Excerpts from On the Plethora of Uses for Zingiber

This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoat Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended. This story was written for The_Minx_17 for the HP Kinkathon. This story also contains a healthy(more than) amount of smut, including figging, rimming, electricity, double penetration, blindfolds and sex. Lots of sex. Read at your own peril if legal for you to do so.

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Excerpts from On the Plethora of Uses for Zingiber officinale
by S. Snape, PM; with notations by D. Malfoy, App.

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Zingiber officinale, family Zingiberaceae, Order Zingiberales, Class Liliopsida, Division Magnoliophyta,also known to laywizard and muggle alike as Ginger root, is not an actual root.

The Large bulbous "root" is the rhizome of the monocotyledonous perennial plant, Zingiber officinale. This is considered a case of semantics only by fools who wouldn't know how to prepare water for tea, let alone a potion of any gratifying complexity.

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Harry knocked on the door lightly, though he knew the wards would alert the room's inhabitants to his presence. He shifted his packages to the crook of his other elbow as he waited for one of them to open the door. He was just getting ready to ditch the stuff in front of the door when it opened to reveal a flushed Draco Malfoy, whose blank face eased into a habitual smirk as he took in Harry's juggling act.

"Harry. Let me help you with that." He was as good as his word, but only just; plucking up the smallest of the wrapped bundles; the one that had been tottering precariously at the stack's summit. He fit himself to Harry's side to help support the rest and hummed with approval as their bodies met briefly. Harry jumped at the contact and tried to ignore it, castigating himself for almost dropping his armload and being obvious.

"Thank you," Harry said with a wry, lopsided grin. He set the rest on the nearest worktable and started unknotting the cords on the paper parcels. Draco was leaning over his shoulder with interest, close enough for Harry to smell the hint of sandalwood and woodsmoke that always lingered on the blonde, close enough to feel Draco's radiant heat. Harry closed his eyes for a moment and leaned in a bit, surreptitiously enjoying the not-quite-contact while cursing its existence.

"Potter! What do you think you are doing?"

Stifling a queasy mix of guilt and arousal, Harry looked up to see the Potionsmaster framed in a different doorway, scowling. When no answer was immediately forthcoming he swooped down on Harry, invading his personal space, the better to stare down his nose at him. It put Harry eye-level with Snape's adams apple. It also put Harry at a disadvantage. He beat his libido into submission, keeping firm focus on Snape's throat. He couldn't let his vision stray towards the more interesting parts of Snape's anatomy. That way lay disaster.

A few months ago he would have put his money on Snape crucifying him for even entertaining an unchaste thought about either of them, but...

"I will not have your clumsy fumbling spoiling my precious stores. Your past performance in my class more than proves your inability to grasp the evils of cross contamination. Draco will do this. If you must, you may assist, but only under his direction."

"Hear that? I get to order you about."

You can order me about any day. Harry unsuccessfully suppressed the thought of Draco with a riding crop and a leer.

"Oh, I like that. I didn't have to oversee the Forbidden Forest detentions while you two fiddled about in here. I didn't have to have them collect potions ingredients for..."

"Yes, yes, yes Potter, you are a martyr unparalleled. Might I remind you that these are potions for your class?"

"Our class." Harry's expression was mulish. This was Harry's second year as Dada Master, and after much nagging, he had finally convinced Snape to help him resurrect the defence club. The carrot that had finally swayed Snape was Harry's promise to focus a good chunk of time on defence against dark potions, though Snape was always quick to point out that he was only involved to save Harry from inevitable ridicule. Harry just rolled his eyes.

"Our class." Snape sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Remind me again why I agreed to this painful charade."

"That's easy. You agreed to it because it seemed like an ideal way to insinuate yourself into Harry's trousers," Draco said with a cheerful smile as he unwrapped and sorted various fresh (and not so fresh) bits of flora. Harry's blush was immediate and all-consuming. Snape just shot Draco an annoyed look before he continued as if nothing untoward had been said.

"Do you have the list of ingredients?"

Harry fought his embarrassment and fished a folded piece of paper out of his pocket, patting through several others to unearth a stub of pencil to mark off one more item. Snape raised his eyebrows, whether it was at the tattiness of his once pristine list or the muggle writing implement Harry didn't know, but thankfully said nothing about it.

