A Series of Detentions 5: Make Me Moan

This is the final in a series about Harry and Draco and detention. I believe someone requested a “Snapesicle”, so here it is. *wink*

Many many thanks to Melisande, VL and Kit for their support and superb beta work.

Disclaimer: Not mine. I’m only having fun with them.

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A Series Of Detentions 5: Make Me Moan

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They were all asking for it now.

Severus Snape fumed as he watched Malfoy, Zabini and Potter, the unholy trio as he had dubbed them, set out to get detention together. Again. They thought they were so clever, but they had no subtlety. A fire? Really. And did they have to be so... spectacular about it? He shook his head at the flames blazing merrily away in Potter’s cauldron. Whatever had happened to Slytherin ingenuity?

With a muttered incantation, he put it out and turned to face Harry.

“What, in Merlin’s name, were you doing, Potter?” he said in his most scathing tones. “There was nothing flammable in that potion! Or, there wasn’t supposed to be anything flammable in there.”

The raven haired Gryffindor looked up at him, resignation in his face. He glanced behind the Potions Professor for a brief moment, and then back.

Snape whirled around to see Draco and Blaise laughing openly. They looked up at him, smiling their smug little grins.

“You think it’s so funny Mr. Malfoy? Mr. Zabini?”

They just stood there smirking as Harry and the rest of the Gryffindors glared at them.

“Very well. You two shall help Mr. Potter redo his potion in detention this evening at six. There has been too much mischief in my Potions classroom. Now pack up and go to your next class.”

Hermione nudged Ron and they watched Harry closely as he packed up his Potions supplies.

“Harry?” Ron finally said, rolling his eyes at Hermione’s nonverbal urging. “You ok, mate?”

Harry looked up from his task. “Yeah, I’m fine, Ron. Snape’s just a git, you know that.”

Hermione pursed her lips. Harry was not nearly as upset as she thought he should be. Was there something happening during these detentions?

She turned to look at Zabini and Malfoy and saw smug looks on their faces. The looks they were giving each other and Harry set off alarms in her head.

“Miss. Granger. Is there something fascinating over on the Slytherin side of my classroom?” Snape asked nastily from behind her.

Hermione jumped and then looked at Snape guiltily. “No, sir.” she replied.

“Fine. Five points from Gryffindor for your inattention during my class. Now, you are dismissed. I would recommend that you leave unless you have more house points that you wish me to dispose of.”

As Snape walked by and went to the front of the room, he missed the insolent grin and wink that Blaise gave Harry, but Hermione saw it.

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Later, in the Gryffindor common room, Hermione saw her chance.

“Harry, what in Merlin’s name is going on with you and the Slytherins?” she asked, sitting next to him on the couch.

“Me and the...”

Hermione gave him a narrow look that said, “Don’t mess with me.”

Harry sighed and turned to face her. At least she had waited until the room was deserted.

“I’m in a relationship, Herm,” he said slowly.

She rolled her eyes. “Yeah, no kidding? Harry, that’s obvious. You come back here looking, well, thoroughly shagged after detention and you’re usually in a really good mood, so I knew that. Is it... is it Malfoy?”

Harry nodded, waiting for the explosion.

She smiled. “Ok, I can see that.”

He blinked. “You what?” he said eloquently.

She laughed. “Well, he is hot,” she confided. “Any girl, and obviously guy, would be with him. And he’s been a lot nicer since you’re been serving detention together. No more name calling, no more tricks.... it’s been pleasant, actually.”

“Merlin, Hermione, I was so worried that you would hate me,” Harry said, relieved.

She reached over and hugged him. “Oh, Harry, you know better than that. I could never hate you. But you need to tell Ron sometime, it may hit him hard.”

“You have to help me with that,” Harry said. “Please?”

“We’ll have to find some way to distract him,” she said. “Don’t worry, he’ll be fine. So, tell me about your man,” she said giggling.

Harry hadn’t realized how much he wanted to talk about his lover until he spilled his guts to Hermione that day. The two friends spent a wonderful afternoon in the Gryffindor common room talking about all that Harry had been hiding. Hermione agreed that Blaise was cute too. She even seemed a bit jealous that he had had them both.

Still laughing, Harry finally set off for his detention that evening.

