Wizard Fire

Title: Wizard Fire
Author: Irana Potter-Snape
Email: Irana@livejournal.com
Pairing: Harry/Severus/Draco
Rating: NC17
Feedback: Yes please. At Irana@livejoutnal.com
Disclaimer: Only things that belong to me are the plot and the smut. The rest is all JKR’s. World, characters, etc.
Summary: Gryffindor and Slytherin. What could they possible have in common?
Author’s Note: This evolved from a drabble I wrote. It started out with no real plot and took on a life of it’s own. I'm not cure if I will go anywhere else with this, because it's been a log time since I wrote it, and I'm not sure I can get back into the feel of it.

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It was the continuation of an old argument. One they had on a regular basis. If I didn’t know better, I would swear it never ended. But it wasn’t an argument. It was foreplay.

"Not all Slytherins are evil." Snape almost always said this.

"And not all Gryffindors are pure, either," Harry would inevitably return.

“And what, exactly, would you know of impurity, Mr. Potter? You, the Golden Boy of Gryffindor, the savior of the Wizarding World. What could you know but purity?”

“Come off it, Snape. That’s like me asking what you could know of good or light. As if you haven’t been on our side for the last eighteen years. Slytherin & Gryffindor may have inherent differences, but they have many similarities as well.”

Snape would sneer. “Similarities, indeed. Tell me, you insolent brat, what similarities might these be?”

And Harry would cross the room, grab Snape by the back of the neck, and kiss him hard. The kiss would go on for a few seconds before Snape relaxed into it enough to take control. They would break apart, breath coming in short, sharp pants and Harry would say “This. This is one of those similarities.” Then he would dive back into Snape’s mouth, tasting the scotch and chocolate or whatever had been served for dessert that night and completely forget there was anyone else in the room. Until I stood up and joined them. Then the game could begin.

At least, that was usually how it went, me on my knees between the two hottest fucks in the Wizarding world. At least, I thought so, and I wasn’t about to share in an effort to prove myself right. These two belonged to me, just as I belonged to them. There would be no outside sharing.

This time, however, Snape changed the argument somewhat. Instead of giving in to the silent declaration of Harry's kiss, Snape had said, “Indeed. And what of other things? Things that limit one’s control? Does Gryffindor share that desire as well?”

It was the first time he had broached this subject in the eight months we three had been together, since Harry caught me kissing Snape over Christmas hols. School was over now; we were graduates in the role of apprentice: me to Snape for Potions, him to Dumbledore for some new class they would be teaching next year. Not even Snape knew what it was. Somehow during that time, though something tells me it was before even that, Potter became Harry. Snape became Severus. At least, Potter became Harry in my thoughts. I don’t believe I’ve ever actually called him that.

In any case, this was new. I knew immediately where he was going with this, and was pleased to discover another kink we shared. My only concern was Harry. Would he know what Snape was really asking? Would he go along with this? I mean, sure, he’d killed Voldemort and all, but would he be willing to put himself in someone else’s hands like this? Then I heard something unexpected, something which, although I would never admit this out loud, actually hurt me. It even made me a little jealous.

“Severus.” Wow, that’s the first time I’ve heard Harry address him that way before we got in bed. “I’ve been in love with you for over two years. You have saved my life more times than I can count. Why would I not trust you to do this?”

I was stunned. He had actually understood what Snape was asking. Although, if he really had been in love with the man as long as he claimed he had, he should definitely have no problem understanding him. That twinge of jealousy hit me again, but I couldn’t tell which I was jealous of. Not Snape surely. No, it had to be the Man Who Killed Voldemort. For knowing exactly how he felt about Snape while I was still unsure. That had to be it. It had nothing to do with the fact that he’d never, and would never, profess such feeling for me.

Whatever the case was, I was not going to be left out of this. No way in hell. Just because I kissed Snape first didn’t mean I wanted Harry less, and I wanted in on this, damn it. Obviously, someone else felt the same way, because Harry turned to me and held out his hand in invitation. Snape merely raised an eyebrow. (He’s so fucking hot when he does that.) Faking a nonchalance I didn’t feel, I sauntered over. Malfoys never rush anywhere - so my dead father would say as he rushed to old Voldie’s side. Oh, well. I’ve more important things to focus on right now. Like the three way kiss we were all trying to share.