"Castor Bean pods, good. Diurnal Abrus, Sprogliver Root, ah yes. Draco, take care with the..."

"Argh!"

"That would be the one. It's carnivorous." A small smile played across the Potionmaster's face as Draco sucked on his bloody finger, eyes flashing. "And now contaminated. That will need replacing." He looked at Harry.

"We have almost everything we need, but for the items that must be picked on the new moon."

"I have two more detentions tomorrow evening, and if I can borrow a few of yours..."

"You may relieve Filch of the pleasure."

Harry shuddered. The word pleasure in that voice made him giddy, the hairs raising on his arms, but he could have done without the Filch reference.

"Yeah. I'll do that. Pleasure. Relieve Filch." There was that blush again. "Um."

"See that you do. We will be well prepared; the lubricants, oils and exotic ungents eagerly awaiting your arrival tomorrow night."

Eagerly awaiting. Gah. Harry gaped like a fish.

"The bases Potter. The potion bases."

"Er, right."

"Now if you will excuse me, Professor Potter, I must help my apprentice with the new stores."

"Y-yeah. Right. Well then, I'll just be going shall I," Harry said, opening the door, nearly tripping on his way out. "Goodnight." Harry made the mistake of looking above Snape's adams apple, and into his bottomless black eyes. His breath caught and held.

"Goodnight Potter," Snape said, hand on Harry's shoulder, propelling him out the door. Harry must have imagined the hand lingering, drawing a finger lightly down his spine. "And sweet dreams."

The door gently clicked shut in Harry's face as he blinked owlishly.

Bloody buggering hell. They were driving him starkers.

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Ginger contains up to 3% of an essential oil that causes the fragrance of the spice. The main constituents are sesquiterpenoids with zingiberene as the main component. This is adaquate for clearing up the sinuses, but has little other value unless you are a crystal abusing hippie wingnut with a penchant for aromatherapy.

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Draco waited till after the door was shut and the silencing charm was activated to double over in laughter.

Snape wasn't smiling, but his face was set in a look that Draco translated as satisfaction.

"I still have it. Like taking candy from a Hufflepuff."

"Did you see the look on his face? That was priceless."

"For someone who claims to want Potter as much as you do, you certainly take an inordinate amount of joy in his discomfiture," Snape said, crossing the room to sit in the low club chair. He was followed closely by Draco, who straddled his legs and sat on his lap facing him. Grey eyes gazed into black.

"Piffle. I just think its...cute."

"Slytherins do not say piffle. Potter has rubbed off on you in the most unbecoming of ways."

"Piffle. Piffle piffle piffle. And the whole point is for Harry to rub off on me in unbecoming ways."

"I want you Potter. I need you Potter. I looove you Po-" Draco put his hand over Severus's mouth to stiffle the mocking falsetto, suddenly turning serious.

"I think we should do it Sev. Tomorrow." Snape grunted, running his hands up Draco's back. "I think he's ready. We've been working on him for months. He can't even be in the same room with us without drooling. Please?" Draco swiveled his hips and Snape grunted again, this time in assent.

Draco removed his hand from the thin lips and replaced it with his mouth and tongue and warm, wet heat. All to soon he pulled back, grinning. "Good. If we don't provide a cure for his distraction, how is he going to function working with us in the defense club?" He traced his hands up Severus' thighs and hips, circling his thumbs slowly. "And don't pretend that you don't want this." The thumbs edged their way into the crease at groin and leg as a light nip was applied to his earlobe. "You want him as much as I do," Draco said, his voice now a whisper.

"Yes. Every time I see that dreadfully earnest cow-eyed face I want to bend him over and bugger him insane."

"Almost as much as I want you."

"Yes."

"I want you Sev." Another butterfly kiss at his neck. "I need you Sev." There was a harsh intake of breath. "I love yo-" Draco gasped as he was lifted and flipped over, an aroused Potionsmaster looming over him, blotting out the rest of the room, grinding his arousal against Draco's own.

"I love you, you unmanageable baggage."

"But I love you more," Draco said imperiously.

"Put your mouth to better use. We are not quantifying love."

"Always knew you were pants at arithmancy."

