Perfect Triangle

Part Five

Babblings: Thank you all for your support through this story. Every review meant a whole lot to me.

Also, to those of you saying that Hermione should have told Draco and Severus, she didn't tell them because it's really none of her business to tell and because she doesn't want to betray Harry's trust in her.

Without further ado, I present to you the final chapter in this story. I hope it does not disappoint.


(I know you all want it. Just in case, though, if you don't like reading about three men going at it, I put up bold words at the beginning and end of the lemon. Skip the lemon if you feel the need.)


Lately, the emptiness of the mansion had been weighing heavily on both Severus' and Draco's shoulders. It had been so long since anyone but they had entered the house. Something – or someone – was missing and both of them knew who it was. Severus looked up as he heard someone running down the hall to his study. He barely had time to brace himself before Draco pounced on him.

"Severus, Severus, Severus!" The blonde squealed. "I found something about Harry! I know where he is!"

The stoic potions professor's eyes lit up at Draco's words. "Seriously?"

"Yeah," he grinned. "I was searching on the muggle internet and I ran across a website for a daycare. And Harry, well someone who looked an awful lot like Harry, was on the webpage, but it said his name was Marcus Peterson. But I know it was him, Sev! He looks different, but his eyes are exactly the same. Here, I printed off a copy for you!"

After over four years, Severus could barely allow himself to hope. Both he and Draco had given up, accepting the fact that it would only ever be the two of them. That was okay to a point, but they weren't complete. They were missing the third side to make their perfect triangle. Severus took the sheet of paper from Draco's hand and looked it over. Sure enough, there was Harry, looking at him from an unmoving picture. Draco was right. The only way he could tell was because no one had green eyes quite like Harry's. Harry's hair was down to his shoulders now and he donned no glasses. And the scar for which he was so famous had been faded so it couldn't be seen in the photograph.

"See?" said Draco.

Severus nodded. "What are we going to do about it?"

"We," the blonde stated, taking Severus' hands in his own, "are going to apparate right now and get our Harry back."

"I like the way you think."


They ended up apparating to the Leaky Cauldron and taking a taxi to the address indicated on the webpage, figuring it was best not to just (literally) pop up out of nowhere in the middle of muggle London in spite of their anxiousness about seeing Harry. When the taxi driver stopped in front of a small, brightly-colored building, Severus and Draco paused for a brief moment to squeeze hands before entering the daycare. They both tried not to think of what would happen if this Marcus guy turned to really be just Marcus Peterson and not Harry Potter.

A tall, polite lady greeted them a few seconds after they walked in, looking just the slightest bit flustered. "Hello, can I get you something? You don't have any children…"

"No," Draco shook his head. "We just wanted to speak with Marcus Peterson if he is available."

The woman smiled. "He's right out back, playing with the children. Just directly through that door."

Draco and Severus nodded. It was all they could do to contain themselves and keep from running. When they saw him, all their breath was knocked out of them. There, standing in front of them, was someone who could be none other than Harry, although he definitely looked different. A dozen children ran around him in little swimsuits as he sprayed a hose above his head, drenching the kids. His boyish body was soaked through and his long, dark hair was dripping with water. But his eyes were the same and that's how they knew.

Then Harry suddenly met their eyes and the hose fell limply to the ground.


Harry had been working at the daycare for three years now. Really, it a stroke of luck he found something so perfect for what he needed. He got paid and he could be with Alexa and Max all day without having to worry about them. His job was a place for him to escape. Even now, four years later, he still spent an unhealthy amount of time thinking about Draco and Severus. Ever since that fateful night, he'd never so much as been on a date. He told himself that maybe he should go on a date, get laid, forget about everything. Hermione would be more than willing to take care of the twins for a night. But he couldn't. He knew that he'd forever remain abstinent, because he still shuddered at the thought of sleeping with anyone but the two he loved more than anything. Plus, now he had two new loves in his life and he was more than content to be with them forever.

