At Last

The Challenge: One night out on a stroll at Hogwarts Harry stumbles over Potion Master Severus Snape and temporary Care of Magical Creatures Professor Charlie Weasley kissing as if it were their last, in a dark corner. After this display he is faced with a very large problem. How to get those two into his life and bed (not necessarily in that order) without being cursed, killed, castrated or fed to a Dragon in the process. (by Thispe)

A/N: Thanks to my beta Aeval who makes my fics so much better, and listens to all of my insecurities

Three weeks before Harry’s twenty-sixth birthday…

Sitting down Harry looked at the staggering amount of pictures that cluttered his desk. Remus and Dora on their wedding day. That had been the first time he had ever seen what she truly looked like. Remus\' arms were wrapped around her and she rested her arms on his. Remus looked down into her face Dora gazed up into his, both of their expressions easily showed the love they felt for one another as Dora leaned up and kissed Remus. Harry had missed the last half of the wedding because he had been on call.

The next picture was of Ron and Luna, just after England won the Quidditch World Cup. Ron\'s face looked as if it was going to split in half his smile was so big. His arm held Luna close to his side. Luna, her wand tucked behind her ear as always, was smiling as well. Luna began laughing as Ron lifted her up into his arms. Harry had been unable to take time off to go and see Ron play. Hermione had sent him the picture along with the next one of Percy, her, and the boys. It had been taken at the Burrow last Christmas.

As one of the few Healers on staff without a family Harry had been asked to work. Percy sat on the floor with his back against the couch and Hermione sitting in his arms. The triplets, Philip, Christopher, and Lawrence, climbed over their parents. As he watched, Philip and Christopher distracted Percy and Hermione while Lawrence grabbed a present and begun unwrapping it in the background. Without even looking Hermione reached out, snagging Lawrence to her and she began tickling her son. Soon, Percy and the other two boys joined in.

The next picture was of Bill, Fleur, and their six children. Fleur and Bill sat in the middle together on a sofa. Their oldest Nicholas and the next oldest Fabienne stood behind their parents. Thomas stood to Fleur\'s left while John stood on Bill\'s right. Fleur held one of the squirming twins in her lap while Bill held the other little girl. Anne and Sophie were identical and Harry couldn\'t tell them apart, not that he had seen them more than once anyway. They were all smiling and as he watched Fabienne and Nicholas began arguing, Fleur turned around to yell at them. The little girl moved from Fleur\'s lap into her father\'s to sit with her twin.

Beside that was a photograph of Hagrid and his family. It had been taken in France when they were visiting Olympe\'s family. The two half-giant parents easily managed to dwarf their daughter, Lucina. In the background Harry saw Grawp walking towards them and when Lucina spotted him she went running to her Uncle. Olympe turned around saying something, Hagrid waved to Harry. He hadn\'t seen Hagrid in nearly a year and a half.

The opening of Weasleys\' Wizarding Wheezes in Hogsmeade was the setting for the next picture. Fred was cutting a ribbon with a large pair of scissors with his wife Angelina. As soon as they made the cut the sky lit up with fireworks. Fred handed the scissors off before he took off after Angelina still holding the ribbon. Molly and Arthur were in the background smiling indulgently at the two.

The last Wizarding photograph was of Ginny. Her red hair pulled up in a ponytail, she wore a tank top and shorts out in the Egyptian heat. She was tan and freckled, as she spotted him she smiled and waved. She turned as if someone called for her and Harry spotted her boyfriend Ptah in the corner. Ptah motioned to her and Ginny left the frame.

And now he had received another package. He knew what was in it, another picture for his desk. Another picture that showed that everyone but him had started relationships and families while he was more alone than he had beeth tth the Dursleys. Which brought him to the only muggle photograph he owned. Aunt Petunia, his last living blood relative. Uncle Vernon and Dudley had been killed in a car accident when Harry was in his sixth yat sat school. She had sold the house in Surrey and moved to London where she worked as a secretary. They had had dinner six months ago and she had told him that she was moving in with a man from work. The last he had heard they were happy.

Returning his attention back to the package that had just been delivered he broke the Weasley Family seal. Apparently the subjects of the photograph had not expected to be opened so soon because Harry was exposed to a naked George and Draco who took off running out of the frame when they saw him. They must have been feeling particularly happy when they took the picture. In the corner of the photograph a hand appeared that Harry recognized to be Draco’s. It sent him a rude gesture. He had had every intention of attending their wedding, but an explosion near the Ministry of Magic had caused him to miss it.

When he had chosen to be a Healer instead of an Auror Harry had expected to have a calmer and less hectic life. He had been working as a Healer at St. Mungo’s for four years now and he could count the number of days he had taken off on one hand. He hardly ever saw anyone anymore and he missed them but there was never any time.

