Fic: Where the Heart Is
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alisanneTitle: Where the Heart Is
Author:![[insanejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/ij-userinfo.gif)
alisanne
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary:
Word Count: ~2000
Genre: Romance, Erotica
Warnings: See genres. ;)
A/N: Written to celebrate Harry James Potter's birthday TODAY! It can be read alone but it will make more sense if read as a sequel to For His Own Good and Double Delivery
Beta:sevfan
Disclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Where the Heart Is
~
Harry inspected the room, bare but for his trunk and books. He’d spent the happiest months of his life between these walls, he realized, and packing to leave was, well, painful.
The summer school they had offered for the first time this year at Hogwarts had been a clear success, but now it was over, and all the staff were dispersing to their homes for a month of well-earned holiday before the autumn classes started.
Harry had been expecting some discussion of what his partners’ plans were, they had all been lovers for a while, after all, but when none had been forthcoming he’d assumed that they had separate plans, and had decided to make things easy. Just because the days (and nights!) he’d spent in these quarters with Severus and Draco had been the closest thing he could imagine to Heaven didn’t mean they felt the same way, after all.
He bit his lips. And it appeared they had even forgotten his birthday since neither one had mentioned it...
Harry ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. Severus doubtless had somewhere to go, and he knew Draco did since he’d been instrumental in restoring Malfoy Manor to him a little over a month ago. Perhaps it was time to move on.
“All packed?” Draco asked, walking in behind Harry.
Harry nodded. “Yes.” Waving his wand he shrunk his belongings and Summoned them, slipping them into his pockets. “What time are you leaving?”
Draco smiled. “The same time you are,” he said.
“What?”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Okay, Severus, you were right,” he called out.
Harry blinked. Right about what?
Severus swept into the room, his arms full of books. “I thought that would be the case,” he said, eyes boring into Harry’s. He shrunk the books and slipped them into his pockets.
“What?” Harry repeated, confused.
“You assumed that we are abandoning you for the summer, didn’t you?”
Harry looked away. “It’s all right,” he said. “I understand. Everyone needs time apart--”
With a muttered curse, Severus grabbed Harry’s arm and hauled him against his body. “I do not need ‘time apart’ as you put it,” he growled, the possessive note in his voice making Harry weak. “And I am quite sure that I speak for Draco on this as well.”
“Oh, but we never discussed--” Harry’s words dissolved on a moan as Draco moulded himself to his back. He was bracketed between his lovers and he felt, well, loved.
“We didn’t think we’d have to discuss this,” Draco breathed, nipping the lobe of Harry’s ear as he spoke. “We thought you’d know that we would want to be with you.”
Harry closed his eyes, relieved. “I didn’t want to assume,” he said.
Severus, his lips hovering over Harry’s, smiled. “It is what we did,” he whispered. “We assumed that you would want what we have planned for you.”
“Planned?” Harry shivered. Severus and Draco were nothing if not inventive. If they had planned something he could be sure it would be spectacular. His body throbbed in anticipation.
“It’s almost time,” Draco said.
Severus nodded. “Fortunately, we are all touching, thus obviating the need to--”
The rest of his words were whipped away as the sickening navel-pull of a Portkey overwhelmed Harry. He clung to Severus, appreciative of Draco’s body behind him, and when they landed moments later, it took a few seconds for him to regain his equilibrium.
Once he was steady on his feet, Harry twisted to look around, and Draco stepped back to allow him to see where they were.
Before them was a cheerful little cottage, roses growing around the door. Harry’s eyes narrowed. “This looks familiar,” he said.
Draco clasped his hand. “It should,” he said. “It belonged to your parents, and now that we’ve restored it, it belongs to you. Happy birthday, Harry.”
“You...what?” Harry’s jaw dropped. “You restored their house in Godric’s Hollow?”
“Indeed,” Severus said, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Draco and I managed to accomplish most of the repairs ourselves, and we added a few improvements. Would you care to see?”
Harry nodded, speechless, and as he was led inside, he gaped as he toured a well-furnished parlour, a large library, a potions lab, a dining room that could seat twenty, a kitchen, and several bedrooms, although he was pleased to note that the largest bedroom was spacious even by Malfoy standards, and an enormous bed that could easily sleep all three of them. “This is amazing,” he finally said. “Much bigger that anyone would reasonably expect.”
