A Festive Occasion

Title: A Festive Occasion

Author: Chickalupe

Feedback: ooh, makes me feel all tingly… chickalupe@juno.com

Site: http://chickalupe.livejournal.com

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: HP/DM/SS (non-graphic HG/RW and AD/MM mentioned)

Rating: NC-17

Spoilers: Up to and including ‘OotP’. So very, very AU after Book 5. (And since J.K.R. publicly announced last year that Dumbledore is gay, even more AU. Hey, as long as we're making some characters have the gay sex, why not make others be straight? Whatever.)

Warnings: oneshot, slash, anal, threesome, hints of het-sex and MPreg

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling, goddess of all things HP, owns everything you see here. I just make the pretty boys do naughty things without her permission, but the boys secretly enjoy it.

Summary: At the party after the Final Battle, Severus and Draco are intent on having a celebration of their own with one Mister Potter.

A/N: I blame this all on a dream I had. This is the first time an entire story has appeared -fully formed including dialogue!- while I was dreaming. Is it a sign that you read too much fanfic when the characters even live in your subconscious at night? Probably.


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It was the night of the victory party. Rather, it was perhaps the third or fourth straight night of partying; maybe even the twelfth, but who was counting? Certainly not any Wizard or Witch there. After the ultimate battle- the defeat of Voldemort once and for all- the Wizarding world had begun an immediate, non-stop celebration. Finally, the constant state of fear of the last few years could come to an end! In its place there was a Bacchanalian orgy fueled by alcohol, lust, and the joy of still being alive.

The rooms and corridors of Hogwarts were packed with drunken revelers from all walks of Wizarding life: recently graduated students, shopkeepers from Diagon Alley, and Ministry officials. They drank, they laughed, they danced; and every so often, some went off in groups of twos and threes to find some privacy. Even Minister Bones had been spotted making merry, having replaced Fudge when his cowardice had been revealed beyond question in a scathing article in the Daily Prophet.

Rita Skeeter had broken the story, which had caused many members of the Order of the Phoenix to look askance at Mrs. Hermione Weasley (née Granger). The young woman’s blackmail of the odious reporter had become common knowledge in the Order, and had often been used to publish misinformation vital to their cause. Hermione had merely smiled cryptically at the speculation, and remained silent on the matter. Now, she and her husband Ron sat in a secluded corner of the Great Hall and spoke pleasantly with the Minister that she more than likely had helped put into office.

Draco caught the eye of the intelligent young woman as he passed, and gave her a polite nod. Hermione replied in kind, as did the hot-tempered man at her elbow; though Ron was somewhat reluctant. The youngest Malfoy’s loyalty had been proved on the frontlines of war beyond a shadow of a doubt, but some grudges died hard.

‘Speaking of past grudges…’ Draco thought as his eyes skimmed over the writhing, intoxicated throng to settle on his target: Harry Potter, Savior of the Wizarding world, the Boy-Who-Lived-Twice, and winner of Witch Weekly’s “Sexiest Wizard” contest three years running. The Golden Boy was currently sitting with several of his former professors: Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Remus Lupin and Rubeus Hagrid. This was almost the sum total of staff members left from Harry and Draco’s school days. Flitwick, Trelawney and Sprout had all been killed in battle, while Binns had finally faded away to his eternal rest. The only one missing was…

As if summoned by thoughts alone, a solid presence molded itself to Draco’s backside. Draco did not flinch, but rather leaned into the familiar warmth.

“Spying on our elusive quarry?” Severus murmured into the pulse point behind Draco’s ear.

Draco shivered slightly at soft lips speaking on his skin, but managed a reply with the ease of one long accustomed to Snape’s little games.

“Like you haven’t been hiding here for a quarter-hour for that very reason, Severus.” Draco rubbed his smooth cheek against that of the Potion Master behind him. “Anything interesting happen before I got here?”

Snape ghosted warm breath over the jawline of the man in his arms. “Quite boring, I’m afraid. Young Mister Potter has had exactly one glass of Firewhisky, whereupon he switched to Butterbeer. As always, he has accepted food or drink only from the house-elf Dobby. It would appear that old habits of alertness never really fade for ‘Our Hero’.” This last statement contained only a small trace of the sarcasm it would once have held.