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Originating in Southern China, it soon spread to the rest of Asia as well as the West Indies, with the wave of muggles that descended there like locusts. It is commonly used in the east as medicine(the dunderheads); and in the west, it is used in fruitcake. Uncommonly appropo. Interesting to note, it has been shunned by Buddhist wizards because of its 'inflammatory' properties.

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Harry approached the door with trepidation, as if waiting for someone to pounce; as if the handle were infested with baby acromantula or spiked with something noxious, embarrassing, or both.

It wasn't just paranoia-they had been pouncing. No matter how wide the hallway, Draco always found a reason to brush up against him. If they stopped to chat he would always find excuses to touch; hair in Harry's face, lint on his dueling robes. Honestly Harry, let me straighten that for you. He would touch, and linger. The posh bastard.

At dinner, he ate sausages. Asparagus. Bananas at breakfast. He made sweet love to the last bit of whipped topping perched on the end of his spoon.

Snape was a little less demonstrative, but no less disconcerting. Harry still wasn't sure if Snape was deliberately full of innuendo, or if Harry himself was just sexually frustrated beyond all sense of propriety and reading the naughty bits into innocuous conversation.

If he wanked any more he'd be raw.

He wasn't quite sure what to make of it. Snape and Draco had never actually come out and said that they were dating (not that he could imagine Snape doing something so pliebian), or shagging like minks in heat, but Harry was positive that they were together. Together, together. He didn't understand where he came in.

At first he thought that it was a mistake. A touch here, a slightly knowing smile there. But as it started to become more common, and then snowball, he had to reevaluate. Snape and Draco didn't seem to do that with anyone else. A sneer and flip of the hair were all most people could expect if they knew what was good for them. And that was being cordial.

His second theory was formed a few weeks later when Draco 'tripped' and pinned Harry to a wall, brushing his bits: They Were Getting Revenge. He assumed that their relationship, which had started with wartime detente and evolved into tentative friendship, was a ruse; a sneaky, slimy, Slytherin ruse. They were going to lull him into a false sense of security, take advantage of him and leave him trussed up naked in the great hall with Colin Creevy on standby to take the photo. Harry was quite proud of this theory, and had taken to putting sticking charms on his pants, but the expected blow never fell, leaving him stymied.

Which lead to theory three: they were flirting with him.

The mind boggled.

Harry could remember the moment that he knew for certain. He had been in the corridor talking to Snape about one of his Slytherins (Isn't it your job to mind others' wands, Potter?) when Snape had run the tip of his tongue along the lightly curved line of his bottom lip while looking at Harry's own. Harry had never seen something so erotic in his entire life, and was mortified when he had to immediately excuse himself to the nearest washroom and pull himself to a messy completion. He found himself leaning against a stall with a handful of cooling cum in under a minute.

When he could think again he tried to reason it out logically. Snape had never, ever in his entire memory done something so knowingly lascivious. Looking back over the past few months, he could now see a definite pattern in Snape and Draco's behavior. Draco goosing his ass later that week rather cemented The Theory. What Harry didn't know was what they wanted or why.

It wasn't like he was a virgin. He'd had sex. With Ginny.

Once.

But who hadn't? He wasn't even sure that Ron had dodged that bullet. He'd had sex with a guy too, and by all accounts enjoyed himself hugely, but his memory of the night was rather wonky; the next day's hangover (and sore arse) was much more prominent in his mind's eye. He would love to try it again, often, but knew that one-nighters were definitely not his thing. Neither were the fangirls or fanboys. He had nothing in common with muggles, and he worked with geriatrics and taught jailbait. Brothels would be likely to advertise something like 'Boy-who-lived shags here. Have a Harry Potter special', and his touchy-feeliness demanded something more than a business transaction. His options were sadly lacking.

Were Snape and Draco serious, or just yanking his chain out of perverse boredom? Were they interested in him, or just a night with the Boy-who-lived?

Maybe he should take up knitting and cats instead. Its not like McGonagal was getting it from both ends, and look at how she turned out.

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Zingiber Officinale should not be confused with Asarum canadense, also known as "wild ginger". Its root has similar aromatic properties, but it is not related to true ginger and should not be used as a substitute because it contains the carcinogen aristolochic acid, a powerful diuretic. That is, of course, unless you are a tremendously pervy bastard that should have been culled at birth.