“Wizard’s space,” Draco said.
“Wow,” Harry said, overcome at the gesture. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before. This is the best birthday gift ever.”
“Well, of course it is,” Draco sniffed, settling on one of the couches in a comfortable sprawl. “And as I--we plan to live here, too, I had to be sure it met some basic standards.”
“Live here, too?” Harry said softly, heart beating fast. “But I thought--”
“That we had other places to go?” Severus said. He shook his head. “Harry, you’ve seen Spinner’s End. Would you choose to live there ever again?”
Harry smiled. “Probably not,” he said, chuckling.
“And the Manor is lovely,” Draco said, “but far too big for one, and the memories--” He shuddered.
“So we’re all to live here?” Harry repeated, wanting to be clear. “All together? At the same time?”
“That is generally what living together means,” Severus said, rolling his eyes. “Must we repeat it?”
“Yes, do pay attention, Harry,” Draco added. “Well, only if it’s okay with you, of course.”
Harry knew Draco just well enough to hear the tiny hint of insecurity in his tone, and he smiled, slipping off his robes and walking over to stand in front of Draco. “If you two weren’t here it wouldn’t feel like home,” he said softly, and before Draco could react Harry straddled his lap and leaned in to snog him.
“I thought you would see the advantages,” Severus purred, settling on the couch next to them.
Gasping from the intensity of the kiss, Harry pulled away from Draco and fixed his eyes on Severus. “So, time to christen the place, don’t you think?”
Severus didn’t answer verbally, he simply pulled Harry across to him, capturing his mouth in a kiss, as Draco took advantage of Harry’s body being draped over his to efficiently strip him.
Harry gasped into Severus’ mouth as Draco ran a hand over his arse, cupping it and squeezing it before whispering a Lubricating Spell and beginning to stretch Harry.
Severus drew back, peering closely into Harry’s face. “You want us both?” he whispered. “Shall we both fuck you?”
Harry moaned. “Want to suck you,” he said, eyes fluttering as Draco’s slicked fingers moved inside him. “And I want Draco to fuck me.”
“It shall be as the birthday boy wishes,” Severus murmured, and with only a few whispered words, he and Draco were naked, their skin sliding against Harry’s with a heady rhythm.
Harry sucked his way down Severus’ body until his mouth was hovering over Severus’ cock, his arse up the air. As he took his first taste, sliding his tongue around the crown of Severus’ prick, he felt Draco’s fingers continuing to stretch and prepare him, and he rocked back, urging Draco deeper.
“You should see how you look,” Severus purred, his fingers laced through Harry’s hair as Harry licked and sucked eagerly. “Draco practically has his hand inside you.”
Harry’s prick twitched at that, and Draco hissed. “Oh, I think he likes that idea.”
“Oh?” Severus murmured, and the tone of his voice made Harry cast his eyes up to catch Severus’ in an intense gaze. Yes! he thought wordlessly, and Severus’ eyes widened for a moment. “Perhaps some other time,” he said silkily, his thumb caressing Harry’s cheek as he sucked.
“Mm,” Draco groaned. “He’s so tight.”
“Do it now,” Severus instructed. “I think he wants to come with you inside him.”
Harry’s moan of agreement spurred Draco on, and, needing no further instruction, Draco pushed, his thick cock beginning to split Harry open. Harry was driven downwards until Severus’ prick was buried in his throat.
When Draco grasped Harry’s hips and began to move, Harry simply closed his eyes and held on. The sensation of both of his lovers sliding into him, caressing him, loving him, was overwhelming, and Harry gave himself over to it, letting them move him as they would, wallowing in the sensations crashing through him.
After a few false starts, Draco and Severus slipped into a synchronized rhythm and all Harry had to do was suck and lick and let himself be pleasured. All too soon it became too much, and with a scream around Severus’ cock that was thrusting steadily down his throat, Harry came.
Harry’s muscles rippling around Draco made him lose his rhythm and he thrust once, twice and came with a cry, arching his back hard and pumping his essence into Harry.
The vibration of Harry’s scream around Severus’ cock drew his orgasm from him, and he, too, came with a choked gasp, clutching the back of Harry’s head as he convulsed down Harry’s rippling throat.
The three of them collapsed onto the couch, breathing hard, and as Harry rolled onto his side, Severus’ prick slipped from his mouth. A moment later Draco slid out of Harry.
