By Light Catastrophe
Warnings: yaoi, slash, threesomes, lemons, mpreg, angst, some swearing, disregards HBP and DH
Disclaimer: As always, I can only dream of owning Harry Potter.
Babblings: So basically, I can't keep away from mpreg for long, so I decided to write this short, two-part fic based off a challenge (mind you, I changed a few things) from Miyuki on AFN.
Challenge: Severus and Draco are bonded and living happily. Harry suddenly comes into their life and they both find themselves attracted to him. After spending a few nights with them, Draco suddenly become unusually jealous over Harry although he loves Severus. Severus and Draco fight over it and Harry finds out. He tells them he doesn't want to come between them and tries to leave but collapses. Harry is pregnant. Now what will Severus and Draco do? Whose child Harry is carrying (as Harry is always submissive and both Sev and Draco have taken him)? Will they let him go or will they work together to keep Harry in their home and pull him out of his depressed state, which may harmful for the baby. Oh… Sev and Draco can't have baby, only Harry can. It would be fun if Draco and Harry are still students at Hogwarts but you are free to do whatever timeline you want.
Harry shuffled his feet on the doorstep of the large house in front of him, pulling his scarf closer around his neck to keep in as much body heat as he could. Clutching the large package in his arms, he finally built up the courage to ring the doorbell. His long, feminine fingers reached out into the cold winter air and pressed the button. Somewhere deep inside the house, he heard a resounding ring. After several minutes, Severus Snape gracefully flung the door open, though he himself looked rather disheveled: hair sexily mussed, clothes draped haphazardly on his tall, lean body. The ebony-haired boy bit his lip, trying to keep his feelings for the older man harbored safely within the confines on his heart.
"Mr. Potter," Severus drawled. "What brings you here in the middle of my Christmas break?"
Said boy glared at his potions' teacher, though it wasn't even close to being sincere. "Professor Dumbledore sent me with this package." He lifted it higher in his arms for emphasis. "He said it contained important potion ingredients which you would need for over the break. Trust me," he added, "if it had been anyone else who'd asked me, I wouldn't be here. I'd be back at Hogwarts where it's warm."
"Who's at the door, Sev?" a voice from inside the house called.
Sev? The nickname made Harry's stomach lurch. Only a close friend… or a lover… would call Severus by such a name.
The older man smirked, taking the package from Harry. "It's only Potter, Dray!" he yelled in return.
Suddenly a blonde boy Harry's age bounded around the corner, dressed in only a pair of pajama pants. Harry felt on the verge of being sick. The two men he'd loved for years were lovers, that much was obvious. He'd always thought that maybe he'd have a chance with at least one of them, but now all hope dashed from his mind.
"Severus," scolded Draco, hands placed on his hips, "invite him in. He looks like he's going to be ill. It must be awfully cold out there." Without further questioning, he reached around the older man and pulled Harry in, shutting the door, blocking out the cold air. "Well, Harry," he said, a little awkwardly, "what brings you to our neck of the woods?"
Both Harry and Draco were in their seventh year at Hogwarts. They hadn't even graduated yet. To say it was a little odd to find Draco here, half-naked with Severus Snape, would be the understatement of the century.
When Harry said nothing, Draco just smiled and said, "I'm going to put a shirt on and then I'll make us some tea." He motioned toward Severus, grabbing onto his hand. "Don't leave, Harry, okay?"
The smaller boy nodded, numbly, watching the other two disappear up the grand stairwell, leading to the second floor of the mansion. Once they were out of sight, Harry let himself lean against the wall for support, closing his eyes and trying to pretend this was all a dream; that he really did still have a chance. But he knew it wasn't true.
A few moments later, the sound of feet shook him from his thoughts. Draco and Severus were before him, looking quite a bit more presentable. "The kitchen's this way," Draco said with an apologetic look.
Over the past year or so, after Voldemort's defeat, Draco had been making an attempt to be civil with Harry, figuring they actually had quite a bit in common. Even though they hadn't exactly formed a friendship, they at least had come up with a mutual trust – at least one Draco's part. Harry, on the other hand, had developed a deep, painful crush on the blonde boy.
