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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J.K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Harry_Potter/Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy/Harry_Potter, Draco_Malfoy/
      Severus_Snape
  Character:
      Harry_Potter, Severus_Snape, Draco_Malfoy
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, BDSM
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      Published: 2003-06-17 Words: 4304
****** Where shades meet ******
by Aeowen [archived by ISF_Archivist]
Summary
     Harry agrees to enter into a special relationship with his Slytherin
     rival and his potions master.
Notes
     This story was originally archived at Ink_Stained_Fingers, which was
     created in 2002 as a home for Harry Potter slash fiction. To preserve
     the archive, we began manually importing its works to the AO3 as an
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     Author's notes: Thanks are due to Anna for being my beta!
Where shades meet




  Continuation of "A darker shade of red"
  The door opened and Harry stepped through. Harry stopped abruptly only a few
  steps into the room and stared. There, in the middle of the sitting room
  floor, knelt a very submissive looking, and very naked, Draco Malfoy.
  The sight on Draco kneeling on the floor in the middle of Professor Snape's
  sitting room made Harry's mouth fall open in surprise. Harry was hit
  simultaneously by two opposing thoughts. The first thought, tinged with
  protective jealousy, lingered on the sheer bizarreness of the situation.
  The second thought was that the blond Slytherin looked very sexy in that
  particular position.
  Draco Malfoy was kneeling on the floor with his back turned to them. He was
  not aware of his classmate's presence and had not turned around. The blonde's
  legs were spread and he was resting on his heels, diligently awaiting
  Professor Snape's notice before moving.
  Severus Snape's black eyes glimmered when he saw Harry's reaction to Draco's
  presence. The lustful gaze was not lost on the potions master. He had known
  the blond Slytherin would be in his rooms waiting for him. This was why he
  had ensured that Harry knew he could back out while making a subtle challenge
  to the young Gryffindor.
  When Harry did not bolt from the room immediately, Snape knew he would stay.
  He nearly grinned when he saw the look of lust that crossed those green eyes.
  "Draco," Snape said softly, "we have a visitor." The blond head whipped
  around and grey eyes grew wide at the sight of Harry standing there. The look
  in his eyes suggested that he was deciding whether or not he should be upset
  over the intrusion.
  "You may speak, Draco," Snape said, seeming to feel the blonde's unrest.
  "What is he doing here, sir? ...Have I displeased you?" This last part was
  uttered with a tinge of hurt and possibly betrayal. Immediately, Professor
  Snape helped Draco up by his hand. He sat on a couch and Draco sat on the
  other end, his body language clearly defensive with his arms wrapped around
  his knees.
  Snape motioned for Harry to sit in a chair opposite and spoke to Draco,
  though keeping his eyes on both boys.
  "I have decided to invite Harry to join us, Draco. I know that the two of you
  have never been...fully at ease with each other, but over the last year, you
  seem to have fallen into comfortable silence with each other. I am attracted
  to both of you, and...I would like to see you together." His eyes swept
  lasciviously over both of them.
  Harry blushed, and Draco smiled. "Additionally, you both have a desire to
  submit, to be dominated. I can fulfill those desires and I think that the
  three of us can explore our needs together. Do you want this? This cannot
  work if one or both do not wish to be with the other. Be truthful."
  Harry looked at Draco. The blond seemed to think it over for only a moment
  before nodding his assent. "Yes, I want to." He looked at Harry and blushed
  slightly. Harry realized that they were waiting for his response.
  Draco's father had been caught as a Death Eater a year before, a scandal that
  rocked the wizard world and nearly ruined the family. Draco was now in full
  control of the family fortune. After his father was in Azkaban, he had stood
  before Dumbledore, Harry, Snape and several others and declared his
  allegiance to them and a desire to fight Voldemort.
  The blond Slytherin had done well, and actually seemed to be putting effort
  into it, talking to other Slytherins and convincing them to leave Voldemort's
  side. Now, Harry and Draco neither fought nor traded insults, and kept out of
  each other's way.