“Happy birthday to me,” Harry gasped.
Severus patted Harry’s head. “Indeed. I actually feel as if it is my birthday, too.”
Draco laughed. “You two do realize it’s not over yet, don’t you? It looks like we have several more rooms to christen.”
Severus smirked. “It is fortunate that I brewed extra Stamina Potion, then, is it not?”
Harry began to laugh. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be the most brilliant birthday ever.
~
A soft smile curved Harry’s lips as he looked down at his sleeping lovers. Extricating himself from the tangle of limbs without waking anyone had taken slow care, but he’d managed it, and with a sigh, he walked over to the window. Settling on the ledge, he gazed out over the moonlight-drenched garden.
He hadn’t been surprised when he’s found himself awake at midnight on his birthday. It was a practically a tradition for him to count down the minutes to the end of the day. A day that had exceeded his expectations in so many ways.
The sex had been amazing, as always, but when his friends had shown up, armed with food cooked by Molly Weasley, Harry had not had words to show just how that had made him feel.
But probably the best gift of all was when Arthur Weasley, the closest thing he had to a father, had taken him aside to congratulate him on his union with Severus and Draco...
Harry grinned at the memory. The acceptance and love of family was all he’d ever wanted, and to know that they approved of his choice had gone a long way to making him relax.
Everyone had left at about nine, and he and Draco and Severus had proceeded to ‘christen’ the rest of the house, finally ending up in the bedroom.
“I thought we managed to exhaust you,” a soft voice said from behind him.
Harry smiled, leaning back into encircling arms. “I guess I’m just young and spry,” he murmured. “You’d best keep trying.”
Severus nipped at his neck in retaliation. “I shall show you spry, brat,” he promised. “Come to bed.”
“Yes,” Draco said, yawning and stretching, his body glowing in the moonlight as they turned to look over at him. “Come back to bed. I’m cold and it’s your job to keep me warm.”
Harry sniggered and allowed Severus to lead him back.
Outside, the moon blessed the land and the union of the trio in whose home all was well.
~
Author:
alisanneRating: NC-17
Pairing: Severus Snape/Harry Potter/Draco Malfoy
Summary:
Word Count: ~2000
Genre: Romance, Erotica
Warnings: See genres. ;)
A/N: Written to celebrate Harry James Potter's birthday TODAY! It can be read alone but it will make more sense if read as a sequel to For His Own Good and Double Delivery
Beta:
sevfanDisclaimer: The characters contained herein are not mine. No money is being made from this fiction, which is presented for entertainment purposes only.
~
Where the Heart Is
~
Harry inspected the room, bare but for his trunk and books. He’d spent the happiest months of his life between these walls, he realized, and packing to leave was, well, painful.
The summer school they had offered for the first time this year at Hogwarts had been a clear success, but now it was over, and all the staff were dispersing to their homes for a month of well-earned holiday before the autumn classes started.
Harry had been expecting some discussion of what his partners’ plans were, they had all been lovers for a while, after all, but when none had been forthcoming he’d assumed that they had separate plans, and had decided to make things easy. Just because the days (and nights!) he’d spent in these quarters with Severus and Draco had been the closest thing he could imagine to Heaven didn’t mean they felt the same way, after all.
He bit his lips. And it appeared they had even forgotten his birthday since neither one had mentioned it...
Harry ran a hand through his hair and blew out a breath. Severus doubtless had somewhere to go, and he knew Draco did since he’d been instrumental in restoring Malfoy Manor to him a little over a month ago. Perhaps it was time to move on.
“All packed?” Draco asked, walking in behind Harry.
Harry nodded. “Yes.” Waving his wand he shrunk his belongings and Summoned them, slipping them into his pockets. “What time are you leaving?”
Draco smiled. “The same time you are,” he said.
“What?”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Okay, Severus, you were right,” he called out.
Harry blinked. Right about what?
Severus swept into the room, his arms full of books. “I thought that would be the case,” he said, eyes boring into Harry’s. He shrunk the books and slipped them into his pockets.
“What?” Harry repeated, confused.
“You assumed that we are abandoning you for the summer, didn’t you?”