Severus though… Harry wasn't sure when his feelings for the man had started. Perhaps they'd always been there and it took Harry until just recently to figure it out.
They sat down at the kitchen table after Draco had made the tea. "Would you like sugar or cream, Potter?" the dark-haired man asked.
"Sugar, please, sir," he said, emphasizing the last word in an attempt to act like his old self. And yet, he could hardly remember what that old self was like; before defeating Voldemort, before all these new feelings had started to form. After a few moments of silence, Harry finally ventured, "So you guys are together?"
Draco face immediately brightened and the corners of Severus' mouth tilted up ever so slightly. "We've been together for a year now, actually," Draco replied. "We were planning on announcing our engagement to the world after graduation, but you know, Harry. Things never turn out quite how they're supposed to."
The green-eyed boy nodded, smiling at the both of them in encouragement, though it felt empty. That word rang through his mind, an endless mantra: engagement. "I know that well enough. Congratulations."
A gust of wind abruptly rattled the window-pane. The three of them simultaneously whipped their heads toward the window. Outside, it was a world of white. Even in the short time he'd been inside the house, a blizzard had come up. Harry stood, pushing back from the table. "I should be going. Thank you."
But as he turned to go, he once again felt that strong grip on his arm, the long fingers wrapping all the way around his scrawny bicep. "You can't leave, Harry," Draco's voice pleaded, drenched with worry. "You'd have to hike a mile in the whiteout to get past the apparation wards. And if I was to guess, your small body wouldn't be able to take the battering of that wind. There are plenty of extra bedrooms where you can stay and I'm pretty sure there's some clothes lying around in this huge place somewhere."
Severus nodded. "As much as I dislike you, Potter, I wouldn't want to dig you out of the snow, dead, when this passes over. I have some clothes from when I was a lot younger, maybe ten-years-old, that may fit you," he added with a sneer. His blonde lover punched him, hard, in the arm.
Harry lowered his head, his heart hurting at Severus' comment. He'd always been self-conscious about his body – how small it was – and he hated that Severus had to point it out. Good thing he didn't have a personality to match his body, at least on the outside. "In case you haven't noticed, professor, I'm seventeen – an adult. You don't always have to make fun of me just because I'm not cold like yourself." Even as he said it, he knew this comment wasn't true. He could tell from the way his arm was wrapped protectively around Draco's waist.
Draco touched his older lover's arm. An understanding passed through them and then the blonde stood up. "Come on, Harry. I'll show you where you'll be staying."
Even though Draco didn't know Harry all that well, he knew something was troubling the smaller, dark-haired boy; something deeper than realizing that he and Severus were lovers. Draco could tell from the way his shoulders slouched, the way his eyes kept darting for the floor. There was just something about him that wasn't quite… Harry-like. But he couldn't put a finger on what would be causing this more-depressed version of Harry.
Draco led the way up the stairs and opened a door off to the right, revealing a large, elegant room the likes of which Harry had never seen before. He tried not to let his face looked too astonished, but it didn't work too well. There was a large, canopy bed, an oak dresser, a huge closet, and (the part which Harry liked best) a window seat, looking out upon the beautiful, snow-covered world. "If you want," said the tall blonde, "you can get settled in here until dinner is ready. Severus is a wonderful cook. He doesn't like house elves making his food so he makes it himself when he's away from Hogwarts. There should be some clothes in the closet that will fit you."
"Thank you," said Harry, smiling a bit.
Draco couldn't help but smile in return before sweeping gracefully back down the stairs and back into the kitchen where Severus was already busy making dinner, a scowl present on his face. "What's got you looking so glum, Sev?" Draco asked, setting the table (for three) with a wave of his wand.
"I just realized that I'm letting Potter stay in my house," he said, stiffly.
"You know," said Draco, frowning a bit, "he's really nice if you just got the chance to know him a bit. He's not like his father at all. He's smart and nice and really interesting. I don't think he's got a single bad bone in his body."
"He hates me," Severus shot back.