  Snape had always thought that the two boys would get along if they could
  transcend their past differences. The knowledge that they had similar sexual
  tendencies made him feel even more certain.
  Harry bit his lip. "Ok, I-I'd like to join you." He looked between obsidian
  and blue eyes and released the breath that he had been holding. Both
  Slytherins smiled at him. The smiles were genuine, though hungry and lustful.
  Draco looked like he was going to pounce on Harry, and Snape intervened
  before they got any farther.
  "We should discuss some things before we become embroiled in...our passions."
  His eyes flashed dangerously at them. "In doing this, we are agreeing to keep
  the knowledge we gain here secret. Neither of you can discuss this with your
  friends. Draco already knows this, but I must reiterate it." Both Harry and
  Draco nodded.
  Snape's voice became lower, huskier. "There is also the matter of the,
  nature, of our actions. Draco had been with me for three weeks. During that
  time, he and I have been exploring what we can do. Now that you're with us,
  Harry, I'm sure I can devise even more...ways to explore." Harry gulped and
  looked at Draco before blushing and turning his eyes to the fire.
  Draco saw the shyness in Harry's features and licked his lips. Snape watched
  this small scene play before him with interest. Yes, the boys would do well
  together. He was tempted to just watch the two of them interact like this,
  but he was more impatient to see them together.
  His velvet voice brought both pairs of eyes back to him. "Harry, since you
  are new, we will go at a slower pace. However, I would like to continue with
  Draco. If it makes you uncomfortable, then you may leave, but keep in mind
  that what you see you will also eventually feel." Harry turned a bit redder
  and nodded.
  Professor Snape smiled. He liked that innocent blush on him. Draco, being the
  son of a Death Eater, probably hadn't been completely innocent in such
  matters in years. Draco swore that his father never touched him, but he knew
  from personal experience that Malfoy Senior enjoyed physical forms of
  entertainment.
  The older Slytherin held out his hand to Harry, saying, "Come, join us."
  Harry crossed the space between them and found himself sitting on his
  professor's lap facing Draco on the other end of the couch. Snape rubbed his
  leg, keeping his other hand on Harry' back.
  "Trust us, Harry. Later, you and I will discuss when you are ready for me to
  take you fully." Harry shivered. He was already hard, desperately awaiting
  release, and the potions master's sexy voice washing over him was almost
  excruciating.
  Impatient, Harry spread his legs slightly. Draco smirked but remained where
  he was. He was already waiting to be punished; angering Severus now seemed
  foolhardy. Snape raised his eyebrows at the young man on his lap.
  "Eager, are we, Mr. Potter?" He cupped Harry's erection through his trousers
  and claimed his lips in a rough kiss. Harry moaned at the contact and tried
  to push forward, but Snape only moved his hand backward. In fact, he dropped
  his hands to his sides, removing all touch. Harry stifled a groan.
  "Your enthusiasm, Potter, is...stimulating, but remember, I am the only one
  who can give you what you need, what you crave."
  Snape's voice almost seemed to caress Harry's skin. He was acutely aware of
  Draco's presence, and he wasn't sure if he should be embarrassed in front of
  his former rival. He looked at the blond, who provocatively licked his lips.
  Harry couldn't help but let his eyes wander over the boy's body. Draco
  appeared to be wholly unconcerned with his nudity, and even shifted so that
  the space between his legs was more visible to Harry's scrutiny.
  The potions master saw this interaction and spoke softly but forcefully,
  bringing their attention back to him.
  "Even if you are with each other, it is only because I allow it. Harry, you
  will not touch yourself beyond what is necessary unless I tell you to, is
  that clear?"
  "Yes, sir."
  "Good," Snape purred. "Draco follows the same rules. I would like you both to
  be willing and wanting when you come to me."
  Harry glanced at the blond. Draco had closed his eyes, pain and pleasure
  crossing his features simultaneously as he gripped the cushion beneath him.