He couldn’t even remember the last time he heen een out on a date, let alone the last time he had sex. Harry set the picture of George and Draco down and sat back in his chair. If he continued like this Harry doubted if he would survive to his thirtieth birthday. The thought of another year here, let alone four, was depressing and it finally hit Harry how unhappy he was. The clock on his wall chimed and Harry looked up to see the hand pointed at time to go home.

Harry stood and began to remove his Healer Robes. He had been working since nine yesterday morning with a few breaks thrown in. It was now six-thirty p.m. He had slept at the hospital between his shifts before he went on yesterday morning so he hadn’t been home in over fifty hours. Slipping on plain black robes Harry tossed his Healer robes into a bag before shouldering the gym bag and exiting his office.

“Healer Potter.” A voice called out to him as he began walking towards the staff’s connection to the Floo Network. Harryned ned to see another Healer, Cho Chang-Davies, coming rds rds him. “Harry, I was wondering if you could take over the rest of my shift tonight?”

Did he have ‘Take Advantage of Me’ tattooed on his forehead? Why was it that everyone always came to him begging to cover his or her shifts? Moreover, they always seemed to play up the fact that Harry had no one waiting for him at home and as if on cue Cho added, “Daphne has been having nightmares and I would really like to be at home with her.”

He wasn’t going to fall for it this time. For once Harry was going to put himself first. So he steeled his emotions before asking, “Where’s Roger?”

Cho’s earnest smile faltered, “He’s at home.”

“And he can’t help Daphne with her nightmares?” Harry could tell that he had shocked her with his questions. She was staring up at him uncomprehendingly as if he had spoken in another language. A moment later she seemed to regain her composure enough to speak. “Well, of course, but I just wanted—”

“What about what I wanted, did you think about that Cho? Or how about the fact that I haven’t even been home in over two days? Or that I haven’t slept in thirty-three hours?” Harry’s voice rose as he continued his rant and he wasn’t surprised when people began to come out into the hallway. As he saw his co-workers stunned faces, Harry snapped. He couldn’t do this anymore.

Moving hurriedly back towards his office he opened his door. He knew that people had followed him, but he didn’t care as he began placing his desk pictures into his gym bag. He grabbed the clock that had been a gift from Remus and placed it in the bag as well. The last personal item in his office was Aesculapius’ perch and he grabbed it before exiting his office. When he passed his boss he stopped. The older man looked taken aback as Harry began to speak. “I thought that this was what I wanted but I was wrong, I quit. I’m afraid I can’t give much more notice than this though I’m sure everyone here could agree that I’ve done more than enough work to warrant forgiveness of the traditional two weeks. I’d like my last paycheck and back vacation pay sent to my Gringotts account. Goodbye.”

Without looking back, Harry walked towards the fireplace and grabbed some floo powder out of the dish. He threw it into the flames before stepping in and calling out for his home.

Harry stumbled out into his flat. A cold and impersonal place that he barely spent any time in, Harry hated it. After he set down the bag it finally hit him that he had justt hit his job. It wasn’t that he needed money; his parents and Sirius had left him plenty. Even without the money he had saved from his wages he could live off of it for the rest of his life. But he knew that he didn’t want to do that, he needed to do something. What was that something though?

A tap sounded on the window and Harry looked up to see his owl, Aesculs, ws, waiting to be let in. Harry flicked his wand at the window and up it went. ‘Pius gave him a dirty look and Harry had to coax the tawny bird to give him the letter he carried. After he placed water and some cold chicken beside Aesculapius’ perch Harry sat down to read the letter. He was surprised to see the Hogwarts official stamp on the outside.

As he scanned the lines he could only stare in disbelief. He couldn’t believe that the answer to his situation had already presented itself. Poppy was retiring and Minerva was writing to him on the possibility that he might be interested in a change according to Mrs. Granger-Weasley. If Hermione were anywhere near he could’ve grabbed her up and kissed her. He was going home.

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Ten months later…

The sound of the door slamming open had Harry leaving his office to see what the commotion was about. When he entered the Hospital Wing he wasn\'t surprised to see Professor Snape standing there, holding two seventh year students apart. Though Harry had only held this position for a little over eight months, he had seen more than enough of these two students.

Daniel, a Gryffindor, and Henry, a Slytherin, were brought in to see him at an average of twice a week. Then once they had been healed they would spend the rest of the week with Professor Snape in Detention. Harry had tried everything he could think of to figure out why the two fought so much. He had even denied them healing for some of the minor injuries in hopes that they would stop their fights but nothing seemed to work. Lately, though, they had been fighting more often. This was the fourth time the two had been to the Hospital Wing this week and it was only Wednesday. Harry turned to Professor Snape, the only Professor on staff who had not asked him to call him by his first name. “I have some extra work then don do for me in the Hospital Wing, if don don’t care I’ll hold detention.”