Being a single parent hadn't been easy on him. Sure, Hermione and Poppy helped out occasionally, but, mostly, he was by himself. In the first year or so, he lost enough weight so that he was even skinnier than he'd been before the pregnancy. If one of them woke up in the night, the other woke up, too. Sometimes Harry would spend hours trying to calm them down. But every moment was worth it, to see them grow up so fast right before his eyes and he loved them with every ounce of his being. Slowly, the pain in his heart faded to a dull ache.

Until the day Draco and Severus showed up out of nowhere at the daycare.

He froze. The hose fell and the children looked at him like he'd ruined all their fun. They'd found him. He wanted to run, but there was no way he'd be able to get out without them catching him first.

"Harry," Severus whispered, just loud enough for Harry to hear it.

Harry's lip quivered a bit before he regained his voice. "Go on inside, kids. I'm sure Julia has your snack ready by now." The children, being oblivious as always, ran inside to the prospect of food. When they were finally all alone in the yard, Harry found the strength to speak. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Daddy," said a little voice and a small girl came running out from inside, wrapping her arms around Harry's leg. "What does 'fuck' mean?"

Harry looked up at Draco and Severus, horrified. They couldn't find out about Max and Alexa. "It's nothing, sweetie," he whispered, placing a soft kiss on her head. "Go back to your – to Max, okay?" She gave him a brilliant smile and skipped daintily back into the building.

"So you have a kid," said Draco in disgust. Harry nodded, mutely. "What? Did you get knocked up or did the mother leave you because you're so much of a slut?" Draco couldn't stop the words from coming out of his mouth and even before he'd finished that final, cruel word, he regretted saying it. But the girl he'd seen didn't look to be any older than three. Even so, Harry had every right to be with someone else – especially after what they'd done to him.

Severus looked on in shock, placing his hand calmly on Draco's shoulder. "Don't, Dray. That was uncalled for," he said even as they saw Harry's body begin to shake uncontrollably. He couldn't help but shake the feeling that there was something strikingly familiar about the girl, besides her obvious resemblance to Harry in her eyes. He stepped forward and tentatively pulled Harry into his arms. The smaller man stiffened. Then he struggled, but Severus was much stronger and Harry had no chance of getting away. "Harry, Draco didn't mean it. We've been looking for you for nearly five years. He's just a little uptight."

Harry leaned back slightly, so he could look Severus in the eyes. "Seriously?" The dark-haired young man couldn't believe it. It wasn't supposed to end up this way. They were supposed to have forgotten him a long time ago. He was supposed to be old news; history. "Did you ever get married?"

Severus held up his ring-less hand and smiled a sincere smile – something only a rare few people ever had the joy of seeing. "Nope. We've been waiting for you all this time."

Finally, Harry couldn't hold it back any longer. He completely broke down and wept. Severus held his soaking body like his life depended on it, not caring if Harry got him wet. A couple seconds later, Draco wrapped his arms around Harry from the other side. They stayed like that for a long time. Minutes ticked past as Harry sobbed for reasons Draco and Severus couldn't even begin to comprehend.

"Harry," whispered Draco after some time, "Harry, how old is she? Your little girl?"

Harry bit his lip, nearly drawing blood before responding in a shaky voice. "She just turned four last month."

Severus and Draco quickly did the math in their heads and stared at each other when they both realized exactly when she would have been conceived and exactly who had given birth to her. "Is she Blaise's or…"

"No," Harry said, shaking his head. "You don't understand: there's two of them. Twins. Each with different fathers."

For a long while, there was silence as they all contemplated Harry's words; let them sink in. Harry had twins. He'd gone through nine months of pregnancy without the other parents there to help him. And he'd kept those twins from their fathers for four years. "How could you do this to us?" whispered Draco.

"That night," began Harry, closing his eyes, "it shouldn't have happened. At least not the way it did. If I hadn't have wanted to both so badly, it would have been rape. You were drunk. I had to leave. And then I found out I was pregnant and I couldn't exactly come crawling back to you. You were both so happy before I showed up that night on your doorstep. I couldn't intrude and demand you take care of me and two babies you didn't need."