  One of the many questions flying around Harry's mind came to the foreground.
  "Sir?"
  "Hm?"
  "Um, when we're together, like this, um, what should I call you?"
  "Sir is fine, Harry, unless I say otherwise."
  Snape caressed Harry and nipped at his ear before rearranging him on his lap
  so that he was straddling him. Harry slowly met his professor's smoldering
  gaze. The older wizard kissed him again, fully exploring his mouth with his
  tongue. Snape's hands found Harry's ass and squeezed. Harry barely stifled a
  yelp, remembering that his backside was still sore from the spanking.
  Harry moaned into the kiss as the sensation in his backside quickly changed
  to pleasure, and brought a hand down to fondle himself. Snape stopped
  abruptly and squeezed his ass roughly.
  "Did I say you could touch yourself?" he hissed. "Did I not just tell you
  that I am the only one who can give this to you?" He pinched Harry's cock
  causing his breath to hitch.
  Harry swallowed. "Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir. I just-I just felt-"
  Snape cut him off. "Yes, I see that. You felt and immediately disregarded my
  rules." His eyes glittered, and the feral smile that graced those thin lips
  made Harry shiver as the potions master's long fingers roamed over his torso
  and thighs.
  "Ever the impertinent Gryffindor, Mr. Potter. Apparently you did not learn
  your lesson." Harry remained completely still while Snape continued, "Take
  off your slacks and undergarments. Now!"
  Harry jumped and quickly climbed off of his professor's lap. He hesitated for
  a moment, deciding if it would be less awkward to strip with his back or his
  front to Malfoy. His difficulty was solved when Professor Snape spoke in a
  firm voice.
  "Face me, Mr. Potter. This is embarrassing you and I want to see that lovely
  blush creep up your cheeks."
  In spite of himself, Harry blushed even more as he fumbled with his belt.
  Once completely naked on the bottom, he waited for instructions. Snape
  motioned for him to lie across his lap again. Harry shot Draco a furtive
  glance and then spread himself out, turning even redder at the thought of
  being exposed to both Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy.
  Snape ran his hand over the bottom presented to him for the second time that
  night. Potter's cheeks were still red from before. He decided to make it even
  more interesting.
  "Spread your legs a bit, Potter. Good." The boy's cheeks were every so
  slightly parted, making for a very tempting picture.
  When the first smack hit him, Harry screamed and then bit his lip. Malfoy was
  a mere inch from his head and he felt strange submitting to Snape in front of
  him like this.
  Snape rested his hand on the red cheeks. "No. Scream, Harry, I want to hear
  you. And don't worry about Mr. Malfoy over there. He will be punished later
  for a previous transgression. You will hear him scream soon."
  If Draco reacted to this, Harry didn't notice because at that moment a series
  of sharp smacks landed on his backside at random intervals, causing him to
  make noises that were a mix between a grunt and a scream. These noises
  changed to moaning screams as he became hard again, his prick rubbing against
  one of Snape's thighs.
  Suddenly, everything stopped. Harry closed his eyes, licking his lips in
  anticipation. A warm hand caressed his abused flesh, and then he heard Snape
  speak in an impossibly sexy voice.
  "Did you learn your lesson, Harry?"
  "Y-yes, sir. I did, sir."
  "Excellent. You will find that my punishments are always...severe. Draco has
  fulfilled a part of his. He has been unable to find release for two days. His
  punishment, though, is almost finished."
  Harry thought he heard a soft whimper and a sigh from the blonde next to him
  on the couch.
  "Draco," Snape purred, "Harry has just had two thorough spankings. Take him
  to my bed and make him feel better."
  "Yes, sir," Draco replied.
  At Snape's nudge, Harry slipped off of his lap and onto the couch.
  Wordlessly, Draco smiled at Harry and took him by the hand, leading him into
  another room.