Professor Snape gave a curt nod before releasing the two boys and stalking out of the Wing. When he had left St. Mungo’s it was with the anticipation that he would be beginning a life. But aside from one date he had gone on before leaving London, not much had changed. Granted, he spent much more time with Moony and Dora who lived in the castle. Moony, as the Head of Gryffindor spent as much time dragging Henry and Daniel in as Professor Snape did. Dora caught the London Portkey for Ministry personnel in Hogsmeade each day, as did Hermione’s husband Percy. Seeing Hermione, who worked as Transfiguration Professor was another perk of the job. Living so near to Hogsmeade also allowed him to better get to know his godsons.

A downside to being in the castle was that he had fallen back into old routines. Specifically with Professor Snape. The crush, if you could call it that, which he had when he was in his seventh year had returned full force.

Nine years ago...

NEWT level Potions rarely allowed for any distractions. The potions that the class worked with were too volatile and dangerous for any of the students to even contemplate pranking one another. Thus it did not matter that the class was a mixture of the four houses since the students were always on their best behavior. There were twelve students in the class and each had their own table. Harry sat in the last row with Hermione to his right.

Snape moved from table to table calmly discussing each student\'s progress. It was such a severe adjustment from the regular class that it had taken Harry all of last year to get used to it. Lately though it had begun to have a different affect on him. As Snape moved to their row Harry silently prayed that Snape would skip him, just this once. A few minutes spent discussing the winter assignment with Hermione and Snape was moving towards him. Snape stopped beside him. \"Good consistency...nice color. Why did you choose this particular potion?”

The words meant something, Harry was at least aware of that. But what, he didn\'t know. All he could focus on was the silky voice that had whispered the words and the hand that rested on his shoulder. Snape’s hand moved down to settle on hick. ck. If the idea weren’t so ludicrous Harry would have sworn that Snape’s touch was more of a caress than a simple touch to draw his attention. Regardless of Snape’s real actions Harry shifted in his seat, embarrassed, as his body became aroused. “Potter?”

The sound of a throat clearing brought Harry back to the two students standing before him. Daniel was looking at him with curiosity in his unguarded face. Henry, however, looked downright calculating and Harry was quite certain that he’d rather not know what waing ing on in the Slytherin’s mind. “All right you two. You’ve spent enough time in detention with Professor Snape that you are no doubt aware how to handle various potions. I’ve yet to have the time to thoroughly inspect the Potion supply cupboard. So what I’d like is for you to put the cupboard in alphabetical order by common name, set aside the Potions that are no longer effective for disposal, and make a note of which Potions I am running low on. If either of you start a fight, I will be forced to do something drastic.”

Neither student looked worried, no doubt each of their teachers had tried a similar tactic. The only problem was, Harry wasn’t just threatening he had every intention of following through. “Perhaps a jaunt into the Forbidden Forest for potions ingredients. I could show you two where I met Voldemort for the first time after he’d killed my parents.”

Daniel’s eyes widened in fear and even though Henry’s mask never slipped, Harry could tell that the idea of it unnerved him. Harry was sure that he had made his point so he directed the two towards the locked room. As they stood before the door Harry turned to the students, “Daniel there is a roll of parchment and a quill on the table just outside my office door, if you could grab it for me?” Daniel walked towards his office and Harry turned to Henry. “Henry, please retrieve a candle for both you and Daniel by the door. Some of the potions cannote nae natural or wand light shined on them.”

While the two were doing as he asked Harry opened the door and stepped into the cupboard quickly casting a chaos charm. All of the potions moved around, effectively ruining his meticulous organization. But if being locked in a small room wouldn’t cure whatever was going on between the two, Harry wasn’t sure what would. When Daniel and Henry entered he asked for their wands. Harry could tell that both boys wanted to argue about relinquis the their wands but Harry just waited, a frown prevalent on his face, until they handed them over. “Get started.”

Harry stepped out of the cupboard and placed a locking spell on the door. As he made his way to his office he briefly thought about what Minerva would say if she found out that he had locked two quarrelling students into a room in hopes that they would give in and snog. This Has Harry’s last idea about the two and perhaps their aggression could be redirected in a more positive way. Harry doubted if Minerva would approve of that either but something needed to be done.

Sitting down at his desk, Harry returned his attention to the arse loads of paperwork from the Ministry regarding his teaching of contraceptive charms to a group of seventh years. Perhaps he was in the wrong in believing in teaching the students prevention, Harry was certain that Hannah Abbott and Lisa Turpin would have appreciated it when they were in seventh year. Harry spent a few minutes sucking on a sugar quill and coming up blank on what exactly to tell the Ministry about his decision.

The sound of the Hospital Wing doors opening had Harry exiting his office to find Cecilia Bradley crying softly by the door. Harry held open his arms for her and the young girl shot into his embrace. Her low crying turned into sobs as soon as he picked her up and brought her over to a hospital bed. Harry sat down with her in his arms, sshhing Cecilia as he rubbed her back. “Ceci, what happened?”