“And things on your end, I trust they went well?” Severus queried as he stroked the back of Draco’s neck. In the shadows on all sides of them, bodies moved rhythmically to the throbbing beat of the music that came from everywhere and nowhere.

The blond blinked rapidly and tried to focus. “Yes, of course. Dobby was happy to speak with me; I was always nicer to him than my father was. He got very excited at the prospect of doing any favor for ‘Mister Harry Potter Sir’ that could make him less lonely.”

“And the potion? He knows never to add it to pumpkin juice?” Severus paused in his stroking, and Draco manfully restrained a whine.

“I was very clear, Sev.”

“Good.” Severus resumed his caresses. “We shall soon see the results of all our preparation.”

Months of planning were finally coming to fruition. What had started as an off-handed joke on Draco’s part had been taken seriously by Severus: Why not seduce Harry Potter? The poor boy obviously needed some stress relief from the endless battle plans and confrontations with the Dark Lord. The fact that he had grown up into a tasty bit of alright was icing on the cake.

Severus had been quite amenable to the idea of bringing Potter into their bed; but had suggested that they put off any attempts at corrupting the Gryffindor until they were all at less of a risk for sudden and painful death. Slytherin until the end, Snape also wanted to make sure that they didn’t find themselves getting attached to a person who had a possible expiration date of before the age of twenty-five.

Of course, that had been before Potter had performed one of his heroic, monumentally stupid, utterly courageous feats: taking several curses meant for Severus and Draco. In the heat of a duel, Harry had intercepted some rather nasty hexes from a Death Eater eager to punish the two traitors. He had accomplished this by the simple expedient of jumping out and using himself as a human shield. The barrage of curses had hit Harry full in the chest, but he still managed to disarm and stun McNair before collapsing to the ground, twitching. It was such a typically ‘Harry Potter’ thing to do.

In the many hours that Draco and Snape had spent sitting vigil by Harry's bedside in the Hospital wing, they had both begun to feel something more complicated than physical attraction or even gratitude for the famous man. By the time Harry had finally risen, three endless days later, they had decided on a course of action. The two Slytherins would make him theirs forever- just as soon as they had all defeated a certain Dark Lord.

Before that, however, they had to negotiate for the hand of Harry Potter like feuding families over the Bride Price in an alliance marriage. Practically every person who held Harry in some affection felt the need for some say in the matter of his sex life.

Dumbledore had known of their scheme immediately; Merlin only knew how. The wily old man did seem to have his ways. He had gotten the two of them alone, mysterious and twinkly-eyed as ever, and had given his tacit approval.

Of course, then there was “that bloody werewolf” to deal with, as Severus still referred to him in private. Lupin watched over Harry like… well, exactly like a wolf with its cub. The title of Honorary Godfather he had conferred upon himself with the death of Sirius Black was taken very seriously. Potter, too, seemed to need the connection he had with Lupin- friend, mentor and substitute family. Anything Draco and Severus might do to attract Harry, Lupin would know of immediately. It was just easier all around if they told the wolf first and preempted any nasty confrontations.

Surprisingly, Remus had not exploded when Snape told him of their plans. He had gotten very quiet and thoughtful for a few moments, before finally saying that the two Slytherins might be good for Harry, even if Harry didn’t know it yet.

As for the other members of the so called ‘Golden Trio’, Hermione’s influence was probably the only reason that Ron had not challenged the two “sneaky snake gits” to a duel for Harry's honor; wands at dawn. As Draco had summed it up when Weasley had finally given his unenthusiastic permission, the redhead was completely pussy-whipped.

“I’ve been meaning to ask, Sev,” Draco whispered to his dark-haired lover as they continued to watch Harry Potter joking with Hagrid, “Is this at all illegal?”

“Would it bother you if it were?” Snape’s deep voice was laced with amusement.

“Of course not; I just like to prepare myself for these things, you know. Prosecution puts me right off sex.”

“Nothing puts you off sex. Rain of Fire couldn’t stop you from getting your end away. No, as it happens, this potion is not technically illegal; it does not induce love, it only lowers inhibitions controlling existing desires.” Severus slid automatically into his lecture mode. “One would think a person with your grades would remember something from Fifth Year!”