"Yes, you damn well could have," stated Severus, furious with Harry. "Just because we didn't expect them, doesn't mean they wouldn't have been loved. And you're right, Draco and I were happy before you showed up, but we weren't complete. Do you know the most perfect geometric figure, Harry? It's the triangle. And triangles have three points and a perfect 180 degrees. That's why we need you: you complete us Harry. You make us a perfect triangle."

"I'm sorry," murmured Harry, rubbing his face against the front of Severus' shirt. "I'm so sorry. I thought I was doing the best thing. I've tried to be a good parent. I've tried so hard…"

"Shh," Draco said, soothingly. "I'm sure you've been the best parent anyone could ever ask for."

"Can we see them, Harry?" asked Severus. "I can understand if you don't want to enter a relationship with Draco and I, but I think we've at least earned the right to see the children we helped create."

Harry nodded, numbly and led them inside the building. All the children sat at minute tables with equally small chairs. Harry motioned to the girl they'd seen before and a dark-haired boy who looked a lot like a younger, cuter version of Severus. They both bounded into his outstretched arms. Both Severus and Draco could nearly see the twins' love both Harry emanating off their small forms. A picture is worth a thousand words and not even a thousand-word essay could begin to describe how they both felt at seeing their two children embracing their almost-lover. "Alexa, Max, there's two people I'd like you to meet." He grabbed their tiny hands in his and led them to a smaller playroom, motioning with his head for Draco and Severus to follow.

Kneeling down in front of the two small children, he said, "You know how all the other children you know have a mommy and a daddy?" They nodded their heads enthusiastically. "Well, I am technically your mommy and you have two daddies." He turned to look at Severus and Draco and the twins' eyes followed.

"Really, Daddy?" asked Max in an awed voice

"Come, Maxy," said Alexa, grabbing her brother's hand and dragging him over to the two strangers. "Yo' reawy our daddies?" he demanded.

Severus smiled and nodded, lifting him up into his arms. "Yes, I suppose I am. What's your name?"

"Max James Severus Potter," he said with pride.

Harry sat back on the floor, watching the scene in front of him with teary eyes. He felt horrible for keeping his children from their fathers and Draco and Severus from their children all because of a ridiculous misunderstanding. He could see a million expressions flash across Draco's face when he held his daughter for the first time, from regret to absolute, uncontained joy. He briefly wondered if they'd have made better parents than him, but quickly dismissed the thought. Hermione was always telling him that he made a much better parent than she'd ever be.

"Would you like to come over for dinner?" he asked, unaware of doing so until he'd already said it. Alexa and Max let out squeals of joy and it was settled.


When Harry opened the door to his flat, he wasn't exactly susrprised to be jumped by the ever-faithful Moses, but he was more than surprised to see Hermione. "Oh, Harry, I was just wondering if you wanted me to take the twins–" Her sentence fell short as soon as she saw who was carrying said twins into the small flat. "Oh, Severus, Draco, fancy seeing you here," she said awkwardly.

"Hermione?" asked Draco, placing Max on the floor and watching him disappear somewhere with Alexa. "You knew about this?"

The girl flushed, but Harry stepped in between them before they could start quarreling. "I asked Hermione not to tell you. She didn't do it out of spite. Don't get angry at her. Get angry with me."

But neither Draco nor Severus could really bring themselves to get completely angry with Harry, especially when he was looking up at them with those huge, green, expectant eyes. When no one said anything, Harry sighed and asked Hermione, "Would you like to stay for dinner, too?"

She shrugged. "I actually just came over to see if you needed a break from the twins. I'm staying at my parents' place tonight and you know how much they love Alexa and Maxy. But now…"

"That would be lovely Hermione," Severus said, stepping up behind Harry and sliding his arms around the small man's waist. "We'll have plenty of time to get to know them, but right now we need to settle things with Harry." Draco was about to protest that he wanted to spend time with them right now, but he silenced as soon as Severus shot him a look and he realized that unless they got things right with Harry, they may never get to see their children at all.