Harry looked away. “It’s all right,” he said. “I understand. Everyone needs time apart--”
With a muttered curse, Severus grabbed Harry’s arm and hauled him against his body. “I do not need ‘time apart’ as you put it,” he growled, the possessive note in his voice making Harry weak. “And I am quite sure that I speak for Draco on this as well.”
“Oh, but we never discussed--” Harry’s words dissolved on a moan as Draco moulded himself to his back. He was bracketed between his lovers and he felt, well, loved.
“We didn’t think we’d have to discuss this,” Draco breathed, nipping the lobe of Harry’s ear as he spoke. “We thought you’d know that we would want to be with you.”
Harry closed his eyes, relieved. “I didn’t want to assume,” he said.
Severus, his lips hovering over Harry’s, smiled. “It is what we did,” he whispered. “We assumed that you would want what we have planned for you.”
“Planned?” Harry shivered. Severus and Draco were nothing if not inventive. If they had planned something he could be sure it would be spectacular. His body throbbed in anticipation.
“It’s almost time,” Draco said.
Severus nodded. “Fortunately, we are all touching, thus obviating the need to--”
The rest of his words were whipped away as the sickening navel-pull of a Portkey overwhelmed Harry. He clung to Severus, appreciative of Draco’s body behind him, and when they landed moments later, it took a few seconds for him to regain his equilibrium.
Once he was steady on his feet, Harry twisted to look around, and Draco stepped back to allow him to see where they were.
Before them was a cheerful little cottage, roses growing around the door. Harry’s eyes narrowed. “This looks familiar,” he said.
Draco clasped his hand. “It should,” he said. “It belonged to your parents, and now that we’ve restored it, it belongs to you. Happy birthday, Harry.”
“You...what?” Harry’s jaw dropped. “You restored their house in Godric’s Hollow?”
“Indeed,” Severus said, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder. “Draco and I managed to accomplish most of the repairs ourselves, and we added a few improvements. Would you care to see?”
Harry nodded, speechless, and as he was led inside, he gaped as he toured a well-furnished parlour, a large library, a potions lab, a dining room that could seat twenty, a kitchen, and several bedrooms, although he was pleased to note that the largest bedroom was spacious even by Malfoy standards, and an enormous bed that could easily sleep all three of them. “This is amazing,” he finally said. “Much bigger that anyone would reasonably expect.”
“Wizard’s space,” Draco said.
“Wow,” Harry said, overcome at the gesture. “No one’s ever done anything like this for me before. This is the best birthday gift ever.”
“Well, of course it is,” Draco sniffed, settling on one of the couches in a comfortable sprawl. “And as I--we plan to live here, too, I had to be sure it met some basic standards.”
“Live here, too?” Harry said softly, heart beating fast. “But I thought--”
“That we had other places to go?” Severus said. He shook his head. “Harry, you’ve seen Spinner’s End. Would you choose to live there ever again?”
Harry smiled. “Probably not,” he said, chuckling.
“And the Manor is lovely,” Draco said, “but far too big for one, and the memories--” He shuddered.
“So we’re all to live here?” Harry repeated, wanting to be clear. “All together? At the same time?”
“That is generally what living together means,” Severus said, rolling his eyes. “Must we repeat it?”
“Yes, do pay attention, Harry,” Draco added. “Well, only if it’s okay with you, of course.”
Harry knew Draco just well enough to hear the tiny hint of insecurity in his tone, and he smiled, slipping off his robes and walking over to stand in front of Draco. “If you two weren’t here it wouldn’t feel like home,” he said softly, and before Draco could react Harry straddled his lap and leaned in to snog him.
“I thought you would see the advantages,” Severus purred, settling on the couch next to them.
Gasping from the intensity of the kiss, Harry pulled away from Draco and fixed his eyes on Severus. “So, time to christen the place, don’t you think?”
Severus didn’t answer verbally, he simply pulled Harry across to him, capturing his mouth in a kiss, as Draco took advantage of Harry’s body being draped over his to efficiently strip him.
Harry gasped into Severus’ mouth as Draco ran a hand over his arse, cupping it and squeezing it before whispering a Lubricating Spell and beginning to stretch Harry.
Severus drew back, peering closely into Harry’s face. “You want us both?” he whispered. “Shall we both fuck you?”
Harry moaned. “Want to suck you,” he said, eyes fluttering as Draco’s slicked fingers moved inside him. “And I want Draco to fuck me.”