“I just like to hear that sexy voice when you’re telling me something you think I should already know. It makes me flashback to my school days.” Draco turned to look his lover in the eyes for the first time all night. “Did I ever tell you how hot I thought you were back then? I love when you teach me things, Professor.” He managed to sound both innocent and sultry as he drawled Snape’s proper title.

Severus had trouble replying immediately, as his mind was suddenly filled with visions of Draco in a skimpier version of his old school uniform. “That… that is an idea definitely worth coming back to at a later time.”

Draco chuckled under his breath and turned in the Potion Master’s arms to once more keep watch over Harry Potter. His vigilance was almost immediately paid off as he saw that a small, oddly dressed figure had appeared by the cluster of chairs they were watching.

“Sev,” he hissed.

“I see,” Snape said calmly, his poise in place once more.

They observed Dobby giving Harry Potter a drink from the tray he carried, before then serving all the seated professors. As Dobby disappeared with a pop, Harry took a sip. Harry seemed to pause upon tasting it, frowning at the mug in his hands as he hesitated to swallow.

Draco had a brief second of panic as his thoughts ran wild. ‘Oh no, he knows! Hetastesithecantellhewon’tdrinkit’sover!’

Then Potter visibly swallowed and Draco could breathe again. Harry took another gulp and another, draining the drink in one pull. As Harry set down his empty mug on a handy sidetable, he suddenly looked up as if he felt the weight of their gaze. They saw as he first spotted them, watched his pupils dilate so drastically that it was visible even at some ten paces. Harry saw the two of them wrapped together, watching him so intently, and… he licked his lips. Slowly.

He Licked. His Lips.

“And that,” said Snape, “would be our cue.”

They separated in a move that looked choreographed, gliding smoothly side by side across the distance. Something in their manner caused total strangers to move out of their path. Harry watched this approach with eyes that were thin rings of emerald surrounding pools of black- something about him suggesting eagerness.

‘Our rabbit wants to be snared,’ Severus thought with no small satisfaction.

Finally, they stood over Harry. Their body language screamed ‘SEX’.

“Harry, you’ve been sitting long enough now.” Severus’ voice was a rumble in his chest.

“Dance with us, Harry.” Draco tilted his head in blatant invitation. Both men extended their hands down to him.

Harry seemed to be panting slightly. He gazed up at them, and once more his tongue darted out to moisten his lower lip. “Yeah, okay,” he said in a near whisper. He put a hand in each of theirs, and they pulled him, unprotesting, to his feet.

None had eyes for a mischievous-eyed Albus who was trying to distract Minerva from the goings-on, or the highly amused Remus who took up the reins of conversation with Hagrid.

The three Wizards moved like a single entity, the crowd easily making way for their Champion as they claimed a spot in the center of the floor. The music pounded its way under their very skin, beating in time with their blood. Harry found himself with live snake bookends, Snape at his chest, Malfoy at his back.

Sinuously they undulated together, gentle touches on Harry's pelvis directing his movements, warmth surrounding him.

Both Severus and Draco took full advantage of this opportunity to touch Harry as they had wanted to, insinuating fingers under his clothing to fondle at bare skin. Draco nuzzled at his hair while Severus suckled the collar bone visible above Harry's shirt.

Harry appeared quite content to be manhandled, letting his head fall back against Draco’s shoulder with a happy sigh. The hips of the three men never stopped grinding in a clothed simulation of public sex; the mass of other people no longer existing.

When Severus noticed that he had started unbuttoning Harry's top, he realized that a speedy exit would be prudent before Harry found himself getting shagged into the stone floor of the Great Hall. He looked over Potter’s shoulder and caught Draco’s eye, who gave him an understanding nod.

“Come with us, Harry. The fun’s just starting,” Draco hummed around Harry’s earlobe as he nipped at it. Harry gave a moan that might have been assent.

“Harry,” Severus gripped the chin of the man in front of him, forcing the muddled countenance to meet his black stare. “Do you want to sleep with us?”

“Yes,” Harry's answer was filled with certainty.

“Thank bloody Merlin,” muttered Draco with no small relief.