Snape muttered a spell under his breath and, just like that, we were nude. Not a stitch of clothing on any of us, all our clothes neatly folded in a pile, boots and socks at the side. I’m telling you, the man has style. More than my father ever had. He walked over to the door next to his lab. I had always assumed that to be his storeroom. but I was wrong. He beckoned us over, and I heard Harry gasp. Can’t say I blame him, really. The room had all sorts of stuff in it: manacles, a toy rack, what looked like a harness, and a ton of other stuff I didn’t even know the names of. I’d played with paddles and vibrators before, of course, but he had a wicked looking whip coiled and hung on a hook in the wall. Who would have thought Snape had his own private dungeon?

Snape moved over to a table that looked like it held nothing but a pile of leather. He rifled through it and came back with garments in tow. He had a shiny black corset for Harry, which he laced him into while I watched. Then he turned to me. I got an entire outfit, if you can call it that. It was a weird, crotch-less one piece thing with the center cut out and tight sleeves. It looked way too small to fit me, but it stretched, and smelled a little odd. My money says this is that Muggle rubber stuff. Whatever it was, I looked hot in it, and Harry’s definitely enjoying what he’s seeing if that half hard cock is telling the truth. It occurred to me that it could just be the situation, not so much me. And what the fuck do I care if Harry is hot for me anyway. I’m here for Snape more than anything, right? Although, he didn’t ask me about tying me up. But then again, I am a Slytherin, and he’s caught me in situations before where he would know I was okay with this.

I hear a sharp ‘Boy!’ and realize that both Snape and Harry are looking at me. Apparently, I’ve missed an order. I drop to my knees and crawl to Severus, hoping that my arse wagging in the air will mollify him some. Apparently, it does, as all he does is turn me to face Harry. So here I am, sitting on my knees, staring at Potter’s cock like I’ve never seen it before, and wanting to swallow it so badly I can feel the head of it in the back of my throat. What the hell is wrong with me?

Just then I realize that Harry’s looking down at me, waiting for Severus’ next command the same way I am. But he’s got this look in his eyes, one I’m not at all familiar with. I can see the lust, and how turned on by this he is, but there’s something else there. Something I don’t recognize at all, and I briefly wonder what he sees when he looks at me.

The thought is driven from my mind as I hear Severus’ rich voice issuing the next command.

“Suck him, Drake. Start with his balls.”

I’m in heaven, because that cock in front of me, the one I’m craving, Harry’s cock, will soon be in my mouth. I lean forward, planting my hands on Harry’s hips, both for a bit of leverage and to hold him steady. I’ve seen the way he squirms when Severus does this to him, and I’m determined to get the same reaction. I hear Severus take a few steps back, and the thought that he is watching me do this, that he had a perfect view of my arsehole (not to mention easy access, should he wish it) is a bigger turn-on than I could have imagined.

I bend my head and just smell him, take in the scent of Harry’s arousal, the musk and sweat seducing me into licking at his balls under their light coating of hair. His breath hitches, and I hear a moan, one I recognize as belonging to Severus. I realize I want to make this good for both of them. I lick slowly around both balls before taking one into my mouth, rolling it on my tongue before gently sucking.

The taste of Harry’s skin here is incredible. I’ve done this for him before, so I don’t understand why suddenly he tastes so much better than I remembered, salty and sweet and thoroughly intoxicating. I know I’m groaning low in my throat, I know the vibration is transmitting itself to Harry as my hand is holding that perfect prick and I feel it getting harder in my hand. I can’t wait. I have to have it now.

I raise my head and lick from balls to tip, a long slow stripe to the head of his cock, dipping my tongue into the little slit, anxious for any liquid I find there. I stroke him once, down and then up, and return my mouth to suck at the drop of moisture taunting me at the tip, savouring Harry’s unique flavour in my mouth.

I slide my lips over the head, feeling my own cock harden as I imagine Severus behind us, watching me suck Harry, touching himself as he watches. I spread my legs wider so he will have a better view of my arse, my entrance twitching, as is my cock underneath me.

Harry is enjoying this, I can tell by the way his hips are pushing forward, straining to shove more of his cock in my mouth. I let him, opening wide and relaxing my throat, loving the feeling of him pushing inside me, the tip of his cock hitting the back of my mouth before sliding into my throat. I swallow, and feel my throat muscles clenching around him, massaging him. Severus encourages him.

“Fuck him Harry. Fuck that hot little mouth, that pretty face. I want to see you do it.”

Merlin help me, but he does. He grabs my head and holds it still and thrusts inside my mouth, hard.

“Fuck, Draco,” he whispers, and I revel in the sound of my name from those lips. “Fuck, you’re good…so good…ah, shit…that’s it, baby. Suck me, harder, yeah like that.”