  Harry didn't have time to take in his new surroundings because Draco
  immediately undressed him. He gently slipped off the school sweater, tie, and
  white button-down shirt. The clothes were left in a pile on the floor as
  Draco led him to the large four-poster bed.
 Draco helped him onto the bed, saying, "Lie on your stomach, Harry. That's
  it." Harry rested his head on his hands as Draco opened his legs a bit. "So
  beautiful," he heard Draco murmur.
  The sheets, green so dark they were almost black, were cool on his hot skin.
  He felt Draco kneel between his legs. Soft hands gently rubbed up his thighs,
  applying enough pressure to relax and arouse.
  When Draco reached his backside, Harry groaned softly. His rock-hard cock was
  digging into the bed, and his eyes fluttered closed as he gave into the
  sensation. He felt what could only be Draco's tongue on his red skin.
  Draco licked and kissed the abused cheeks. He ran his tongue down the outer
  edge of Harry's cleft, making him whimper.
  Harry was vaguely aware of movement in the room. He opened his eyes briefly
  and saw Professor Snape sitting in a chair watching them. The look in those
  black eyes could only be described as hunger.
  The blond boy moved upward, slowly kissing and nipping his way up Harry's
  back. A word from the potions master stopped his movements.
  "Draco, stop. Turn him onto his back."
  Immediately, Draco moved to Harry's side and rolled him over, placing his
  hands on his stomach. Snape walked over and the raven-haired boy looked up.
  His professor had rid himself of the cumbersome outer robes that he always
  wore. Now, his muscular frame was visible beneath a black button-down shirt
  and black slacks.
  He sat on the edge of the bed and gripped Harry's wrists. He brought them
  above his head and touched them with his wand. Shimmering bonds appeared.
  They wrapped themselves around Harry's wrists and then attached to the bead
  frame above his head.
  Panic flashed over Harry's face. Draco gently rubbed his stomach, murmuring,
  "Shh. Relax, Harry. Trust him. You're doing fine." Draco then rested on his
  heels, waiting for direction.
  Harry looked up at his professor. Snape stood up and slowly removed his
  shirt. When the shirt slipped to the floor, Harry took in a pale chest,
  hairless except for a dark line leading down the middle and disappearing
  beneath his slacks.
  Instinctively, Harry licked his lips. Snape chuckled softly. He sat on the
  bed again and caressed Harry's cheek. "Soon, Harry, soon."
  Turning to Draco, he said. "Harry has been patient and needs release. Take
  care of him, Draco. Do it well." Draco's eyes sparkled. He licked his lips
  and crawled between Harry's legs. He spread the pale thighs even more, his
  hands ghosting over the sensitive flesh he exposed.
  It began slowly. Draco placed an almost chaste kiss on the tip of Harry's
  cock before nipping his way down. He buried his fingers in the patch of black
  curls there and pulled gently but firmly. When Harry gasped as Draco's nails
  ghosted over his scrotum, Snape bent down and captured his mouth, taking
  advantage of the parted lips.
  Harry closed his eyes in ecstasy. Professor Snape's kiss was surprisingly
  soft and slow. It was not hurried or rough. His tongue slipped into Harry's
  mouth as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
  The restraints, though, made Harry restless. He wished that he could wrap his
  arms around Snape's torso, feel the pale skin with his hands. Instead, he had
  to manage with the touches that his professor bestowed on him. He felt those
  long fingers grip him and rub his arms, straying down the insides where the
  skin was particularly sensitive.
  The pace of the kiss sped up when Draco swallowed him completely in one
  motion. Harry moaned and tried to buck upwards, but he found that new bonds
  had been placed around his waist.
  He was effectively pinned to the bed, and between the pleasures of two
  talented mouths ripping through his body; he thought he would go insane from
  need.
  Snape was lying next to him on the bed now and he held Harry's head still
  while he plundered his mouth. He bit down on Harry's lip and roughly worried
  it with his tongue between his teeth.
  Had Harry been able to raise his head, he would have seen Draco's blone head
  bobbing up and down between his legs, stopping periodically to play with the
  tip with his tongue.