The trip down to the dungeons was a blur. How they got there so quickly, how many people they passed, none of it was important. Harry had no recollection of the entrance to Snape’s quarters, whether it was a door or portrait. All he knew was that they were in a bedroom and clothing was finally coming off, and that was a wonderful thing.

Pale, pale, so pale. Vast plains of white skin, like milk on two bodies, had been revealed just for Harry. He had the sudden urge to lap it all up. After all, weren’t lions just big cats at heart?

Severus and Draco were extremely pleased with their find as well. Golden Boy lived up to his name. They saw combat-toned muscles wrapped in tanned skin, shimmering like that most precious metal made flesh. Certain parts of them that had already been awake now took greater interest in the proceedings. Without preamble, they steered their conquest towards the gracious expanse of the bed.

“I won the coin toss, Sev,” Draco reminded his lover bluntly as they drew Harry down onto the sheets.

“Yes, very well; you needn’t gloat. I shall prepare him.” Severus made no attempt not to grumble.

Something actually seemed to penetrate Harry's lust-fog. “Coin toss? About me? What for?” He propped himself up on his elbows to peer at his soon-to-be lovers.

Draco leered like the ex-evil son of a bitch he was. “For who gets to pop your cherry, Potter! Obviously,” he drawled lingeringly, as if it truly were obvious for any halfwit to see.

Severus smoldered darkly. “I will be opening you up for him. After Draco has fucked that hot arse of yours, then I will get my turn at pounding you into the mattress. Then we rest. And then we start over again. Any more questions?”

Harry's mouth was suddenly filled with excess saliva, which he had to swallow or choke. “No… no, that sounds like a plan.” ‘A Good, Good Plan.’

“Excellent.”

With skilled maneuvering, Draco positioned himself against the mound of pillows at the headboard, while Harry found himself suddenly straddling the blond’s stomach like it was his old Firebolt. Severus was at Harry’s back, stroking possessively at the deep vale between taut, round cheeks.

“You look sexy,” Draco commented to Harry. “Like you belong just that way, between us.”

Harry felt something prodding at his nether hole before he heard a quiet ‘Lubricus’ from behind him. He gasped as something cold and sticky filled his innards without warning. “Aah!”

“Shush, Potter. Don’t be a baby,” came Severus’ amused voice. A finger started to insert itself, slowly but steadily.

“…” Harry's only response was a huff of air.

“Push into it,” Draco said helpfully. “There’s a good boy!” He gifted Harry with a kiss for his obedience.

“Guh,” said Harry, all that he was capable of right then.

“I cannot help but wonder,” Severus said in a distracted manner, “If Mister Potter’s language skills disappear during intercourse. That being the case, he might be rendered permanently mute by tonight’s exertions.”

“Conversation is highly overrated,” Draco replied.

Two fingers now, and they were doing some kind of acrobatic shimmy in Harry's special place.

“Oh! Pleasepleaseplease, whatever you just did, do it again!” Harry suddenly became articulate once more.

“There goes your theory, Sev.”

“Ah well, it was a working hypothesis. These things can always be revised with the acquisition of new data.”

Three, four busy digits squirm-squirm-squirming and thrusting in Harry's anus as he kept up a continuous wail; pressing himself down to get more inside him.

“I think he’s ready,” Draco observed.

“So he is,” Severus agreed. He removed his fingers, ignoring Harry's cry of protest, and used the remaining slickness to rub quickly over Draco’s length. He and Draco both grabbed the hips of the man between them and lifted him up, positioning Harry over the tip of the cock awaiting him.

Gravity did most of the work, but as soon as Harry realized he was about to be stuffed with something larger than fingers he began to help the process along, wanting that thickness for his own. His palms were pressed flat onto Draco’s pectorals as he maneuvered more of the hardness inside himself.

“Fast learner,” Draco gasped as Harry sank down on his dick.

“Surprisingly precocious,” Severus agreed distractedly, as he watched Harry's arse greedily swallow up Draco’s turgid rod. It was a lovely sight.

All the way in now, and Harry was full, fuller than he ever thought possible. He half-collapsed against the convenient body behind him. “Oh god, never knew…”

Severus rubbed Harry's stomach comfortingly. “Ready to move?”

“Mmhmm,” came the whimper.