His babble is exciting, and I reach for my cock only to feel a swat on my arse. A paddle. I’m not allowed to touch, apparently.

“Do not make me harness you Draco. No touching. Just suck him. I will paddle that delectable arse of yours if I have to, make no mistake about that.” Severus’ voice is soft and dangerous, and, fuck, but I could come from his voice alone. I could come from the excitement of this, Harry in my mouth, Severus watching me, but I won’t.

I move my hand, not because I don’t want to be paddled, but because the paddling would distract me from the beauty that is Harry’s cock sliding down my throat. And I don’t want to be distracted. I want him to fill my mouth with his come, and I want him to do it now.

My hands slide from his hips to the cleft of his ass, and I pull the cheeks apart as I suck, sliding a finger down to rub across his sweet, sweet pucker. His breath hisses and breaks, and he cries out, so I do it again, and again. I swallow, and as I do, I slide the tip of a finger inside him. It’s enough to make him stiffen and flood my mouth with creamy cum, cock pulsing and jerking in first my throat, then my mouth, as I slide up 'til just the tip of him is in my mouth. I suck on it like I would a piece of ice, slurping up every bit of cum he has to offer. I’m pleased I did this to him, more than I should be, but I don’t stop to wonder why.


We both sigh in pleasure as I pull off him, me licking my lips. Harry tries/tried to force open his eyes. I look back at Severus to find him stroking his cock. Gods, do I want that inside me. Right fucking now. Severus obviously agrees.

“Get up.” He points to a table, just the right height for Harry to bend over, just the right length for both of us to have him. And it seems that’s exactly what he has in mind.

“Lay across the table Harry. Draco, prepare him.” Sev’s voice is curt, short and full of lust. It makes me shiver, and makes my prick impossibly harder. I’m close now, I’m leaking and I want to fuck or be fucked. I no longer care which at this point.

Severus hands me a pot of lubricant. I’ve no idea where he had it, nor do I care. All I know is that I’m about to slide my fingers into Harry’s sweet arse. I coat my fingers, and slowly, very slowly, I push my middle finger inside that tight hole. Merlin! The heat. The feel of him is incredible. I push in and out, getting him used to the invasion, then I pull the finger out long enough to add a second, scissoring my fingers to stretch him. Watching my fingers slide in and out of his body is mind blowing, and I have to grab at my balls to keep from coming.

Harry is moaning, alternately calling out for me, or for Severus. He’s pushing back on my hand, fucking himself on my fingers. I can hear the desperation in his voice. I add another finger as Severus moves behind me. I hear his voice whisper and realize he has his wand as I watch silvery ropes attach themselves to Harry’s wrists, binding him to the legs of the table. The table drops a few inches with the next incantation, and now Harry’s ass is canted up in the air at an angle, and closer to my cock. I think I know what comes next, but I dare not get my hopes up.

Then I feel Severus’ cock nudging up against my arse and realize that, yes, I do know what comes next. He’s going to fuck me as I fuck Harry. The idea is proven as I feel slick fingers slide into my arse, as I hear Severus’ breath hitch. Harry is begging now, pleading for someone to fuck him. I can’t wait. I’m begging as well, begging to be allowed to fuck, to be fucked.

Severus’ voice is smooth as he explains to Harry what will happen next. I shudder as I feel those long fingers wrapping around my cock, guiding me to Harry’s arse. I’m poised there, teasing, barely pressing against him, until Severus begins to ease his cock into my arse, forcing me slowly into Harry’s. He’s fucking the both of us, and, fuck, it feels good to slowly sink into Harry, a pleasure I’ve only had once before. It’s incredible, the feeling of both fucking and being fucked, having my prick encased in a hot, tight sheath while I am ripped in two by a hot, hard prick.

I lose all sense of time, and place, and self, and the next thing I know, I’m feeling Harry clench around me, and Severus stiffen on top of me, and I’m coming as well, cock jerking inside of Harry much as Severus’ is jerking inside of me. I fall unto Harry, and I feel Severus slowly withdraw, hear his muffled voice, see the ropes holding Harry in place dissolve.

As I carefully pull out of Harry, he and I slip to the floor, and twine around each other. Severus casts a Mobilicorpus and floats us to the bed, where he climbs in front of Harry. They share a kiss, and I feel my heart contracting…it’s a beautiful sight. Harry breaks the kiss and turns to face me, green eyes searching, still holding that look I don’t recognize. Then we’re kissing, and it’s so much better than any other time we’ve ever kissed.

That’s when I realize.

Merlin’s bloody balls, I’m in love with Harry Potter.