The blonde shook his head. "He doesn't. He told me himself." Which was true. In one of their conversations a week before the break started Harry confessed to not hating the potions' master, though Draco wasn't sure what would have cause him to say such a thing.
"You sound as though you like him. Maybe you should be with him. He's closer to your age–"
Draco cut him off with an icy glare, saying, "I do like him, Sev, but I love you. I'm not going to leave you just because you think that you are too old for love. I love you, you hear me?"
The dark-haired man nodded, a bit sadly, and leaned down to capture Draco's lips in his own. "Thank you," he said when he pulled back. "I love you, too, brat. Now go get Harry. Dinner's almost ready."
Draco bounded up the stairs to the room where he'd left Harry. When he knocked and there was no answer, he slowly opened the door and waltzed over to the bed. Harry lay curled up with a pillow in his arms, an old T-shirt of Severus' hanging over his body, much too large. His longs eyelashes clung to his pale cheeks. He looked like an angel. Draco couldn't bring himself to wake the sleeping boy. In the end, he pulled a blanket over him and left, shutting the door quietly behind him.
The more Severus thought about it, the more he noticed that Harry did have likeable characteristics. Severus always compared him to the bully that had been his father, but Harry was nothing like that man.
The snow did not stop, even after several days, so Severus had plenty of time to observe the small boy when he decided to show himself. Most of the time, according to Draco, he sat in the room he'd been given and stared out at the snow, scrawny knees pulled up to his chest, arms wrapped around them. Severus told himself not to feel sorry for the boy, but, in a way, Severus had brought this upon him. If he hadn't ordered those ingredients then Harry could be back with his friends in Hogwarts castle.
Severus groaned as he flipped through yet another book, looking for that potion. Long ago he'd had it memorized, but it'd been so long… and now he couldn't remember where he'd placed that goddamn book. Suddenly, he heard the door open behind him. He whipped around and found himself face to face with Harry.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," said the boy, his voice strong even though Severus knew he intimidated him. "Draco said it would be okay to come here, because I was bored and wanted something to read…"
"I wasn't aware that you could read, Potter," Severus sneered.
"You aren't aware of a lot of things," Harry hissed right back. "You always just assume that because I look like my father, I act like him, too. Well, I don't. I am nothing like my father and if you just took the time to attempt to understand, you'd realize that too."
Severus noticed that the boy's hands were shaking. In fact, his entire body seemed to be shaking in anger and resentment. The older man let out a deep sigh. "Fine. You may use my library. Just don't disturb me. I'm busy."
Harry inclined his head, in an almost-thankful kind of way. Then he stepped past Severus and disappeared behind a bookshelf. Severus hissed under his breath, hoping that Harry wouldn't damage anything. The only thing he was more protective of than Draco were his books. A few moments later, Harry reappeared, a book in hand, and settled into one of the large chairs Severus kept around. The tall man sighed in relief. Now he could get some work done.
Some time later, after Severus had resumed his search, he heard a cough coming from Harry's direction. Then: "You know, sir, we have more in common than you think."
"How do you figure, Potter?" Severus asked, rolling his eyes.
"Well, I know you didn't have the most pleasant family life growing up and I… well, my family – the aunt and uncle and cousin I was sent to live with – they… beat me sometimes." Severus was about to say something in return, but before he could, Harry continued. "And before you say anything, I'm not trying to get your pity or anything. I'm just saying that… well yeah… we have more in common than you think."
"So eloquent," Severus scoffed, but deep down, his insides were reeling at Harry's words. His family beat him? Did they starve him, too? Is that why he ended up so small? Because both of his parents were relatively tall. He suddenly had this overwhelming feeling of anger, not at Harry, but at his family. On the outside, though, he retained his calm and aloof composition.
The ebony-haired boy glared at the man and stood up, clutching the book to his chest. "Can I take this with me, sir? I think I'd like to continue reading somewhere else."
"Fine, Potter, but when you bring it back it'd better be in just as good a shape as it is now." Harry nodded and rushed out the door without saying another word.
For Harry, the days in the manor were torturous. He hated having to look at Severus and Draco together, looking to completely happy with each other. He'd been there for four days when he'd had his run-in with Severus in the library, causing him to sink even more into depression.
