And Severus Snape was not going to violate that trust. He pried the boy's hands from their quest to more intimate locales, and held him away, or tried to. Merlin, when had the boy become this strong?! He was so small, slender....then Snape smiled grimly. Of course, the young man was a lycanthrope! Of course he was strong. Snape was losing the battle to keep their bodies decently apart.

Until Harry brushed against Amrys. And redirected all of that innocently blatant desire at the were-leopard instead of his professor. Harry wound himself around Amrys, raising his face to the older lycanthrope's, making tiny begging sounds. And the pride's second responded, bending his head and taking the sweet, lush mouth with a fiery kiss. Harry's mewl of need even made Snape's hair stand on end.

But, desire or not, this was *not* happening. Not here, not now, not in front of Severus Snape, no matter that he knew that lycanthropes were prone to respond to these kind of stimuli, not even with Amrys' hand now reaching for him to pull him into this three way embrace. It flattered his ego to no end that with an armful of the beautiful youth, Amrys still reached out to him, but even so, Snape was not having sex with Harry Potter, and neither was Amrys. And most absolutely, especially not in this hall, in full public view. He was half mesmerized by the sheer erotic pull of the beautiful Amrys and Potter so entwined, but he managed to drag himself away from the visual paradise and firmly pulled the boy from the arms of the second. Harry moaned in disappointment.

Snape shook him gently, blocking Amrys with his own body, feeling the were-leopard wrap long, muscular arms around him, and insinuate his hands under the robes Severus was loosely attired in. It was an immediately diverting sensation, but Snape fought to maintain his focus. It was mandatory. Or they would all tumble to the floor and couple here. And that could not be permitted. Harry was the lover of the king, and Amrys was Snape's, pride dynamics be damned. Snape was not about to share.

Severus heaved them apart again with all his strength, and raised his voice to his most commanding. "Absolutely not." He growled, "most *certainly*, NOT!"

It was Harry, trained for seven years to obey that voice, who fell back, shook his head and let out a noise of great, aching disappointment. Severus could not but react, his body rising to the occasion, but he firmly supressed his desires. He elbowed Amrys sharply.

"Where is Lucius? We must locate him at once." And even the second of the pride responded to the command in that tone, turning back away from the rooms that had been their destination, and taking off down the hall at a run. Severus blinked, his arms now full of squirming student. Damn the man! He hefted Harry higher into his arms and followed at a more human pace. It was his fault, he supposed, for not being more precise in his instructions.

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