Harry flushed violently, but nodded to Hermione. "I think they went to their bedroom." As soon as she went around the corner to their room, there was a loud amount of protesting and silence as they listened to her. Then there was soft giggling and the resounding sound of a pop as she apparated away. Harry shuffled his feet nervously. "I guess I'll make dinner then. Just make yourselves comfortable." With that, he wrenched himself from Severus' grasp and ran to the small kitchen. Ever since he moved to London, he hardly ever used his magic, figuring if he was going to be living with muggles, he may as well act like one. He set to work making dinner with what could be found around his house, which wasn't much. A few moments later, he felt them enter the kitchen.

"You know there's a much faster way to do that," said Draco, a smirk on his face. He flicked his wand and a dash of salt fell into the pan.

"Don't, Draco," Harry whispered, closing his eyes. "Please."

"You aren't a muggle, so why do you insist on doing it the muggle way?" asked Severus. "You're probably the most powerful wizard in the world. You defeated Voldemort when you were only sixteen."

And that's when Harry snapped. "You don't fucking know anything about me!" he bellowed, turning around to face them, his eyes burning with rage. "You don't know me. I'm not the person you think I am. You didn't know me then and you don't know me now."

Draco grabbed his arms and brought the struggling boy to his chest, attempting to calm him. "You're right, we don't know, but we want to, Harry. We've spent five years wanting to know you. You remember that night you ran away in the snowstorm? We loved you then, too." It was the first time any of them had said the L-word since that drunken night together. "Please, let us love you."


As if on cue, Severus came and nipped playfully at Harry's neck, leaving a nice-sized love bite. They pushed him against the counter and began ravaging his body. An arm slid up his shirt, another went down his pants and touched that part of him that no one but himself had touched in so long. "Please," he begged.

"Where's your room?" asked Severus.

"At the end of the hall," Harry gasped.

The elder wizard picked Harry up and slung him over his shoulder, ignoring Harry's annoyed protests. Draco opened the door to reveal a spacious room and a large bed. Harry had bought that bed on a whim and most of the time it just made him feel lonelier. Now he would have someone to fill that huge bed with him. Severus laid him on the bed carefully, as though he though he would break. "Hell, Sev, I'm not made of glass," he whispered, using Severus' nickname he'd always heard Draco use. Both larger men grinned from ear to ear.

Draco pinned Harry to the bed, kissing his full lips passionately, as Severus worked on sliding Harry's jeans and boxers off his scrawny legs. "Gosh, you're so skinny," Severus whispered, kissing the inside of Harry's thighs, so close to the place that needed to be touched.

"You try raising two kids and you tell me if food is the first thing on your mind," Harry said when Draco let him up for a breath of air.

Severus chuckled and set a light kiss on the tip of Harry's arousal, causing the boy to moan before Draco once again claimed his mouth. Harry attempted to buck his lips, but Severus pushed him back down. "Patience, Ry. Patience is a virtue."

"Harry has his own nickname now," Draco said, smiling down at Harry as though he were the most beautiful treasure in the universe. "'Ry'. I kinda like it."

Harry groaned in frustration. "Less talking, more action," he growled.

"I never thought you'd be such a demanding lover, love," Severus said, blowing on Harry's erection.

"Well, I wasn't until now."

Both Severus and Draco stopped then and looked at each other before looking back at Harry. "You haven't… done this with anyone… else, have you?" Draco asked, slowly.

"No!" responded Harry, astonished that they'd even asked. "There was only ever you and Blaise. And I never was demanding with Blaise, because we only ever did it simply for the fucking. And with you guys…"

"Shush," cooed Draco, placing a long finger on Harry's pink lips. "It doesn't matter. Just focus on now, okay?"