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Harry was surprised to find the door cracked open. He nudged it open further, giving a silent sigh of relief when he saw both Draco and Snape occupied at a prep table.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Set them down, I'll be done in a minute," Draco said, gesturing to another table. Draco was bottling something clear and viscous, with a slightly pink tinge. Severus just nodded at him, hands deft as they put away various potions accoutrements and arranged them just so.

Draco put on the last stopper and floated the used cauldron to the stack of dirty cauldrons Harry had become well acquainted with during his tenure as a student. He wiped his hands before approaching Harry to look through his new acquisitions.

"Draco, could you bring me a hand of ginger? The large one?"

"Sure." Draco went to the storeroom and emerged with a large gnarled root. Harry furrowed his brow. Something niggled at him. Something he should know about, but he couldn't quite remember. Draco handed the root to Snape, who took a short knife and expertly began to dismember and peel the ginger.

Something about the ginger...

Draco went back to the gathered ingredients behind him to start sorting, but Harry couldn't take his eyes off of Snape. Snape's long, elegant fingers separating the fingers of ginger, appropriating the largest for his use. His hands were steady and sure as he took long strips of coarse skin from the plant, revealing the moist, scented flesh beneath. He cut the finger flat at the base so it could stand on the table as he whittled it into a smooth taper bigger than his thumb.

Ginger...

Snape picked up the finger to cut an indentation several centimeters from the base when it hit Harry like a sledgehammer to the sternum. Sixth year potions syllabus. No practical.

Ginger.


Ginger was used as a base ingredient in lust potions. Sex Magic. Ginger's only use was as an aphrodisiac. Harry's breath left him with an audible whoosh as the niggling feeling in his gut was replaced by...want. Watching Snape's fingers slide around the phallic, meaty flesh of the plant was almost like seeing those same fingers on himself, and knowing what the plant was used for, speculating as to Snape's intentions for it...

Harry was unprepared for the blindfold that descended over his eyes.

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The chacteristic odor and flavor of ginger root is caused by a mixture of zingerone, shoagoles and gingerols. These are extremely volatile oils that compose about 1%-3% by weight of fresh ginger, and can make the ginger feel bloody hot.

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The years of war had made Harry naturally wary of any type of blinder or bind, but he could smell Draco's exotic scent, feel Draco's erection pressed to the small of his back, and Draco's hands suddenly exploring his chest underneath his shirt.

"Wha-"

Draco nuzzled his neck and ran his tongue along the shell of his ear, making Harry shiver.

"Harry. I'm shocked and appalled. I didn't think it would take you that long to figure out."

"Huh? What-" Harry went to lift the blindfold, but Draco gently captured his hands and held them behind Harry's back with a chiding tsk.

"I don't think so. We've waited too long for this, imagined this for too long." Harry could feel Draco's hot breath at the nape of his neck. "It's time to fullfill those fantasies, starting with this. Right Sev?"

"Indeed."

Harry almost jumped. He hadn't heard Snape approach, but the man was now just in front of him. Make that pressed against him. Snape was much taller than Harry and the erection pressing into his stomach just underlined that fact. Harry was now sandwiched between both men, his own needy length pressed against Snape's thigh. Harry whimpered, unprepared for the shower of unaccustomed feeling, and began to move against the body in front of him; anything to relieve the pressure. Snape laughed and grabbed Harry's hips to hold him steady, much to Harry's displeasure. His earlier reservations were forgotten.

"I don't think this will be anywhere near as difficult as we thought," Snape said, and Harry could hear the smirk in his voice.

Harry wanted to protest being thought easy, but there must have been some sort of silent signal between them. Suddenly hands were everywhere; soft digits smoothing away clothing, quidditch-calloused fingers teasing and twisting unbearably sensitive nipples. His trousers were undone and off as hands traveled around his hips to dip into his pants and grab his buttocks, pulling him even harder into the lean body in front of him. He gave a cry that was cut off abruptly by a mouth descending on his.

The mouth that he had wanked to the memory of not so long ago was now plundering his with abandon. Snape's tongue swept through as if trying to memorize each surface and plane. The feeling was amazing, better than Christmas, but what nearly sent him over the edge was the taste. Snape tasted like cloves and lemon, with a hint of the ginger that he had been cutting, and it was delicious.