  The kiss between Harry and Snape slowly stilled. The older wizard pulled back
  and split his attention between watching Harry's face and observing Draco
  driving the boy beneath him insane with pleasure.
  Suddenly, Harry screamed. In the same moment, Draco swallowed him completely
  and hummed. Draco's nails scraped over his balls, and Harry shuddered. He
  exploded, shooting his seed down the blonde's throat.
  Draco swallowed every drop, his throat working around Harry's cock until he
  had milked it dry. Snape watched hungrily as Draco took in everything Harry's
  body offered him. When the blonde was finished, he slowly inched his way off
  of Harry's cock and looked expectantly at Professor Snape.
  Snape smirked at Draco and turned his attention to Harry. Caressing his
  cheek, he said, "You look so beautiful when you find release, Harry. It looks
  like you are experiencing the most exquisite painful pleasure. Now, be good."
  He gave Harry a lingering kiss on hip lips before setting him free of the
  bindings.
  The younger Slytherin had moved and was now kneeling on the bed near Harry.
  His eyes were downcast and he looked up briefly, hoping that Snape was ready
  to release him from his punishment.
  Professor Snape stood next to the bed and crossed his arms over his chest,
  staring ruefully at Draco. Finally he sighed, as if he couldn't be hard on
  him for too long.
  "Have you learned your lesson, Draco?"
  "Yes, sir. I have," Draco said, still keeping his eyes down. Clear blue eyes
  looked up imploringly at Severus Snape. The older wizard's face softened and
  he walked around the bed. He stood next to the bed so that Draco back was
  nearly touching him.
  Snape pulled Draco back until he was leaning onto him. He began to run his
  hands over Draco's arms and torso. The touches were soft, but possessive, and
  Draco moaned, his eyes fluttering closed.
  Their professor picked up his wand and pointed it at Draco. He muttered a few
  spells, including "Finite Incantatum," and then kissed Draco on his forehead.
  When the spells washed over him, Draco sighed and smiled. He let Professor
  Snape gently lower him to the bed so that he was sprawled out on his back.
  Professor Snape lay on the bed next to Draco; much the way he had with Harry,
  making sure that the Gryffindor could see everything. He captured Draco's
  mouth in a possessive and hungry kiss before pulling back and holding blue
  eyes in his gaze.
  "Show me your passion, Draco. I want to see. I want Harry to see. Let
  yourself go, lose control for me." His voice washed over both students, and
  Harry couldn't help but become hard again.
  On the other side of the large bed, Harry slowly sat up, wrapping his arms
  around his knees. He watched the two men interact and smiled. Games and
  fantasies aside, it was obvious that Snape cared about them. He suddenly felt
  safe.
  Harry and Professor Snape watched Draco give in. The blonde's hands grazed
  over his chest, pausing at his nipples before heading lower to tend to his
  weeping erection. His pale hands made one slow circle on the inside of his
  thighs before he gripped his cock and started to pump it.
  The blonde's movements were quick, and soon his slim and pale body was
  writhing on the bed under Harry's and Snape's gazes. Draco's hips jerked up,
  thrusting his cock into his hands. His head fell back and his lips parted
  slightly as he suddenly climaxed, spurting his seed onto his stomach and
  chest.
  With a contented sigh, Draco's body relaxed, his grey eyes closing
  momentarily. When he opened them again, he looked up at Professor Snape and
  whispered, "Thank you."
  Professor Snape smiled and looked over at Harry, saying, "Harry, come here.
  Scoop Draco's seed onto your fingers and feed it to him."
  Harry gulped and crawled over to the pair of Slytherins. He knelt next to
  Draco's supine form and gathered some of his spunk onto his fingers. Draco
  opened his mouth and took his fingers in. He swirled his tongue around,
  readily giving access to his mouth as the fingers were offered.
  When there was almost nothing left, Harry locked eyes with Professor Snape.