Draco grasped at Harry's thighs as Severus supported his torso. They began moving in tandem, directing Harry's every movement in this new dance.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” Harry spat as Draco’s cock brushed his prostate again and again.

“My thoughts… exactly,” Draco panted as Harry's slippery warmth moved over his penis in a strangling grip.

Sooner than he would have liked, Harry felt his testicles starting to draw up and knew he was going to come soon… except he wasn’t because mean fingers were pinching the base of his cock!

“Ah-ah, Mister Potter,” Snape scolded. “That belongs to me.”

Harry tried not to complain when he was still being fucked so nicely, but it was hard- he was hard!

Draco tightened his hold on the pelvis in front of him and claimed Harry’s mouth again, hips starting to snap in irregular tempo as semen flooded Harry's rectum.

No sooner did Draco’s climax come to an end, than Harry found himself jerked off of the softening pole inside him and thrown flat on his back onto the bed. Severus loomed above him, expression fierce.

“My turn now,” he said evenly.

Harry's knees were unceremoniously pressed to his chest, his thighs parted, and Snape’s hard cock pressed into the stretched hole still dripping with Draco’s seed.

“Ack!” Harry yelped as his former professor quickly made good on his promise to pound him into the mattress. Severus gripped Harry's shoulders hard enough to bruise and buried himself over and over again inside that incandescent heat.

Snape’s face was dark and intense as he leaned down to kiss Harry deeply, his tongue thrusting as efficiently as his dick. Harry reached up to weave his fingers through black hair, kissing back just as desperately.

Draco had recovered enough to roll on his side, blond locks uncharacteristically disheveled. He propped his chin up in his hand and watched them with a smirk, enjoying the show. He snaked his free hand out into the scant space separating their bodies, wrapping clever fingers around Harry's neglected member.

Eyes that Harry hadn’t realized were closed flew open. His sudden cry of completion was muffled in Severus’ mouth. “Mrph!”

Come sprayed over their stomachs in white ribbons. Snape tore his mouth from Harry with a hoarse shout as the clenching of the muscles around his shaft brought him to fulfillment. More jism gushed into Harry's already drenched insides, leaking out of the ring of muscle that had been so thoroughly used.

They collapsed, sweaty limbs entangled. After a moment, Severus moved off to one side, he and Draco helping Harry to unfold himself and massage legs that were beginning to cramp.

Harry had one arm thrown over his eyes as he tried to get his breathing back to normal. He felt a brief tingle over his body as someone muttered a cleaning spell, and the slight ease of the throbbing in his arse as this was followed by a mild pain-relief charm.

“So…” Harry finally said, eyes still closed, “What exactly was in my drink?” He looked up to see the rare sight of two Slytherins speechless. He smirked at them in a passable impersonation of a fellow snake.

“You… knew?” Draco croaked.

“How?” Severus wanted to determine.

“Oh, come on! I’m not that thick. Lately Albus has been twinkling at me more horribly than ever, and Remus- Remus for Merlin’s sake!- actually tried to smile ‘mysteriously’ at me the other day.” Potter seemed to be just getting warmed up.

“Not to mention you two watching me in hospital! Did you think I didn’t know? And to top it all off, Hermione forced a very uncomfortable Ron to speak with me the last time we all had dinner; both of them talking about ‘not being alone’ and how they would accept me ‘no matter who you choose to spend your life with’. It was incredibly painful to hear; much less to sit through with a straight face,” Harry added this last part somewhat conspiratorially.

“Harry, if you knew the whole time, then why…” Severus trailed off.

“Why did I go through with it? Because I wanted you both. I have pulse, don’t I? Besides, I knew two cunning individuals such as yourselves would want to scheme and plot your way around everything, so I just let you get it out of your systems.” Harry grinned at them both, a genuinely pleased smile.

Draco suddenly burst out laughing. “I always knew that there was a Slytherin mind under that Gryffindor exterior.” Snape’s mouth twitched slightly, before he started chuckling as well. As one, the two men pounced on Harry, kissing him as he screeched helplessly with laughter.

They lay in a pile then, petting each other’s skin amid dying snorts of amusement. Various hands started wandering into naughty areas. Kisses lingered on longer.