Draco had not been idle though. While Harry was being thoroughly snogged, Draco removed his own shirt and trousers then pushed Harry's pants to the floor, leaving him bare. When he again pressed himself to Harry they both groaned at the feeling of naked flesh on naked flesh. Draco couldn't help but thrust against the cleft of Harry's ass as he squeezed the globes even tighter around his shaft.

Harry, suddenly aware of the disparity in clothing, rushed to strip the Potionsmaster. He fumbled with buttons, ripping a few, hampered by the blindfold and unwilling to break the kiss. Draco quickly recaptured Harry's hands, and Severus pulled away from the kiss, ignoring Harry's cry of displeasure.

"Induviae Exuo."

And suddenly Snape was gloriously naked and that hot, hard, disconcertingly large length was pressed against him and Harry had never felt this good in his entire life.

"Oh my God." Snape took Harry's cock into his hand and gave it a firm stroke. "Oh my God." Harry's legs almost buckled and Snape chuckled.

"I think we might want to move this to a horizontal surface. Mr. Potter seems to be having difficulties."

"Fuck Sev, I think I'm having difficulties."

Harry didn't remember walking, but suddenly he was being boosted up onto a table with a soft top. He only had a second to think 'cushioning charm' before all thought was driven from him. Someone spread his thighs with a warm hand while another caressed his chest, urging him to lie back. A soft mouth lipped at his knees and then his inner thighs, nose nuzzling and inhaling, before the flat of a hot tongue traced a line up to his bollocks and swallowed them. Harry yelped in approval, and then yelped again as his nipples were manipulated.

He almost began to hyperventilate as he felt a gymnastic tongue stroking his perineum, while the mouth still cradled his balls. He didn't even know you could do that. Harry could only groan when he felt another mouth ghost over his cock to join the one laving his sac. It was sensory overload the likes of which he had never felt before.

Harry could only guess at who was who. He reached out to caress the body next to him and felt the smooth skin of a thigh only lightly sprinkled with a fine hair. He followed the leg to it's obvious conclusion and was rewarded with a quick intake of breath. He leaned in closer to smell and purred in pleasure. The scent was the same, but not; muskier, a bit more tart. Draco.

Harry shuddered when he felt the mouth that had been teasing at his head close over him in earnest. Draco sucked him in maddeningly small increments as he tongued Harry's slit. For Harry, who had only ever had a few grudging blow-jobs from people just as inexperienced as himself, it was Nirvana. Deciding to return the favor, Harry reached for Draco's cock, delighting in the groan that accompanied his first stroke. Draco was long and slender, uncut and so fully aroused the foreskin was already pulled back, revealing a moist head that Harry couldn't help but run his thumb over. Leaning over, he took Draco's cock into his mouth, almost grinning when Draco's approval reverberated around his own member. He was salty and sweet all at once.

"Do you have any idea how thoroughly debauched you look spread out for us like that?" Snape said after replacing his mouth with fingers. Harry could only shake his head around the cock in his mouth, making Draco squirm. "Do your friends know how wonton you are? Do they have any idea what you've been hiding from everyone?" Harry groaned and spread his thighs even further as Snape explored. "You like that don't you? " Another nod. "If you like that, you will adore this. Fulgarans Manus."

The effect of Snape's quietly voiced spell was immediate. Harry started bucking into the mouth engulfing him, keening as the hands stroking over his flesh seemed to electrify. Draco had to pull off completely to keep Harry and himself from coming before they were ready, switching his ministrations to Harry's collarbone. One of Snape's magical fingers ghosted over Harry's opening, eliciting another mewl from the quivering man spread out on the desk. The crackle of static electricity could be heard as Snape strummed his fingers gently over the puckered opening.

"I think that is a yes Sev." Draco sounded breathless.

"Accio lube."

Snape removed his fingers and when they returned, it was to massage a warm oil around Harry's opening. Snape was gentle, first rubbing an electric finger around the ring of his anus, pressing gently to loosen the muscle, then returning with even more lubricant and inserting just the tip of one finger, twisting slightly. He took Harry's whine as a sign of approval and inserted even more of his finger. When Harry was riding it to the last knuckle Snape started to withdraw, only to add a second finger and start the process all over again. When Harry finally took them both he started to scissor, stretching the taught flesh.

"Snape! Please..."

"Severus."

"Severus. Please."

"Please what Harry?" Harry twisted against the invading fingers, shifting in pleasure as Snape added a third finger.