“Have fun, Harry,” Hermione called wickedly as he ducked though the Gryffindor portrait. Harry smiled. Oh, he intended to.

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All three miscreants showed up precisely at six, as instructed. They stood uncertainly in the hallway, not sure what was happening.

“Do you think we pushed him too far?” Blaise whispered.

Harry rolled his eyes. “Yeah, maybe,” he said. “I mean, could you two have been any more obvious? You guys, I need this class, so can you please stop sabotaging me in there?”

The brown haired Slytherin grinned apologetically. “Hey, sorry Harry, but we needed detention. It’s been a long time since we’ve been able to... well you know. And since Snape won’t do anything to us, we had to involve you.”

Draco smiled. “Haven’t you missed me... err... us, Potter?” he asked.

Harry snorted but smiled to himself. Actually, he had missed them. Especially Draco. He missed the feel of his silken skin, the way he swallowed him whole... The evenings they had spent together had been intense and wonderful. Both Draco and Blaise were exciting lovers, and his heart sped up a bit at the thought that he might be with them again tonight.

Abruptly, the door opened and an ominous looking Snape stood there. Without a word, he whirled and walked into the room. The three young men looked at each other and then walked in behind him.

“Sit,” Snape instructed quietly, waving his hand to close and lock the door.

They all sat in their customary Potions seats.

“You went too far today,” the Potions Master said. “Setting fire to Potter’s cauldron was dangerous and reckless.”

“But it’s been like three weeks since...” Draco started to say, but he was quelled by a fierce look from his head of house.

“I have no doubts that you wanted detention this evening,” Snape continued. “I even know why you want it. But you chose the wrong way to go about it.”

All three heads were now hanging dejectedly. Snape smiled.

“That is why you shall be serving your detention here, in this room, under my supervision,” he said.

Harry caught the tone in his voice and looked up first. “You mean you want us all to redo the potion?” he asked.

“You must make up the work, Mr. Potter,” he replied.

Draco reached into his robe and brought out a stoppered bottle full of the day’s assigned potion. “This is from Harry’s cauldron before we set fire to it,” he said, flashing his lover an apologetic look.

Snape grunted, and took the potion. “Very well,” he said. “But in the future, find some other way to achieve your goals rather than sabotaging my class and putting us all in danger. Had Mr. Potter not done the potion correctly, the outcome could have been very different.”

Draco and Blaise nodded sheepishly.

Snape stood. “Well, since that is done, I don’t have any other specific task for you this evening,” he said casually, “but, in light of recent events, whatever you do, I shall be watching. Just for security reasons of course.”

Oh. Of course.

Blaise spoke first. “Sir, you want us to um... do what we usually do right here? In front of you?”

Snape smiled. “Yes, to the extent that you are comfortable doing so, Mr. Zabini,” he said. He noted the surprised looks they exchanged. “You mean you are not exhibitionists? Interesting, I thought that that was part of the appeal. Knowing that I’m watching from the sidelines.”

Harry’s mouth fell open. Did that mean that Snape actually wanted to sit and watch while in the same room?

Draco looked up at this. “And I suppose that if we need help you’ll... assist us?” he asked slyly.

Snape raised an eyebrow. “Of course,” he said briskly, trying to ignore the rising feeling of excitement as each of the young men got his drift.

Draco smiled and slowly stood up, pulling Harry to his feet. “Harry seems to have a bit of a problem, Professor,” he said. “It’s a chronic problem. He always has this... troublesome swelling here...”

“What are you...?” Harry was stunned as Draco’s hands started pulling at his robes and they slid smoothly over his shoulders and onto the floor. Harry was left standing in a shirt and some tight jeans that delineated very clearly his “swelling problem”.

Snape settled back onto his chair, eyes glittering. “I think you might be able to persuade your colleague to help you with that, Mr. Malfoy. However,” a short pause as Blaise stood up with alacrity, “you must allow me to supervise all your actions. Do not block my view,” he said.

Harry licked his lips nervously. He really hoped that Draco knew what the fuck he was doing. Snape followed the movement, vowing that he would taste those lips at some point that night.

Draco, standing to Harry’s left, ran a finger over the Gryffindor’s straining erection, and Harry whimpered softly. Blaise started unbuttoning Harry’s shirt and brushing agile fingers over warm skin as it was revealed.