“Mmm,” said Harry after a particularly deep tonsil exploration with Draco. Severus was lower, doing something obscene to his belly button. “You know, whatever potion that was, it was nice. Made me horny as hell, and tasted like cinnamon toast. Nice change from potions that are… less pleasant.”

Both of the people touching him suddenly froze.

Snape raised up, showing a face blanched of all color. “Cinnamon?” He whipped towards Draco. “I thought I told you…!”

“I did, Sev! I swear!” Draco looked equally as panicked.

“What? What did I say?” Harry looked puzzled.

Severus turned extremely serious eyes to Harry. “Are you sure, Harry? Are you absolutely certain that it had a flavor of cinnamon?”

“Erm… yes?” Harry wasn’t sure what the big deal was.

Sex was forgotten. In a flurry of movement, Harry found himself hustled out of bed and into his robes. Nominal covering was thrown on everyone, and the two men, each gripping an arm, dragged a flustered Harry out of their rooms and into the hallways.

“Where are we going? Guys? What…?”

Draco’s head whisked back and forth in a frenzy. “Have to… which…”

Severus pointed in a random direction. “That way.”

They rushed out of the dungeons towards the Great Hall once more, Harry’s questions ignored. They arrived to find the partygoers had dispersed for the first time in days. Professor McGonagall was just leaving as they entered; Headmaster Dumbledore sat speaking with Remus, Ron and Hermione in the now-empty room. Severus and Draco immediately pressed Harry into the nearest vacant seat, despite his protestations.

Dumbledore looked amused at their agitated appearance. “Gentlemen, what seems to be the trouble?”

“I don’t-” Harry started to say, but was interrupted.

“Albus, do you know where Dobby is?” Severus looked flushed for the first time in Harry's memory.

“In the kitchens, I would imagine.” Dumbledore raised an eyebrow.

“Harry, are you-?” Hermione started to ask, right as Remus said “Harry, what-?”

Draco seemed to have an epiphany. “Harry!” He looked down at the man they had been towing around as if he had forgotten his existence. “Dobby still comes whenever you call for him, right?”

“Yes…” Harry said slowly, trying to see where this was going.

“Call him now.” Severus’ tone brooked no discussion.

Harry rolled his eyes at the apparently crazy men he had chosen to sleep with, but still raised his voice. “DOBBY! I need you!”

*POP*

“Yes, Mister Harry Potter Sir! How may Dobby help you?” The little elf looked eager to be of assistance. He was dressed in mismatched socks, an old Weasley-made sweater of Harry's (identifiable by the large ‘H’ embroidered on it) and what appeared to be a tea-cozy on his head.

Harry greeted him pleasantly. “Hello there, Dobby. I think these two,” he motioned to Snape and Malfoy at his sides, “Wanted to speak to you.”

“Dobby,” Severus spoke carefully, “When Draco gave you that potion, what did you do with it?”

Dobby’s large, bat-like ears perked up with pride. “Oh, Dobby is doing a good job, sirs! Dobby puts the potion in Mister Harry Potter Sir’s drink! Then Dobby thinks, if potion makes Mister Harry Potter happy, why not puts it in all professor’s drinks? So Dobby puts the potion in, but it is smelling very strange, sirs! So Dobby thinks to cover up the smell with cinnamon, because Dobby is knowing how Mister Harry Potter likes cinnamon!”

“In… all the drinks?” Draco’s face was frozen.

“Yes, Mister Draco Sir! Dobby is putting the potion and the cinnamon in all the drinks on Dobby’s tray!” The house-elf seemed to realize at last that there might be a problem. “Did… did Dobby do bad, sirs?” Ears drooped, and huge eyes seemed on the verge of filling with tears.

“No, Dobby,” Severus said faintly. “You did fine. Thank you.”

Dobby immediately became lively again. “You is most welcome, Professor Snapey Sir!” He turned to look at Harry once more. “Can Dobby be helping Mister Harry Potter more?”

Harry, just as bemused as the rest of the bystanders to this little melodrama, only shook his head. “No. Thank you, Dobby. I’ll let you get back to work.”

With a beam and an enthusiastic wave to the rest of the room’s occupants, the elf had disappeared once more.

Meanwhile, Harry found himself with his two new lovers seated beside him. Snape had covered his face with his hands, and Draco was staring off into the middle distance.