"I-I don't know. Anything."

"Anything?"

"Just do something, dammit!"

Severus removed his fingers, causing Harry to protest, but he must have coordinated with Draco because Draco was fisting Harry's cock again to fill the void. Harry was suitably distracted until he felt something probing at his ass, something...

"Ah!" It burned, my God did it burn, but it was a good burn, tingling, a flame in his ass that kept him open and ready. His ass was on fire.

The ginger root. Ratbastardsonofawhoreohmyfuckinggoddamn!

Snape gave it a few pushes in and out of his ass before letting his sphincter snap around the makeshift indentation cut to hold it in place. Harry wiggled to try to ease the feeling, but only succeeded in prodding his own prostate, making him see starlight. He couldn't clench around it without intensifying the burn. A long sliver of ginger heat was suddenly fished down his urethra before his cock was totally engulfed to the base by an avid mouth. Harry started a litany of 'oh Merlin' and 'oh fuck', until even that was replaced by a steady wail when a tapping rhythm (not quite a spanking) was begun against the base of the homemade plug.

It was too much. The fire and pressure in his cock and ass, the throat around his cock like a boa constrictor, the pulse of the plug as it fucked him, the shocking fingers tightening around his drawn testicles, it all came together in an incendiary orgasm that made him buck and convulse as his eyes rolled back into his head, and then he knew no more.

Severus reached down and pulled the blindfold away as Draco disposed of the ginger. Harry's face was slack, eyes shut; the lashes crescents of black like a raven's wing against the sex flush of his cheeks. His chest was still heaving. Draco moved to stand beside Severus and reached out to stroke that peaceful, satiated face when Harry's eyes fluttered back open. Harry took a moment to smile before turning his head to focus on them. He looked them in the eye, then zeroed in on their unfulfilled erections like a raptor, leaning up on his elbows. When he looked back up Harry was intense; focused.

"More."

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Ginger's addictive qualities have been well documented by Wizarding researchers, but it is a cumulative effect and not considered dangerous. Despite this, it is not commonly found in many potions because of its poor interaction with many other common herbs. It's main use is topical.

***

Harry hit the bed like a ragdoll. He lay on his back, spreadeagle; legs akimbo, arms thrown back. Harry looked at the other two through eyes half-mast and shining as he observed them, gloriously unclothed, for the first time.

Severus was tall and thin, even skinny, but his was a beautiful skeleton. He was slightly wider through the shoulders and chest, the muscles sinewed and lean. His torso was impossibly long and more finely muscled, roped with scars. One curled around his side and nearly bisected a small, brown nipple; received in the last battle. The jut of one hip as he leaned into a bedpost was aesthetic perfection. Snape was as hawk-like and sardonic as ever, but the end of the war had softened some of the harsh lines of stress., and his current seething sexuality transformed him into an incubus.

Draco was another animal entirely. His face had never quite lost the sharpness of his youth, but he had grown into it, the proportions becoming more ascetic and refined. The blond hair, longer now, was pulled back from his face, emphasizing his sharp cheekbones. His body was as beautiful as ever, even though he too bore battle scars. He was slender, and still had the quidditch honed muscles of his school years. He was ethereal, looking at once beautiful and fiercely tragic in his arousal. A sinful Donatello David.

Harry's erection, which had never quite flagged, returned with a vengeance. His hand crept down to his own length to stroke himself. Both Draco and Severus were riveted. Harry was lithe and fae and as bendy as a willow in a breeze.

"You look so good like that. Just like we wanted you, writhing about on Slytherin colors," Draco said.

"Will you do something for me?" Harry said as he arched his back slightly, canting his hips towards the two men. Draco raised his eyebrow at the manipulative move.

"What do you want?" Severus asked.

"I want to see you kiss."

"Is that all?" Draco's mouth quirked up at the corners.

"For right now."

They both shrugged and turned towards each other, fitting themselves together seamlessly in a practiced ballet of movement. They each extended a tongue to meet the other's, just a slight brush before twining together like a caduceus and sucking until their lips fused. It was at once familiar and extremely erotic, the voyeur on the bed adding to the heat of the thing. They broke away gasping for air, arms and legs still tangled, and turned towards Harry as one. Harry had sped up his hand on his cock.