Slipping the shirt off, Blaise encircled Harry’s waist with his arms from behind. As his eyes locked with Snape’s, Blaise bent his head and sucked a kiss into Harry’s neck. Harry’s head fell back to lie against Blaise’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Draco had dropped to his knees in front of the boy-who-lived, and was unzipping his jeans with his teeth, al the while nuzzling the warm throbbing length that was only a layer of fabric away.

Snape leaned forward, his breath hitching slightly as he took in the arousing sight.

Harry was running his fingers through Draco’s hair, and they clenched when Draco finally freed his cock. Snape watched avidly as the blond Slytherin licked almost delicately at the tip of the weeping organ. Harry’s hips bucked forward involuntarily at the feel of those lips.

Blaise was running fingers over Harry’s torso, brushing against the sensitive nipples and pausing to twist them, making Harry arch back into his arms. Turning his head towards Blaise, Harry was gasping as his senses were obviously being overloaded.

“It’s been too long, Harry,” Blaise whispered before he took Harry’s mouth in a searing kiss, the heat of which Snape could see from across the room. As his housemate’s tongue mapped the Gryffindor’s mouth, Draco sucked the tip of Harry’s cock completely into his mouth and started drilling the slit with his tongue.

Harry’s body shook and he pushed his cock deeper into the warm sucking depths of Draco’s mouth, his own mouth still being devoured greedily. Whimpers and needy sounds issued from his throat, and when Blaise finally pulled away to breathe, Harry was moaning steadily.

“Merlin... oh Dray... Blaise... fuck....”

Snape’s hand crept to his own throbbing, rock hard cock, as he watched the blond suck Harry’s entire length into his mouth. Blaise held Harry’s hips steady as Draco’s nose touched the dark curls at the root of the organ that was stretching Draco’s mouth obscenely wide.

More wet sucking noises had Severus clamping down on his own arousal ruthlessly. He didn’t want to come. Not yet. He wanted to see Potter explode in Draco’s mouth, wanted to see him in the throes of ecstasy. Too many times he had only heard them or caught only glimpses as they pleasured each other; this had been what he had missed and he vowed to see it all.

Blaise kept his eyes on Snape’s, a small smile playing around his sensual lips, and when Snape looked at him again, he made a show of sucking a finger into his mouth and wetting it thoroughly. Slipping it out again, he ran it down Harry’s body and then towards his ass.

Snape moaned softly as Blaise’s finger disappeared and he could tell the moment that it slipped inside the Gryffindor. Harry’s back arched impossibly and he screamed and pumped himself down Draco’s throat in long slow pulses. Snape whimpered slightly as he watched Draco’s throat work to swallow the fluid.

Beautiful, he thought, dazed. Draco hadn’t spilled a drop.

Blaise kept his finger in place, slowly stretching Harry’s entrance, even as he continued to support the Gryffindor, who was collapsing from his recent orgasm. The two Slytherins helped him onto his knees and Draco hugged him as he sagged forwards.

From his vantage point, Snape could see that slick finger working its way in and out of Harry, and he could see Blaise’s face as he watched Harry respond to his ministrations. With one hand, Blaise started to undo his robes and slip them off. He pulled his finger out of Harry, smiling at the moan of disappointment that he gave, and, quickly ripping his trousers open, he freed his leaking cock.

Soon Blaise had two fingers inside his Gryffindor lover and he was scissoring them mercilessly, preparing Harry for his invasion. He sucked kisses over Harry’s back and whispered hot, dirty words that made him shudder.

Snape looked back at Draco, who was also struggling to remove his clothes. The blond was simply gorgeous, lithe and toned, his muscles glistening in the flickering candlelight of the room.

Harry was sucking soft kisses into the pale skin of Draco’s neck, his tongue flicking out to lick and taste him, his hands roaming over the silky skin. When Draco finally got his cock free, Harry ran a finger up the length of it, causing the blond to moan loudly.

Snape leaned even closer to hear Harry say, “Let me suck you, love...” before the dark haired Gryffindor dipped his head and licked Draco’s throbbing length. That action pushed him further onto Blaise’s fingers and Snape saw the boy slip another finger in and pump them, continuing to open Harry.