The next day, Draco once again found him sitting, staring out the window at the snow. He snuck up behind the boy, attempting to scare him, but when he said "Boo" Harry didn't even so much as flinch. "It's Christmas Eve, Harry," Draco said, "Severus and I wanted to know if you'd like to help us put up the decorations. Severus has boxes and boxes of Christmas things in the attic that he hasn't used for years and I decided that we needed some Christmas cheer around here."
Harry nodded slowly, knowing he couldn't say no to anything Draco asked of him. "Yeah, ok. I'll help."
Draco's silver eyes brightened and he grabbed Harry's hand, dragging him downstairs to the living room where a large tree had already been set up. Severus came into the room a moment later, a mug of homemade eggnog in his hands. He handed it to Harry. "Here," he said. "An apology for yesterday."
A small smile tugged at Harry's lips and he took the mug from the man, their fingers briefly touching, causing a tingle to go all the way down his spine to the very tips of his toes. "Apology accepted," he whispered.
Then he felt lips upon his, his mug of eggnog abandoned on the coffee table. Two pairs of arms dragged him over to the couch and Harry found himself beneath two men who were more than slightly larger than him. He watched them for a moment as they exchanged a gaze and then nod. And then he was being kissed again, but Harry just knew it was because they felt sorry for him; it meant nothing to them and it meant the world to Harry.
"N-no!" He screamed, surprisingly gathering enough strength to push the two off of him. His entire body was shaking, but he didn't stay long enough to see the looks on their faces.
Instead, he sprinted toward the door, grabbing his coat, but not taking the time to take his mittens or a hat or gloves. He swung the front door open and sprinted through the blinding snow with no sense of direction and no idea where he was going. He could still feel the road under his feet. He went on like this for what must have been hours, but he kept going. Finally, when the adrenaline was being to die, he felt a pressure come off his body and he knew he'd be able to apparate. He apparated to the front of the gates to Hogwarts castle, wearily trudged through the blizzard until he reached the entrance hall, and, promptly, collapsed.
Draco immediately tried to run after Harry once he'd regained rational thought, but by that time the boy had already been sucked into the blizzard and the blonde wasn't able to see past the end of his nose. "Shit," he muttered under his breath, shutting the door to block out the snow, rubbing his arms for warmth. He made his way back to Severus. "What the hell just happened?" he asked.
The older wizard shrugged and shook his head in a un-Severus, dejected kind of way. "I have no idea, but you did it, too."
"I know," he whispered, "but we can figure this out later. Right now we need to find Harry. You know the chances of his surviving out there are slim."
"He defeated the Dark Lord," Severus responded. "I'm sure he'll survive the cold. How would we find him, Dray? You can't see anything out there."
"Fuck," Draco huffed before plopping onto the couch beside his lover, his putting his head in his hands and rocking back and forth in a pained manner. "Sev, I thought you hated him."
Severus pulled his young lover closer to him so that he was basically in his lap. He placed a kiss on Draco's forehead in an attempt to calm him. "So did I actually, until we had an interesting conversation yesterday in the library. And I have to admit that he has a certain amount of charm about him."
Draco nodded in agreement, a small smile on his face. "That he does." Then a frown came to his features. "You still love me, Sev?"
"Of course," Severus grinned and leaned in to kiss the blonde.
But Draco put up a hand to block him. "No, Sev, I feel bad now, knowing that Harry's out there and that we scared him away because we are stupid and compulsive. It just doesn't seem right."
Severus let out a sigh and pulled back. "How would you feel if… we added a third person to our little affair?" he asked, slowly, quietly, as he wasn't sure what Draco's reaction would be.
The blonde's eyes widened. "You mean it, Sev?" At the dark-haired man's nod, he leapt into his arms. Then a thought occurred to him. "But what if he doesn't want to?"
"He does. He's not a hard person to read. I could see in his eyes that he wants to be part of… us."
Draco grinned and kissed Severus. "Okay, we'll tell him when we get back to Hogwarts!"