"Tsk. Tsk. I do believe our Gryffindor lacks patience." Severus raised a mocking eyebrow.

"He's never been one for pacing himself."

"Indeed. I think that we must take it upon ourselves to teach him the virtues of restraint."

"You are the only person I know that says indeed during sex."

"Hush."

"Not that I'm complaining. I've always admired a man with a big- vocabulary."

Draco smiled and nudged his hips against Snape before dislodging himself and leaping on the bed. Harry, who had never stopped his rubbing, gave a start as he was pinned to the bed, hand forcibly removed from his crotch. "You need to save that, we have plans for it." Draco punctuated this with a swift swallow of Harry's cock, making him gurgle. He slid back up and let it go with a pop.

"Now turn over." Harry looked suspicious but did as he asked, resting on his stomach and relishing the feel of the silken sheets against his arousal. Draco forced a knee in between his then pushed them wide apart. Harry came up on his elbows and looked over one shoulder.

"I'm not sure..."

Draco put a gentle hand on Harry's back and pressed him back down. "Relax. You'll love it." And then a tongue was sweeping through his crack and Harry was yelling as the slick muscle wormed its way into him. He had never felt anything like it and it was so, so good that he never wanted it to end. He bucked back like a slut until Draco grabbed him by the hips and brought him to his hands and knees to more easily spread Harry for his tongue's invasion.

Severus took advantage of the new position, moving to the head of the bed and grabbing Harry by the face, making him open his eyes. It took a moment for Harry to focus on anything but the lapping at his opening, but when he did he was confronted by a gorgeous erection weeping copiously at the tip.

Severus was about as long as Draco, but he was wider, heavier, the skin more bronze than pink. Unlike Harry and Draco, he was cut, the head unobscured; purpled and throbbing with want. Harry reached out his tongue to lick the head, to get a taste, bringing it back to savor the flavor. A slender strand of fluid connected tongue to cock then snapped with the tension. Harry suckled on the head, running his tongue along the vein and circumcision scar, sucking harder when Severus gave an involuntary gasp. He took more as he gained confidence, getting lost in the feeling of that magnificent cock in his mouth.

He was so preoccupied that he didn't notice when the tongue in his ass was replaced by one finger, then two. When Draco started to work in a third he yelped around Severus, causing him to buck with the vibration. Draco removed them, much to Harry's dismay, but was soon back with another cream that seemed to remove the slight sting of intrusion, as well as loosen him. The three fingers started pumping in him, finding that spot again and making him moan. Draco laughed, but it sounded a little strained.

"You sound like a bitch in heat. You want more, don't you? This isn't enough, is it?" Harry moaned again, but it wasn't enough to satisfy Draco. Draco grabbed Harry by his unruly hair and pulled until he was forced away from Snape's erection with a slurp.

"Do you want more," Draco said, giving a fierce twist of his fingers and pressing into Harry's prostate.

"Yes!"

Draco was not yet mollified. "Do you belong to me?" Another twist.

"Y-yes!"

"What about Sev? Do you belong to him as well?"

Harry looked with longing at the cock bouncing gently in front of him. "Yes."

"You belong to both of us. Say it."

"I belong to you."

"Ours. Say it."

"Yours." Harry sobered a bit, despite the brilliance of what was happening inside him. He looked up and into Severus' eyes, for once seeing everything in that steady black gaze...and it was beautiful. "Yours."

Harry cried out as a fourth digit was added. Any movement of those fingers inside of him now had an effect like the ripples in a pond, growing and radiating outwards. He reached for Severus' erection again but was batted away. Severus was hypnotized by what Draco was doing.

Suddenly Harry was pulled upright, Draco's hand still in place. Severus scooted down until he was laying on the bed, slightly propped up on deep green pillows. He took a handful of lubricant (the stuff Draco had been decanting) and gave himself a lavish coating. Harry was manouvered over him as Draco removed his fingers and Harry found himself finally sinking down on that thick cock.

He had expected it to hurt, but apparently there were upsides to fucking Potionmasters and their apprentices. Instead, he only had the most wonderful feeling of fullness and safety as he settled over Snape with little bounces of his hips, working him in more each time until he finally rested flush against Severus's pubic bone, watching as Snape lolled his head back in ecstasy.

It was bliss. A voluptuous feeling of completion. And when they finally started moving together, every inch exclaimed over, Harry thought he had reached the zenith of human feeling.