Snape wasn’t conscious of standing, but the next thing he knew, he was staring down at the most amazing sight. Harry, his mouth full of Draco’s cock, was sucking hard, Draco was flat on the floor, his robe underneath him and his legs spread as wide as possible to allow Potter access, and Blaise was lining himself up to push inside Harry.

“Lubricus!” and Blaise was pumping that cock into the boy-who-lived, who moaned around Draco’s cock in his mouth causing the blond to buck upwards almost blindly and shove himself deeper in that mouth.

Well, they have the timing down, Severus thought helplessly and then there was no thought at all. His mind was seared with the image of Blaise brutally fucking Harry, who slammed back to meet him with bruising force, and with Draco, who was fucking Harry’s mouth with abandon, his slender fingers pulling viciously on the messy hair as he shoved himself deeply into the rippling throat.

Draco was wanton, abandoned, his eyes tightly closed as gave himself to ecstasy, and Severus ached with want in that moment. As if he knew, could somehow sense the intense look his Potions Master and godfather was giving him, Draco opened his eyes and looked straight into Severus’ obsidian orbs.

Severus’ cock pulsed helplessly at that look and he came, untouched, just as Draco poured himself down Harry’s throat with a hoarse shout. Never breaking eyes contact, Draco smiled, satisfied, and Severus knew that the boy was aware he had just come in his pants. Come from watching him come. Severus moaned softly, his legs suddenly weak. He was too turned on to speak.

Harry swallowed Draco’s warm essence, sucking every drop from him as Blaise continued to rock his body back and forth with the force of his fucking. After a long moment, Blaise’s back arched deeply and he came with a long deep groan and a series of body shudders, exploding inside Harry, as Harry himself came, Draco’s arms wrapped around him.

The three students collapsed in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs, and all that could be heard for long moments was harsh gasping.

Severus sat right there on the floor, his long legs folding under him. He leaned back against a bench and closed his eyes, breathing deeply. He felt as if he had run a long race.

Snape sat there waiting for the boys to leave. Now that he had tipped his hand, they would probably want to go elsewhere and be private. He wondered if he would have a job by the morning.

He heard whispering and then the rustle of clothes being gathered. At first he thought he was imagining it, was that something against his mouth? Severus opened his eyes and found he was being kissed, softly, on the lips. The figure pulled back and resolved itself into Draco’s gorgeous face.

“Join us,” he whispered, holding out his hand.

Severus hesitated for a long moment, looking deeply into expressive quicksilver eyes. What he saw there reassured him and he finally put his hand in Draco’s, allowing himself to be moved.

The blond smiled and helped him up and then Severus saw Harry and Blaise, cradled in each others arms, standing at the door that led to the back room. The back room with the locked door where Severus had stood so many times and heard them, heard their lovemaking. And now, he was to be a part of it.

As he walked past them in a daze, still holding Draco’s hand, Severus heard Harry say, “We definitely need a bed for this next part.” He shivered at Blaise’s soft chuckle.

Severus was pushed gently onto the large bed, and Draco crawled up after him, the look in his eyes making Severus shake in anticipation. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at him like that. Like he was wanted, his touch craved. Far too long.

Draco straddled him, settling on top of him, his legs falling to either side of Severus’ waist. The other two climbed onto the bed as well.

“You should know that we all discussed this, Severus,” he said softly, deft fingers making short work of the buttons on the potion Master’s black robes.

“Discussed...?” Severus thought he could be excused his distraction, since there were many hands pulling him out of his clothes.

“Seducing you,” Harry said to his left.

Severus blinked.

“We know you’ve been listening and watching,” Blaise continued, pulling at the older man’s pants. “We could tell you were interested. That’s why we kept ‘forgetting’ to put up the silencing spell.”

“You...” Severus almost smiled. Yes, he should have known his Slytherins had an agenda. He shifted up briefly and then all of his clothes were gone.

“Plus,” Harry whispered, his lips brushing Severus’ as he pulled the man’s face towards his. “We think you’re sexy as hell.”

Sexy? Severus didn’t even have time to be surprised at that statement before he was pulled into a deep wet kiss. Harry’s tongue plunged into his mouth and started dueling with his in earnest, and Severus gave himself up to the sensations. Merlin, he can kiss, Severus thought, and then all coherent thought spiraled away.