Harry had stumbled upon Cecilia, a first year muggleborn, the third day into the school year. She had been worried about fitting in at Hogwarts and hadn’t known who Harry was so she hadn’t been in awe of him like some of the other students. She had been running to him ever since. “Come on Ceci, tell me what happened.”

She moved from his embrace to sit on the bed beside him. “I’ve been studying and studying- *sob* -but I don’t think that I’m going to- *sob* -pass my classes. I’m so far behind others - *sob* -because I’m a- *sob* -muggleborn and I don’t think I’ll ever- *sob* -catch up.”

Harry settled an arm gently on her shoulder. “There are a lot of muggleborns, Ceci, you know this. Professor Granger-Weasley is muggleborn and I came to school knowing as much as you did. You know what I think would be a good idea, I think that speaking with Professor Granger-Weasley could help you to calm yourrs. rs. And if I remember correctly she had thirty minutes left in today’s office hours. Why don’t you go see her?”

Cecilia nodded and slipped off the bed, her crying now under control. She was an emotional little thing, Harry hoped that Hermione would be able to help her. The sound of bells ringing alerted him that the wards on the cupboard were going off. Harry quickly moved across the room to the cupboard rapidly unlocking the door praying that he wouldn’t find the poticupbcupboard destroyed.

Harry stood in the entry to the cupboard and stared at the scene before him, surprised that his plan had actually worked. Daniel’s arms were wrapped around Henry’s neck, Henry’s hands rested on Daniel’s waist as he devoured Daniel’s mouth. Harry cleared his throat and Daniel sprang back from Henry, a guilty look on his face. Henry, looking pleased with himself, turned to look at Harry unabashed. Harry spoke, fighting the smile playing at his lips. “There’s an hour before dinner, scamper off you two.”

Harry stepped to the side and let the two boys pass through. Once they had exited the Hospital Wing he entered the cupboard and preformed the organizational spell that he had been taught when he was an apprentice Healer. The potion phials moved around the room to set themselves on the shelves in alphabetical order. Once the spell was complete Harry returned to his office and the paperwork for the Ministry.

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Sealing the parchment Harry turned to ‘Pius who had shown up at the window barely minutes before. His owl always seemed to have a feeling for when Harry needed to send mail. Once the parchment was tiedurelurely around his foot ‘Pius took off into the darkening sky. Looking at the clock Harry noticed that it was time for dinner.

Walking out of the Hospital Wing Harry felt the shift of the wards shift had had taken him a few months and many discussions with both Hermione and Minerva to set up new wards for the Hospital Wing. When he left the wards automatically set so that if someone were to enter the Hospital Wing in need of aid Harry would be apparated there. Hermione had been happy to prove that there could be a way, though she had mentioned something about needing to change Hogwarts, A History so it included that the resident Healer or Mediwizard had the ability to apparate to the Hospital Wing from anywhere in the Castle or grounds.

Harry entered the Great Hall and walked up to the High Table to take his usual seat. He stared surprised at a new chair that had sprung up between his own and Professor Snape’s. Harry took his seat and leaned over to Dora, “Why’s there another chair?”

“It’s for Charlie, of course.” Dora said as if that explained everything. The only Charlie he knew was Charlie Weasley and he worked in Romania with Dragons, there would be no reason for Charlie to be at Hogwarts. “Charlie who?”

“Charlie Weasley. Didn’t Hagrid tell you? For the last two months of each school year Charlie takes over Care of Magical Creatures Class so that Hagrid and Olympe can go to France. Hagrid must have forgot with all the excitement.” Dora shrugged at her last statement.

“He talked about going to France but I thought he meant this summer.” Remus said something that captured Dora’s notice and Harry turned his attention to the food set before him. He hadn’t seen Charlie in a very long time; it would be nice to see him again. As if on che dhe doors to the Great Hall opened and in came Charlie Weasley. He hadn’t changed much in the years past, still the same friendly face, the same muscular body, a few new scars and burns from Dragons but that was it as far as Harry could tell.

As Charlie approached the High Table, he stopped several times to say something to a student. Harry noticed that Charlie didn’t play favorites and greeted all of the students the same, whether they be Gryffindor or Slytherin. As Harry watched Charlie, he became aware of Professor Snape muttering something under his breath, he didn’t catch most of it but he did catch the last word, “Gryffindors.”

Charlie reached the High Table and gave Minerva a kiss on the cheek as he moved down he greeted all of the staff members. He pulled Remus and Dora into a joint hug. When he reached him, Harry wasn’t sure what Charlie would expect. He decided a handshake would be okay and stuck out his hand. Charlie grabbed his hand and pulled him up out of his chair and into a strong hug. “Harry, it’s good to see you.”

Harry hugged Charlie back, “It’s good to see you too.”

Charlie released Harry and took a seat between Professor Snape and himself. Harry noticed that Charlie did nog Prg Professor Snape though he did hear him whisper, “Severus” coupled with a nod of his head.