When Harry came to, he was surrounded by the white walls of the hospital wing. His throat felt scratchy, his limbs felt stiff, and his head throbbed with a migraine. But most of all, his heart felt like it had been torn in pieces. He moaned and pulled the blanket above his head, settling into the warmth of the starchy hospital bed.
"Oh, Harry, I'm glad you're up." It was Madame Pomfrey. "You gave me quite a scare there. Your body was on the verge of shutting down and you had a very bad case of frostbite." I wish it had shut down, Harry thought to himself. The witch pulled the sheets away from his head and proceeded to do an examination. When she'd finished she handed Harry a potion. "It's to help your throat. You got influenza, which, thankfully, is fairly easy for us to treat, but if you hadn't been near Hogwarts you probably wouldn't be here, Harry. Your sore throat should be gone in a couple hours, but I'd like you to stay here for the night. Mr. Weasley and Miss Granger should be back shortly. I sent them to get breakfast. They've been with you nearly all night. I'm sure they have questions." She gave him the look that said, As do I.
"Thank you," Harry whispered, wincing at the sound of his voice.
"I'll leave you be then," she said. "Just call if you need anything."
Just when Harry thought he was going to be left in peace to drift off to sleep, to forget everything… Ron and Hermione walked. He tried to look cheerful for them, to mentally tell them that he was fine. It didn't really work. "Hey," he croaked.
"Bloody hell, mate," Ron said, waltzing up to Harry's side. "We were worried about you. You just disappeared for five days and no one would tell us where you were and then you show up and you're nearly dead."
"I was fine," said Harry, quietly. "Dumbledore sent me to deliver a package to Snape. When I got there Draco was there visiting and he invited me in for tea. When it started snowing, they both told me that I'd have to stay and wait it out."
"So how did you end up outside in the blizzard?"
Hermione punched Ron's arm, hard. "Don't be so nosy, Ronald. I'm sure Harry will tell us… eventually."
Harry nodded, lowering his eyes, fighting back tears. "Thanks, Mione."
She nodded and smiled, glancing over at Ron – who was nurturing his bruised arm – with a glare.
Harry could feel the effects of the potion Madame Pomfrey had given him. His eyes began to droop and he welcomed the sleep with open arms. "Come back later," he managed to say before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep.
Draco tried to find Harry when he and Severus returned to school the day prior to classes starting again, but the boy was nowhere to be found. It wasn't until the next day during double potions when he first laid eyes on the ebony-haired beauty. The sight shocked Draco: Harry looked as though he hadn't slept in days Had they caused this?
Draco tried to get his attention before class, but Harry didn't hear him or ignored him, sitting in his usual place between Ron and Hermione. Draco looked to Severus for help, but the man just shrugged and started class.
When class was over, Harry sprinted toward the door and ran halfway down the hallways before Draco caught up with him and forced him into an empty classroom, pinning him against the wall. When they met eyes, Draco was taken aback. Harry had dark rings under his eyes from days of insomnia. His already-small body seemed almost breakable. "What the hell is wrong with you, Harry? You just ran out. I'm surprised you didn't die out there."
"Almost," Harry muttered, just loud enough for Draco to hear.
"Come on," Draco said, taking his wrist. "I'm taking you to eat something."
"No," Harry growled, wrenching his wrist from the taller boy's grasp. "You aren't my mother, okay? My mother has been dead for sixteen years. I don't need you telling me when I should and shouldn't eat, okay?"
"Then what would you like?" Draco asked, thinking that this was not at all how this conversation was supposed to go. Harry was supposed to want to be with him and Severus.
"I'd like not to be screwed around with," the smaller wizard said. "I fucking love both you and Severus, okay? So now that I know you're together, I'd just like to be left alone. Is that so hard to ask?" Before Draco could say anything in return, Harry slipped under his arm and ran down the hallway as fast as his legs would carry him, leaving a very stunned blonde behind.
Babblings: So there will probably only be two more parts to this. As you can see, I didn't really stick to the challenge, but it gave me my inspiration. Please tell me what you think of this. It's just a side-story while I update my other stories (which I almost have ready to post).