When he finally broke the kiss, the need for air having made itself known, he looked up to see Draco with his tongue down Blaise’s throat.

“They’re hot, aren’t they?” Harry whispered, following Severus’ look. “Wait ‘til Draco sucks you. His mouth is unbelievable...” He chuckled at the older man’s shudder of arousal.

Then Harry was sucking a vicious kiss into Severus’ neck that had him moaning. The boy, no this was not a boy, the young man licked his way down his chest and settled at his nipples, biting and then laving them with his tongue to soothe the sting.

Then his other nipple was being sucked. Severus opened his eyes and looked down to see Blaise’s head on his chest and those talented lips on him. Blaise rolled his eyes up to meet those of his head of house and smiled around his mouthful.

Severus could feel himself getting hard again, his cock starting to take an interest in the proceedings. Draco evidently noticed as well. He leaned forward from his position straddling Severus, and he said, “I want to suck you, Severus. Think you’re up for it?”

Up for it? Severus raised an eyebrow. Normally he wouldn’t let Draco get away with that, but considering his current position he was prepared to be generous.

Draco shifted again, sliding against Severus’ ultra sensitive skin. The Potions Master closed his eyes and arched upwards into the movement.

The next thing he knew, Draco had slid off of him and was kneeling in between his wantonly spread legs.

“Watch him,” Harry murmured. “He’s so good at this.”

Normally, Severus wouldn’t take Harry’s word for something like this, but at the first touch of Draco’s lips, he had to admit that the boy might have a point.

Draco watched Severus through his eyelashes as he slipped his tongue out of his mouth to taste his Potions Professor for the first time. Salty bitter goodness burst over his tongue, and Draco closed his eyes and set about trying to destroy the older man.

Severus moaned as his cock was enclosed in the satin warmth of Draco’s mouth. His hips canted upwards, almost involuntarily, and Draco chucked around his mouthful, making Severus shake in reaction.

Harry leaned over and licked his way back into Severus’ mouth, his tongue exploring all the surfaces within.

Blaise watched hungrily as Harry devoured his Head of House. He had had a bit of a crush on Snape for years, and now he was in a position to do something about it. Finally, he couldn’t stand it, and he reached over and yanked on Harry’s hair, pulling his mouth off of the older man’s.

“My turn,” he growled, and turning the Potions Master’s head towards his own, set his open mouth on top of Severus’.

Severus whimpered as his mouth was assaulted by Blaise’s wicked tongue. Harry smiled bemusedly at the sight. He had never, in all their time together, seen Blaise become possessive.

Draco, in the meantime, was slowly sucking Severus’ soul out through his cock. Severus was on sensory overload. In between the attention that Draco was giving his cock, and how the hell had he learned to do that with his tongue?, and Blaise, who seemed to be trying to map his way to Severus’ stomach, he was lost.

A white hot energy engulfed him and his body arched impossibly as he poured himself in endless surges down Draco’s throat. He swore he lost consciousness as he felt the supple throat working the tip of his oh so sensitive cock to swallow everything.

When he came to, he saw Blaise, his hand wrapped around the back of Draco’s neck as he sucked the remnants of Severus’ come out of his housemate’s mouth. Severus whimpered as his cock stirred again. It was impossible! He wasn’t a teenager, he couldn’t possibly come again tonight....

Draco finally pulled away from the brown haired Slytherin, and Severus blinked when Blaise said, “You taste like him.”

“Mmm. Lemme try,” Harry said, reaching for Draco. And then Severus saw again what he had thought he saw before.

Harry cupped Draco’s face tenderly, almost reverently, as he slowly pulled the blond to him. They stared into each other’s eyes for a moment and then Harry leaned forward and slipped his tongue into Draco’s mouth. They both moaned, and then slid deeper into each other’s arms, holding on tight as they traded tongues.

Severus watched open mouthed. Yes, it was love. When had it happened? It was clear how they felt when they were together like this.

Blaise cuddled behind Severus, watching with him. “Sappy, isn’t it?” he said softly, his breath brushing Severus’ ear, making him shiver. “They can come just from kissing each other, I’ve seen them,” he continued. “Hell, I think Harry could talk Draco to orgasm if he wanted.”