As Harry returned to his dinner he thought about the last time he had seen Charlie. Christmas at the Burrow during his seventh year…

Harry wasn\'t certain what had woken him as he looked around the quiet room. Winter break at the Burrow had been great so far. Everyone had already arrived, everyone except for Charlie.

Now that he was awake he needed to use the restroom. Harry got up, careful not to disturb Ron as he left the bedroom. Upon opening the bathroom Har Harry stopped in shock at the sight before him.

Charlie had arrived.

The shower was running and Harry knew that he should leave but he couldn\'t tear his eyes away from the view before him. Brown eyes were closed as Charlie leaned back against the tiles. Rivulets of water streamed down the muscular chest, tight stomach, and into the fiery red curls at Charlie\'s groin. Harry stared, transfixed as Charlie\'s fingers gripped the base of his cock moving languidly inteadteady cadence.

He shouldn\'t be watching this. He should turn around and pretend that he never saw anything. Harry told himself this, but he could only focus on the movement of those fingers back and forth along the hard cock. Charlie\'s hand started to move quicker and quicker, carrying Charlie nearer and nearer, emphasized by the grunts and whimpers escaping the redhead\'s mouth. Until finally Charlie came, trembling, as he thrust into his fist in an orgasm that appeared to go on ceaselessly.

Harry was brought back to reality when someone bumped the back of his chair with their hip. He looked up in time to see Professor Snape exiting through the side door. As Harry was trying to figure out what had prompted his leaving Charlie turned to him. “So I heard that you left St. Mungo’s. Nicky, a friend of mine from school, said that she believed some of the other Healers were taking advantage of your kind nature. Good for you that you quit. What prompted it, if you don’t mind my asking.”

No one else had asked him why he quit. Hermione had guessed that he was unhappy at his job but everyone else had shied away from the subject. Harry found himself wanting to talk about it. He took a deep breath and began to talk for the first time about his quitting. “I had just come off a thirty-hour shift when I received George and Draco’s wedding photograph and I sat there thinking about how my life was completely empty. I rarsaw saw anyone anymore, let alone found someone to date. As I was leaving another Healer approached me in hopes that I would finish her shift and I just lost it. I feel bad about taking it out on her.” Harry paused for a moment, smiling. “I take that back. She was one of the ones who took advantage of me the most because of our shared history. So I quit and went home to find a letter waiting from Minerva.”

Charlie smiled at him and Harry felt his heart jump. “That was luck, wasn’t it? Sorry to cut you off Harry, but I’m dead tired after working all day and the trip. I’ll see you tomorrow?”

Harry nodded and wished Charlie good night. After he finished his dinner Harry bade goodnight to Remus and Dora and took the familiar path up to the Hospital Wing. Once there he entered the Potions Cupboard to see which potions he was running low on. The assignment he had given Henry and Daniel hadn’t been completely false.

When Harry had finished he set the list of potions on his desk to give to Professor Snape when he saw him next. As he looked up at the clock he noticed it said curfew. Harry was too restless to go to his rooms so he decided to do rounds. Perhaps he could catch some students out after curfew and send them on their way before Professor Snape could find them and remove major points.

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Walking down the charms corridor Harry heard a noise ng fng from one of the unused classrooms. He opened the door to discover Henry and Daniel. Daniel was seated on a desk, Henry standing between his open legs as they were locked in heated kiss. Harry thanked Merlin that he had come upon them now and not a little later. He did not want to walk in on any of the students having sex. Harry cleared his throat and the two pulled away from one another. “You should head back to your house common rooms before Professor Snape catches you.”

Henry stepped away from Daniel offering him a hand from the desk. Daniel took it and Henry kept their hands locked together after Daniel had his footing. “I don’t think we have to worry about Professor Snape, he won’t be bothering us tonight of all nights.”

“What are you talking about Henry?” Harry watched Henry’s mask slip back into place. Henry kissed Daniel, whispered good night, and he was gone, leaving Harry’s question unanswered. Harry looked to Daniel who shrugged. “I guess I’ll head up to Gryffindor Tower.”

Harry watched Daniel go, confusion over Henry’s words still clear in his mind. Harry left the unused classroom and began walking down the corridor. When he reached a fork he was intending to go right when he heard a distinct moaning coming from the left corridor. Harry approached the corridor intending to tell the students to go back to their dormitories. Whenwas was close enough to identify the couple he stared in complete and utsurpsurprise. Charlie’s back was against the wall, not that he seemed to mind as his hands roamed Professor Snape’s chest and arms and eventually reached around to cup the Professor’s arse through the voluminous robes he wore. Their mouth’s came together in an almost violent kiss as if their desire was to devour thher.her. Practically as if it was the last kiss they would share, or perhaps their first kiss in a long time.
Harry backed away from the couple quietly intent on returning to the Hospital Wing where things would still make sense.