Until Draco's tongue met his opening.

Harry hadn't realized that things could spiral higher until he felt Draco's tongue at his sphincter, already taut around Severus' hard shaft. It was excruciatingly sensitive from the stretch and every flicker of movement was multiplied to the nth power.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck. Don't stop," Harry said.

If anything, the tongue became more frenzied.

"Harry." Snape tried to get his attention.

"Hmm..."

Snape slowed his thrusting. "Harry. Did you mean it?" He groaned as Harry tightened around him, but Harry was now looking at him. "Did you mean it when you said anything? Anything we wanted?"

"Please. Just. Need you."

"And you'll get us Harry. You'll get both of us." The tongue that had been licking his opening and Snape's cock as it pistoned in and out pulled away, and a slender finger rested against him. Snape pulled out, almost all the way, letting the finger join him on his return thrust. He stopped and let the finger probe and stretch, making room for more. Harry panted and squirmed, almost unable to process what was happening as all thought centered on the pleasure threatening to split him apart. When the second finger was added he started humping uncontrollably, eyes clenched shut. A cock and two fingers.

He was going to die.

When Draco started adding a third finger Harry yelled for him to stop. Chagrined, Draco started to remove them, only to have Harry protest again.

"No. Do it. Please do it."

"Do you-"

"Merlin. Fuck me."

Snape pulled out halfway and Draco rubbed his cock against him for a moment, enjoying the simple friction before joining Snape at Harry's entrance, pushing gently, and then with more force to push through the barrier. When his head finally popped through Harry bellowed and started a shaking that didn't go away, not when Draco started to work deeper, not when he finally came to rest next to Sev, root to root, deep inside.

It was the most luxurious feeling that they had ever known. Clenched tight inside one love, pressed against another, every move resonating with the others. They held that tableau for a moment, a small eternity of stillness and communion before the dam broke. With a cry Draco pulled out several inches and shoved home, beginning a tandem motion of thrust and retreat with Severus. One would pull back as the other buried himself again and again in the tight clasp of Harry's body.

Harry was gone, babbling, euphorically high; unable to participate except as a vessel between them, taking them and being taken in turn. His cock was almost painful, rubbing between their bellies. His limbs no longer supported him. He was close, so close.

Draco and Severus were close too. Their fucking became more frenzied, less synchronized, all pretense at rhythm or finesse forgotten in their struggle to reach the peak. They sped up, becoming brutal, both driving in as one, pounding Harry's prostate with animalistic abandon.

Harry was the first to break. He came hard, screaming in release, balls tightening painfully as they emptied in a rush. His ass clenched in time to his spurts, milking Draco and Severus to an explosive completion of their own.

They collapsed like sweaty dominos, fighting to get air into empty lungs. Cocks softened and were removed. Draco was the first to move, not wanting to crush Harry. He rolled to the side and faced the other two, fumbling for his discarded wand so he could mutter a half-arsed cleaning spell. Severus rolled to nestle the sleeping Griffindor between them. He summoned the sheet to cover them and wrapped an arm around the other two. Draco yawned.

"That was enlightening," Snape said.

"You have a flair for understatement. That was brilliant."

"Draco, you call caviar on blinis brilliant. That was..."

"Yeah."

"Amazing."

"Give him an hour and we'll do it again."

"Hmm." Severus looked contemplative as he watched Harry snuffle a bit in sleep. He leaned in to his ear to whisper softly. "Want you Harry. Need you Harry."

Not to be outdone, Draco leaned in as well. "Love you Harry." They finished together.

"L've you too. Now Sh't up. Sleep'ng"

Both Slytherins looked at each other and blinked. It was a minute before either responded.

"Well," said Severus, "that only took three months."

"Yes. Almost disappointing really. I expected a bit more of a challenge."

"F'k off, "Harry said before covering his head with a pillow.

"I said Almost." Draco looked at Harry's pillow fondly, then back up at Snape.

"I wonder how long it will take to convince him to move in with us?"

"Don't worry. I have a plan."

Underneath the pillow, Harry whimpered.

***

In closing, I would like to say that, though its practical application leaves something to be desired, Zingiber officinale has more than proven its worth in magical means of levity and the purposes of entertainment.

S. Snape, PM.