Severus nodded absentmindedly as he continued to watch the arousing sight before him. If Draco had seemed enthusiastic before, he was incredible now, all passion and heat, lost to the world in Harry’s arms.

“Wanna try that?” Blaise asked, nuzzling Severus’ neck.

Nodding again, Severus found himself with an armful of lusty teenager, who settled over him like a blanket. “Let’s see what we can do, shall we, Professor?” he said slyly, as he pushed his tongue into Severus’ mouth.

Harry settled himself between Draco’s legs as he kissed him senseless. He loved kissing Draco. Actually, if he were honest he would admit that he loved touching Draco, especially his hair. It felt like spun silk. Draco’s hair drew Harry’s attention no matter where they were. Harry often found himself staring across the room at his lover’s hair, imagining the feel of it sliding through his fingers.

Draco cradled Harry and moaned as he felt the Gryffindor above him rocking gently against his arousal. He sighed when the kiss finally broke and Harry started peppering tiny kisses over his clavicle. Then Harry did one of Draco’s favorite things. He started talking to him in parceltongue.

“Sssssoooo ssssssexy,” Harry hissed, and Draco’s body reacted immediately, trying to wind itself around Quidditch toned body of the other Seeker. As Harry licked his way down the blond’s body, he kept talking, knowing what it did to his lover.

“Want you... mine... sssssurrender...”

While Draco had no idea what Harry was actually saying, he recognized the possessive tone in his voice and he shuddered with desire.

“Want you in me,” he whispered, arching as Harry’s lips closed over a sensitive nipple. “Please, Harry! Need you to fuck me.”

“Ssssh! Ok, love,” Harry murmured, while he continued his gentle rocking motion.

Severus heard the murmurs coming from the other side of the bed, but he was far too engrossed in the amazing feeling of Blaise’s tongue dueling with his to care. And when Blaise started to lick his chest and bite his nipples, Severus’ cock came back to full attention.

“Will you fuck me, Severus?” Blaise whispered against his skin, and the Potions Master could only moan a response. The thought of being buried in that tight ass was... overwhelming.

Blaise pulled away and turned so that his back was facing Severus. Reaching over to the nightstand, he handed the older man the lube and wriggled his bottom against Severus’ hardness. The quick dribble of oil into his hand, and Severus’ long finger was breaching the tight, hot hole.

Blaise moaned long and loud at the feeling of Severus’ finger inside him. He wriggled and tried to push back harder onto the intruding digit. Severus calmed him.

“Hush, Blaise. Just relax....”

A second finger had Blaise’s head falling back onto the Potion Master’s shoulder as he undulated, enjoying the incredible feelings that finger was invoking.

The moans and whimpers were louder from the other side of the bed now, and Severus looked over Blaise’s head to see Harry doing the very thing he was. His fingers were sliding in and out of Draco, who was writhing in bliss and begging shamelessly.

“Merlin, Harry.... won’t last. Please... fuck me now....”

As Harry slicked himself quickly, Severus did the same and he breached Blaise at the very moment that Harry’s cockhead slid into Draco.

“Watch them,” Severus said in Blaise’s ear, and the young Slytherin’s eyes fluttered open to watch Harry’s cock slide into Draco in a slow thick thrust. Draco arched into the movement and, as he pushed in deeper, Harry reached down and pulled the blond’s mouth up to his in a savage kiss.

It was incredibly hot seeing someone else fuck in front of you as you were fucking too, Severus realized. He had never been much of a voyeur until these students and their carefully arranged detentions had introduced him to those joys. And now, watching Harry and Draco together, he wasn’t sure this was not the most arousing thing he had ever experienced in his life.

He’d had to participate in the Death Eater orgies, of course, but they were not occasions for the exchange of pleasure, they were torture. This, this was pure unadulterated exquisite pleasure, and as he panted and groaned and pumped into Blaise’s sweet young body, he vowed he would not willingly go back to his celibate existence.

As Severus sped up slightly to match Harry’s pace, Blaise was whimpering with each thrust, shuddering as he felt the sweet movements spiral through him. He raised his leg to allow Severus better access and continued to watch the show in front of him. He moaned as Severus’ hand crept around to the front of his toned body and started stroking his weeping cock.