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Seated on an empty bed in the Hospital Wing, Harry thought about what he had witnessed. Seeing Charlie and Snape caught up in a kiss, it was as if both of his adolescent fantasies had gotten together to torture Harry all the more. How would he ever get the image of the two of them out of his mind? And furthermore, did he really want to?
If only there was a way that he could…no that would be out of the question. He had barely been able to stop himself from announcing his presence earlier, simply in hopes that the two would welcome him. If only that would happen…

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Charlie’s POV

Charlie looked over Severus’ shoulder as Harry walked away, longing clearly etched into his young face. Once he was sure that Harry was far enough away he spoke. “Step one complete in Operation: Seduce Harry. Judging from his reaction, I think that we can go straight to step four.”

Severus looked down at him, a smile playing at the usually stern lips. “How about we celebrate our accomplishment. Might I suggest my quarters?”

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Harry relaxed his throat as he swallowed around the swollen prick in his mouth. A loud moan from above him spoke of how much Severus appreciated what he was doing and Harry began humming lightly. Harry knew it was taking all of Severus’ self-control not to just give in and start fucking his mouth like Harry knew Severus wanted.

When wet heat engulfed his own cock, Harry lost his concentration and stopped humming as a moan escaped him. Harry looked down to see Charlie kneeling between his thighs. A pinch on one of his nipples brought Harry’s attention back to Ses. Hs. Harry knew he wouldn’t last long with the dual onslaught of Severus in his mouth and Charlie’s mouth on his cock. Harry moved up and down Severus’ length allowing his teeth to graze slightly like he knew Severus enjoyed. His own moans joined with Severus’ as Charlie circled the head with his tongue before licking at the slit.

Harry loosened his grip on Severus’ hips, signaling that it was okay to thrust while at the same time Harry began driving his hips up. Charlie kept a loose hold on Harry’s thighs directing the movement. Harry’s hand slipped from Severus’ thighs to grip firm buttocks. Harry squeezed and massaged before bringing a finger to the puckered entrance. He pushed in slowly, aware of the burn that could come with no lubrication. As his finger slipped in past the knuckle Severus cried out and Harry’s mouth was filled with the bitter taste of Severus’ ejaculate.

When Harry woke he flushed with embarrassment at the wet spot covering his pajama bottoms. He was twenty-six years old for Merlin’s sake, when was the last time he’d woken up covered in his own spunk after a wet dream? Harry climbed out of bed, exiting his room and into the bathroom. Removing his pants Harry held them under the water to erase the evidence of his nocturnal emission, Harry knew that Dobby took care of his laundry and would comment on such a stain. Most likely in mixed company.

Tossing the pants on the ground, he stepped under the warm spray of the shower. As Harry washed his hair he contemplated the best way to approach Charlie and Severus, he was not referring to the man as Professor Snape any longer. As he rinsed the soap from his hair he contemplated the best way to approach Charlie and Severus. As Harry spread soap over his body he contemplated the best way to approach Charlie and Severus.

Ten minutes later he was really no closer to figuring out how to get the two men into his bed. There was the straightforward approach of just asking but that could get him cursed, or if Severus was angry enough, poisoned. There was the option of getting drunk with the two of them and seeing what happens, this could also lead to problems, as Harry tended to spill his deepest feelings when he was pissed. The last idea was to seduce the both of them but this could take some time. It was also Harry’s best bet and he had two months before school let out in which he could concentrate his efforts.

Moving to the wardrobe Harry sifted through his clothes in search of his favorite black slacks. After a few minutes of searching he located them and slipped them on. A quick look in the mirror to make sure they still looked good and Harry began rummaging around for his gray jumper. Once he found it, he slipped the jumper over his head walkwalked back into the bathroom to check his appearance. He had to look good enough to eat or he might as well give up on the seduction and resign himself to a life alone.

His hair was a mess as usual but he had grown to like the wild style it had, one of the guys he had dated when he was apprentice Healer, Jake, had said that Harry had permanent ‘bed head’. Jake had also said it was ‘sexy as hell’ so Harry had stopped attempting to flatten it into submission. Checking his reflection one last time Harry assured himself that he was looking as good as it was going to get.

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Dora smiled at Harry when he sat down. “I had to go to St. Mungo’s yesterday. It is still in such a mess since you left.”

Harry turned to her, concerned. “Why did you have to go to St. Mungo’s? Were you injured?”

Dora shook her head, “No, my partner is dating one of the Healers. So I heard that ever since you left St. Mungo’s that Vital Care has been in disorder. Apparently they’ve been having trouble due to scheduling problems. You must have been so overworked from what I’ve been hearing.”