“Hey, are you guys alright? Do either of you want to tell me the apparent significance of cinnamon?”

“Antinhaberes(1),” Snape spoke through his muffled hands.

The only reaction to this was a sudden gasp from Hermione. The rest of them exchanged mystified glances.

“What?” Harry persisted.

Severus finally uncovered his face, and looked at Harry with eyes that still showed obvious shock. “You wanted to know the name of the potion. It was Antinhaberes Draught.”

Hermione jumped in with an explanation. “It’s an inhibition lowering potion, Harry. It’s made mostly from distilled quince and daisies, and is more or less harmless. However, when cinnamon is added, it becomes…”

“…The world’s strongest fertility potion.” Draco suddenly finished for her.

Harry gave a snicker of relief. “Good thing I’m not a girl, then! I feel bad for poor McGonagall, though. Hopefully she didn’t do anything she’ll regret later!”

No one else laughed. Dumbledore looked utterly surprised; another thing that hadn’t happened in recent memory. The rest of the group stared at Harry as if he were being particularly dense, and darted looks at each other to see who would break the news.

Amazingly, it was Ron who spoke up. “Harry, don’t you remember Sixth Year? That Sex Education lecture we all sat through?” Here he glanced at Snape, and blushed furiously, as it was the Potions professor who had given that particular talk.

Harry gave Severus a look of apology. “Sorry, no. I think I dozed in that one. I mean, I had one of those in Muggle primary school; and it’s basically identical, right? All the same parts, magic or no magic.”

“Harry,” said Remus in a dismayed whisper. “Wizards can get pregnant, too! Their magic can sustain a child just like a Witch.”

“Muh?” Harry heard the words, but could not seem to comprehend them.

Draco took Harry's hand gently, while Severus laid a concerned palm on Harry's knee.

“Harry,” Draco started softly, before looking at Snape.

“There’s a rather large chance you are with child,” Severus said bluntly. “A child or children, fathered by one or both of us.”

“Humma-wha?” The language center of Harry's brain had shut down again. The part of his mind not stunned beyond belief noted Snape and Malfoy both gingerly reaching out to place proprietary hands on his stomach; as if they could already feel this possible child, conceived less than an hour ago.

Distantly, past the roaring in his ears, Harry could hear Ron mildly threatening that the Slytherins had better ‘make an honest Wizard’ out of his best mate, and Hermione and Remus were offering their congratulations. Harry might have stayed surrounded by the white noise for some time longer, had it not been for the sudden exclamation from Dumbledore.

“Oh my, oh my!” The Headmaster did not seem to notice that there was anything happening around him as he talked to himself. “All of the drinks. Indeed! Well, that is to say… I suppose you’re never too old!” Here he shook his white-haired head, and slowly levered himself to his feet, still mumbling to himself. “Parents again, at our age? I don’t know how I’ll tell her.”

“Albus?” Remus called after him, but was ignored, or not heard at all.

Dumbledore continued heading for the doors of the Great Hall. The last thing they heard from the old Wizard was his voice fading as he walked out of sight.

“Oh, Minerva my dear? I may have some news for you…”

Harry's fugue state was completely banished as he was suddenly supplied with a mental picture of what must have taken place. “Oh, ew! McGonagall and Dumbledore?! EW!” He shook his head as if to purge the images.

Everyone shared a collective shudder.

“Harry?” Draco asked, after a brief hesitation. His silver eyes were filled with a painful combination of hope, worry, and fear.

Severus remained silent, but one look from him spoke volumes. With footnotes and appendices.

Harry looked back and forth between these snakes who had just managed to change his life all over again, and had to laugh to himself.

‘This is the part where I should complain, freak out. I’m supposed go on about ‘Why does it always have to be me?’ or even ‘Will I ever have a normal life?’… But you know what? I really think this might work.’

Harry gave both of his lovers a reassuring smile and reached down to delicately place his hands atop of theirs, where they rested on his stomach.

“All in all, it was a rather good party,” Harry said decisively.

~Finite~


(1)From the Greek ‘anti’ meaning ‘against’, and the Latin ‘in habere’ meaning ‘to hold on; or inhibit’. All definitions taken from Webster’s New World Dictionary ©2003.