Draco raised his legs and draped them over Harry’s shoulders, allowing his raven haired lover to penetrate even deeper. He had eyes only for Harry’s face as gave himself fully to him. Love me, Draco’s heart screamed as Harry thrust deeper into his clenching body.

Mine, Harry was thinking as he pumped relentlessly into the blond underneath him. Please be mine....

Something in Draco blossomed open as Harry continued to slide into him. “Yes... oh Harry... I...” Draco bit his lip as the words almost forced their way out.

But Harry seemed to understand. He leaned forward, all the while maintaining his slow thrusting movements, and brushed Draco’s soft lips with his. “Love you,” he whispered, his heart fully in his green eyes as he stared deeply into the molten silver of Draco’s.

“Me too.” And Draco smiled as he felt something open in him, a weight lifted from his soul.

Harry’s breath hitched and he exploded deep inside his beloved, just as Draco’s orgasm burst from him. They were surrounded for a moment by a dazzling white light, which then seemed to fade into their skin as they lay wrapped around each other kissing breathlessly.

Severus moaned and pushed as far as he could into Blaise’s rippling passage, as he came in deep pulses inside him, as Blaise screamed and came as well, spurting all over the bed and Severus’ talented hand.

All four men lay panting for a moment, overwhelmed.

“What... what just happened?” Harry finally asked, running his hands over Draco possessively. “I saw a light...”

Severus, his head buried in Blaise’s neck, lifted his face to look at him. “You mean you don’t know?” he asked.

Harry, apparently just now remembering that they had an audience, shook his head, as Draco ran equally possessive hands over him.

Severus sighed and sat up, running an affectionate hand through Blaise’s hair. “You’ve bonded with Mr. Malfoy,” he said at last. “You will find that your powers and thoughts have intertwined.”

“We what?” Draco said sitting up.

Severus rolled his eyes. “Do either of you pay any attention in your classes?” he asked scathingly. “In the event of two exceptionally strong wizards falling in love, there is the potential to form a wizard’s bond, which the two of you evidently just did. You declared your love to one another at the moment of ecstasy. It was witnessed by myself and Mr. Zabini, so for all intents and purposes, you are now married.”

“We.... but we can’t...” Harry was obviously having a hard time with the concept.

Damned Muggle sensibilities, Severus thought.

“Is it so bad, love?” Draco asked, wrapping his arms around Harry who had started to shiver.

Harry leaned into Draco’s strength. “No,” he replied immediately. “It’s wonderful! I just... what will Dumbledore say? And Ron and Hermione and....”

“A Wizard’s bond is indissoluble.” Severus said, “and inevitable. This was meant to be. Without forming it neither one of you could have achieved your true potential, and it is entirely possible, Mr. Potter, that with this you stand an even better chance of defeating Voldemort.”

Harry’s eyes flicked to Blaise. He knew that Draco was no Death Eater. Plus, he could now sense his lover’s thoughts and emotions and he knew Draco could no more betray him than betray himself. He had trusted Severus with his life on several occasions and still did, but he had not had time to ascertain Blaise’s stance.

Blaise looked back unflinching. “I’m not a Death Eater, Harry,” he said. “You can give me veritaserum if you like. None of my family are Death Eaters.” Behind him, Severus nodded and Harry relaxed. The skilled ligillimens had obviously scanned the Slytherin and confirmed that he was telling the truth.

“You will also find,” Severus continued after a pause, “that you will probably not be able to participate in any more... group activities, shall we say?”

Draco and Harry looked puzzled.

“You’ll only want sex with each other,” Severus said plainly. “The bond won’t really tolerate attempts to form other bonds, which is what it will see sex with other people as.”

Harry looked at Draco. “Oh, I’m sorry I...”

Draco snorted. “Why are you sorry? I get the sexiest man in the wizarding world to myself and you’re sorry?” He raised an elegant eyebrow. Harry simply smiled and kissed him again.

Blaise grinned and snuggled up to Severus. “Oh well, it was fun while it lasted. But I find I’m more interested in another relationship now anyway,” he said, looking at the Potions Professor meaningfully.

Severus wrapped his arms around his young lover and closed his eyes. It looked as if he would be back to giving detentions, but this time only to one person.

~Fin