“All of the Healers are intelligent and they’ll eventually work something out. They simply need to come up with a way to balance work and home without choosing some poor arse to do all the work.” Dora smiled at him when he pointed to himself at the poor arse part. Dora stood just as the side door off the Hall opened to reveal Charlie and Severus. Harry couldn’t tear his eyes from the two, he realized that Dora was saying goodbye. He told her to have a good day but his attention was still focused on the two men heading towards him.

“Good Morning Harry, how did you sleep last night?” Harry blushed at the memory of his dream and could only choke out a “fine” before he returned his attention to the breakfast before him. That was all it took for his plans and scheme to go out the window, how on earth would he have the mind to seduce them if he became a blushing adolescent around the two. A slight movement to his right caught his eye and Harry watched as Charlie’s hand slipped beneath the table to rest on Severus’ thigh. The tanned hand moved up and down and Harry distinctly heard Severus’ breath hitch as Charlie ghosted over his groin.

Harry pushed his seat back from the table. “I have paperwork to do in the Hospital Wing. I…um…I guess I’ll see you later.”

Harry practically ran out of the Great Hall, stopping only when he was far away. Leaning against the wall he allowed his head to fall back. Merlin, what an idiot he is. Others had always approached him; he had never had to do the chasing. He wasn’t sure if he even could.

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Charlie’s POV

Severus’ eyes followed as Harry left the room. “He dressed up for us.”

Charlie smiled at his lover who seemed surprised that Harry would do such a thing. “Yes he did. And after dinner we’ll go straight to step four.”

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Dinner had been an interesting event. If he weren’t positive that it was wishful thinking he would say that both Charlie and Severus had been eyeing him. As Harry exited through the side door he became aware of Charlie and Severus conversing not too far away, their words were too low for him to hear what they were discussing. He had to walk past them to get to the Hospital Wing so Harry moved down the corridor slowly. As he passed the couple he heard their words clearly. “Go visit your parents. I’ll see you when you get back.”

“I’m sure I’ll be back a little after curfew.”

Harry didn’t want them to realize he was listening to their conversation so he quickened his pace towards the staircase. As he ascended the stairs toward the third floor and the Hospital Wing a plan began to form. But he couldn’t do it because it would be beyond wrong.

The walk to the Hospital Wing was spent arguing with himself. Seeing the two without an audience could help him understand the best way to go about getting the two of them to include him and using his invisibility cloak to spy on Charlie and Severus having sex is wrong but, Merlin, he really wanted to. It was as if being at Hogwarts made him act like a teenager with no morals.

As curfew came closer and closer Harry’s resolve began to break. With fifteen minutes left ‘til curfew Harry was pulling on his invisibility cloak. He could only hope that he made it through this \'without being cursed, killed, castrated, or fed to a dragon\'.

Harry made it to the dungeons and Severus’ quarters a few minutes before curfew. Berating himself for what he was about to do Harry lifted his hand and knocked on the door. Severus yanked open the door as if he had been standing on the other side waiting to open the door for him. Harry shook his head knowing that that was impossible and ducked under Severus’ arm into his quarters. Severus looked left and right down the corridor before slamming the door closed and stalking into what looked to be the bedroom.

Harry followed and entered the bedroom just in time to see Severus entering the bathroom. Luckily he left the door open and Harry could follow. As he watched Severus removed his black teaching robes to reveal a crisp white button down paired with a pair of black slacks similar to the one’s Harry was currently wearing. Severus quickly divested himself of the white button down and a few minutes later the slacks had been removed to reveal that Severus didn’t wear any underwear. Merlin, what he was doing may be wrong but the reality was so much better than fantasies. A twinge of guilt was accompanied with this thought but gone as soon as Severus stepped into the shower.

Harry hoisted himself onto the counter so he’d be out of the way. Harry was so immersed in watching Severus that it took him some time before he became aware of another spectator. Charlie had arrived and his eyes were watching Severus in the shower, as intently as Harry’s.

The water was turned off and Severus stepped out of the shower, dripping wet. Charlie approached with an open towel, which he enveloped Severus in. Charlie rubbed the towel across skin following the trail of dry skin with slow kisses. This went on for quite some time and Harry could hardly keep himself from removing the cloak and joining in. He wasn’t certain that he would be able to curb the desire once the two moved on to the bedroom.

As Harry watched Charlie moved lower and lower with the towel and then kneeled at Severus’ feet. The sight of Charlie kneeling before Severus was too much for Harry and he groaned, loudly. Harry froze, realizing how loud that must have been, when Charlie and Severus looked directly at him. Harry remained immobilepingping the two would shrug it off, but luck wasn’t with him and Severus reached out, grasping the hood of the cloak in his fingers before jerking back the material from Harry\'s head and shoulders.

Severus’ black eyes stared at him, not giving away an ounce of the anger or violation he must be feeling. Harry felt like a student again and began babbling nonsense that was supposed to explain what hs dos doing in the man\'s quarters watching him shower. Finally he was aware enough to apologize. His eyes met Severus’ briefly before he dropped his gaze to the floor. “I’m not sure if it means anything but I am sorry for infringing on your privacy Professor Snape.”