  "May I finish it, sir?" With a nod from the potions master, Harry licked his
  fingers and then leaned down, lapping at Draco's stomach.
  Draco lifted his flaxen head and stared at Harry. Apparently the image of his
  former rival licking his cum off of his stomach and chest was too much.
  "Fuck, that's hot. Harry..."
  Without warning, Draco shuddered again and shot a small amount of seed onto
  Harry and onto his stomach.
  Harry looked up at him and quirked an eyebrow at the blonde. Then he grinned
  and leaned down again, licking up the new seed. He had a feeling he wasn't
  supposed to touch the cum on himself, so he focused on cleaning up the boy
  beneath him.
  Snape purred, "You've made a bit of a mess, Draco. Clean him up, now."
  Draco sat up and simultaneously pushed Harry down onto the bed. He leaned
  over him and licked his seed from Harry's body. Harry watched, astounded.
  Draco looked so sexy like that. While Draco licked at his neck and shoulder,
  Harry rubbed his sides and arms, sighing.
  When there was nothing left, Draco looked at Snape over his shoulder
  questioningly. Snape shook his head. He pulled Draco off of Harry, despite
  the soft whines of protest from both of his students.
  "You look...exquisite together, but for now, you will leave here
  unsatisfied." He looked between them, and kissing each on their foreheads,
  said, "It is late, get dressed and return to your houses. I'll see you both
  in class tomorrow. Try not give me any reason to punish you further." He
  looked sternly at Harry, who blushed.
  Draco got off the bed and started to dress, picking up his clothes from a
  neat pile on a chair off to the side. Harry slipped off the bed, suddenly shy
  about being naked in front of Draco Malfoy and Severus Snape. He blushed and
  made his way to the sitting room where his slacks lay in an undignified
  puddle.
  Harry was pulling his boxers on, feeling rather deflated when a strong hand
  pinned his wrists behind his back and an arm encircled his waist. He felt hot
  breath on the side of his face just before hearing a silky voice purring in
  his ear.
  "I know I told you to dress, Harry, but you should not be so...shy about it.
  When you come to me, you will be doing far more than lying on a bed while
  someone else sucks your cock."
  Harry's breathing became shallow and his leaned his head back, as if trying
  to get as much of that voice as possible. He could almost feel the smirk and
  then hunger emanating from Professor Snape when he spread his legs a bit
  wider.
  "You are beautiful, Harry. Every talent of yours, from your mind, to your
  strength, to your sinfully gorgeous body, should, and will be, appreciated
  under my tutelage. Appreciated and used."
  Harry sighed and smiled.
  "Thank you, sir."
  Warm lips nipped at his ear lobe in response. One of Snape's hands cupped his
  erection through his slacks.
  "Remember, Harry, nothing unless I say so. And until you come to me tomorrow
  night, do not touch yourself beyond what is necessary. Is that understood?"
  "Yes sir." Harry swallowed. This was going to be difficult.
  Draco appeared in the doorway adjusting his prefect's badge on his outer
  robe. He leaned against the doorway, his arms folded lazily over his chest.
  Harry couldn't help but smile at the habitual Malfoy gesture. Snape released
  him and he finished dressing.
  The boys left Snape's quarters, making sure that no students were around to
  see them leave. Before parting in the hallway they turned toward each other,
  half expecting something else to occur.
  Finally, Draco said softly but surely, "You and he look good together."
  "Thanks, you-you're not so bad looking yourself." Harry blushed.
  They were about to part when Harry spoke, asking a question that had been
  plaguing him for a while.
  "Draco, what were you being punished for?" "Oh, that," he said, biting his
  lip and looking down. "I touched myself. Gave myself release twice during the
  day when he said I couldn't. I broke his rules." With that, the blonde turned
  and walked down the hallway toward the Slytherin house. Harry gulped and
  watched him go. He readjusted his slacks so that they were more comfortable
  around his erection, and, taking a deep breath, silently made his way up to
  his room in the Gryffindor tower.
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