“It shall be as the birthday boy wishes,” Severus murmured, and with only a few whispered words, he and Draco were naked, their skin sliding against Harry’s with a heady rhythm.
Harry sucked his way down Severus’ body until his mouth was hovering over Severus’ cock, his arse up the air. As he took his first taste, sliding his tongue around the crown of Severus’ prick, he felt Draco’s fingers continuing to stretch and prepare him, and he rocked back, urging Draco deeper.
“You should see how you look,” Severus purred, his fingers laced through Harry’s hair as Harry licked and sucked eagerly. “Draco practically has his hand inside you.”
Harry’s prick twitched at that, and Draco hissed. “Oh, I think he likes that idea.”
“Oh?” Severus murmured, and the tone of his voice made Harry cast his eyes up to catch Severus’ in an intense gaze. Yes! he thought wordlessly, and Severus’ eyes widened for a moment. “Perhaps some other time,” he said silkily, his thumb caressing Harry’s cheek as he sucked.
“Mm,” Draco groaned. “He’s so tight.”
“Do it now,” Severus instructed. “I think he wants to come with you inside him.”
Harry’s moan of agreement spurred Draco on, and, needing no further instruction, Draco pushed, his thick cock beginning to split Harry open. Harry was driven downwards until Severus’ prick was buried in his throat.
When Draco grasped Harry’s hips and began to move, Harry simply closed his eyes and held on. The sensation of both of his lovers sliding into him, caressing him, loving him, was overwhelming, and Harry gave himself over to it, letting them move him as they would, wallowing in the sensations crashing through him.
After a few false starts, Draco and Severus slipped into a synchronized rhythm and all Harry had to do was suck and lick and let himself be pleasured. All too soon it became too much, and with a scream around Severus’ cock that was thrusting steadily down his throat, Harry came.
Harry’s muscles rippling around Draco made him lose his rhythm and he thrust once, twice and came with a cry, arching his back hard and pumping his essence into Harry.
The vibration of Harry’s scream around Severus’ cock drew his orgasm from him, and he, too, came with a choked gasp, clutching the back of Harry’s head as he convulsed down Harry’s rippling throat.
The three of them collapsed onto the couch, breathing hard, and as Harry rolled onto his side, Severus’ prick slipped from his mouth. A moment later Draco slid out of Harry.
“Happy birthday to me,” Harry gasped.
Severus patted Harry’s head. “Indeed. I actually feel as if it is my birthday, too.”
Draco laughed. “You two do realize it’s not over yet, don’t you? It looks like we have several more rooms to christen.”
Severus smirked. “It is fortunate that I brewed extra Stamina Potion, then, is it not?”
Harry began to laugh. Oh yes, this was definitely going to be the most brilliant birthday ever.
~
A soft smile curved Harry’s lips as he looked down at his sleeping lovers. Extricating himself from the tangle of limbs without waking anyone had taken slow care, but he’d managed it, and with a sigh, he walked over to the window. Settling on the ledge, he gazed out over the moonlight-drenched garden.
He hadn’t been surprised when he’s found himself awake at midnight on his birthday. It was a practically a tradition for him to count down the minutes to the end of the day. A day that had exceeded his expectations in so many ways.
The sex had been amazing, as always, but when his friends had shown up, armed with food cooked by Molly Weasley, Harry had not had words to show just how that had made him feel.
But probably the best gift of all was when Arthur Weasley, the closest thing he had to a father, had taken him aside to congratulate him on his union with Severus and Draco...
Harry grinned at the memory. The acceptance and love of family was all he’d ever wanted, and to know that they approved of his choice had gone a long way to making him relax.
Everyone had left at about nine, and he and Draco and Severus had proceeded to ‘christen’ the rest of the house, finally ending up in the bedroom.
“I thought we managed to exhaust you,” a soft voice said from behind him.
Harry smiled, leaning back into encircling arms. “I guess I’m just young and spry,” he murmured. “You’d best keep trying.”
Severus nipped at his neck in retaliation. “I shall show you spry, brat,” he promised. “Come to bed.”
“Yes,” Draco said, yawning and stretching, his body glowing in the moonlight as they turned to look over at him. “Come back to bed. I’m cold and it’s your job to keep me warm.”
Harry sniggered and allowed Severus to lead him back.
Outside, the moon blessed the land and the union of the trio in whose home all was well.
~