A hand gripped his chin and lifted it so Harry had to raise his gaze to meet Severus’. Harry could only stare in complete shock as Severus leaned in, gently pressing his lips to Harry’s. Before Harry had time to react to, or really participate in the kiss, Severus stepped back, “You may call me Severus, Harry.”

Harry looked confusedly between Severus and Charlie. “I…what about…” Harry’s words trailed off as Charlie stepped closer, his arms wrapping around Harry’s neck as his lips covered Harry’s. This time Harry wasn’t going to allow his surprise to make him miss out on kissing one of the only two people he had ever had feelings for. When Charlie pulled away from the kiss Harry looked at Charlie who grinned. “I am so glad that the plan worked so well.”

“What plan?” Harry asked.

“The plan to get you to join us.” Harry, sat there for a moment, shocked that Charlie had wanted, and planned for, exactly what Harry did. Harry took a moment to look to Severus who smiled at him. Harry had never seen Severus smile, not once, not even after Voldemort had been killed. Harry smiled back.

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Harry straddled Severus, leaning forward to press his lips against Severus’n mon mouth. Their tongues twisted together, moving languidly at first and then swiftly. After so many years spent lusting after Severus, Harry could hardly believe that he was in this position. Harry moaned into the kiss as two slick fingers were slipped inside him. Severus’ tongue moved in and out of his mouth in cadence with Charlie’s fingers, they were perfectly in sync with one another. Severus’ hands reached up to tangle into Harry’s hair, pulling softly at the locks. Another finger slipped in beside the two and began scissoring, stretching. Harry was lost in the sensations, barely aware of anything else but Charlie’s fingers inside him and Severus’ mouth on his.

Hands stroked Harry’s side, caressing the skin until they stopped to grip Harry’s hips lifting him up and then back down, impaling him on Severus’ cock. He hadn’t felt such fullness in so long, too long. Just the thought that it was Severus made it that much better. Harry rested his hands on either side of Severus’ body lifting himself slowly up and gradually back down. A hand at his back pushed Harry towards Severus’ chest. He followed the direction eagerly, latching on to a brown nipple.

As Harry leaned forward he became aware of Charlie stretching him even more. It burned as he was stretched farther than he could ever remember being. He tensed in expectation of what was to come. The mere thought of the two of them inside him at the time made Harry wan com come then and there. Harry forced himself to relax as Charlie added another finger, working alongside with the slight movements of Severus cock. Another finger and Harry couldn’t take it anymore, “Charlie…please…I need you both in me now.”

Finally Charlie’s fingers were removed and something much thicker was placed at his entrance. Charlie pushed in slowly, so slowly that Harry felt like he would never have the two of them inside him. Harry cried out in pleasure once the two were deep inside him moving together, it was one of the most unusual and amazing sensations he had ever felt. Severus’ thrust, more restrained due to the position; Charlie’s harder and deeper. Harry lost himself in the rhythm of the two men he had always loved inside him and for the first time in his life, he felt complete. Finally Severus let go of Harry’s hip to curl his fingers around Harry’s erection. One, Two, and Three strokes were all Harry could handle before he came.

Whether it was Harry’s orgasm or the feel of their own cocks straining against one another while inside of him, Severus and Charlie followed soon after.

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“You have the Weasley weakness.” When Harry looked at him confused Charlie continued, “You’re an honorary Weasley so you’d of course have the same weaknesses.”

Harry looked at Charlie in puzzlement. “What weakeness?”

“Us Weasleys have a weakness for Severus. Mum, simadoradores him. And there\'s myself, obviously, George for certain, and of course Bill.”

“But-But I thought Bill hated him.”

Charlie laughed. “Oh, he does.”

“Then why...”

“Severus turned him down.”

“Now you have to tell me the whole story.”

“After the last class of Bill\'s seventh year he decided that he was going to seduce Severus. So he broke into Sev\'s bedchambers, undressed, and laid across Sev\'s bed in what he assumed was a tempting pose. When Sev arrived he threw Bill out of his quarters and into the dungeon corridors, naked. Bill didn\'t even have his wand on him. It was left in Severus\' quarters and he had to make it all the way up to Gryffindor Tower. Luck wasn\'t with him and he was caught by Professor McGonagall.” Charlie paused and Harry watched as an amused smile lit his handsome face. “Bill was so angry when he found out.”

“Found out what?”

“That when I attempted the same three years later, I wasn\'t thrown out.”

Harry shifted so that he could look at Severus. “So, saying if I had—”

“I would not have thrown you out.” Harry smiled and leaned over to kiss Severus, ecstatic that he now had the right to. Charlie, not one to be left out, wrapped his arms around Harry from behind and began kissing the back of Harry\'s neck. Harry sighed into the kiss, sandwiched between his two lovers.


The End