Harry nodded and closed his eyes, making it so Severus caught him completely unawares when he finally plunged his mouth over Harry's erection. The small boy moaned, loudly and then blushed a fierce red afterwards. While Severus worked on Harry's lower regions, Draco kissed and sucked along his neck, leaving a long trail of marks, claiming Harry as theirs.

The dark-haired boy was lost in so many sensations, he thought he'd completely lose it. He was extraordinarily lucky, he thought, to have to people who loved him this much. Severus definitely knew what he was doing. His tongue was moving in ways Harry didn't even realize a tongue could move. When the man stuck several fingers inside of Harry, he yelled out in pleasure. But Severus stopped and pulled back just as Draco went to lift up Harry's shirt, making Harry ever so slightly annoyed.

"Look, Sev," whispered the blonde. Closing his eyes, Harry felt them trace the long scar on his abdomen with their fingers. "What's that from, Harry?"

"Cesarean," Harry said, quietly. "After twelve hours, they decided that I should have a C-section, because the twins weren't coming."

"Oh!" exclaimed Draco, wrapping his arms around Harry's neck and pulling him close. "We should have been there. We should have been there…"

Severus pulled both of them into a hug, holding both their young, lithe bodies against his older, stronger one. They stayed like that for awhile, no one speaking, content in their silence. Then, Severus inquired, "Ry, are you ready to let us take you? We aren't moving too fast?"

Harry thought about it for a long while, scared and yet excited. Finally, he nodded, tentatively. "Yes."

Severus looked at Draco, who nodded in silent agreement. The elder wizard spread Harry's legs and was about to enter the young wizard when Harry interrupted. "Cast a contraception charm. And I've learned in the past few years that when wizards have sex without a contraception charm, ninety percent of the time the bottom gets pregnant."

"You don't want to have any more children with us?" Draco asked, a smirk on his face.

"You don't even know the two that you already have."

Severus shook his head good-naturedly and muttered the spell under his breath, taking Harry's hand in his. "Come on," he whispered and slid into Harry's entrance. The smaller man hissed in pain. It had been too long since he'd done this.

"Are you ok?" inquired Draco, worriedly. "We can stop…"

"No," said Harry, quietly. "Just… give me a moment." He completely stopped for a moment before nodding for Severus to continue.

Draco took the opportunity to claim Harry's mouth as his own, trying to make Harry feel as good as possible. Finally, Severus found his sweet spot, making Harry cry out for more. Again and again, Severus thrust into him while Draco touched every other available portion of his small frame. He was lost in his own sweet heaven.

Before Harry was allowed to cum, Draco slid into Harry, and took him slowly, lovingly, amazingly.

Within the next couple of hours, Harry had been taken more times than he could recall, finding himself amazed at their stamina.

Harry collapsed between his lovers. Severus managed to somehow separate their bodies before wrapping his arms tightly around Harry and settling back onto the large bed. Draco snuggled against Harry's other side and they all drifted off into a tired, sated sleep.



When Harry stirred awake again it was already mid-morning and he was alone in his huge bed, but the sheets around him were still warm, telling him that Draco and Severus must have just gotten up. A couple seconds later, he heard laughing coming from outside his door. When he tried to move, his body protested angrily, a sharp pain shooting up his backside. Still, he managed to get up and limp to his closet to pull out a pair of boxers and sweatpants. Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a large bloodstain on the bed where he had been not moments before. Somehow, he laughed to himself, he just wasn't surprised.

Pushing through the door and following the laughing to the living room, he found Severus and Draco sitting with Alexa and Max in a circle, playing what appeared to be patty-cake. The twins were obviously showing the other two up, though, because their giggles kept increasing. Harry stood back for a long time, watching his children and his lovers get to know each other. Even though Alexa was obviously Draco's and Max was obviously Severus's, neither of them played favorites. To them, Harry guessed, they were both their children.

Then, Severus's eyes happened to glance up and catch Harry's gaze. Draco's eyes followed his and they both smiled. "Good morning, sunshine," Draco said, smiling and standing up to waltz over to harry and place a chaste kiss on his lips.

"Dray," Harry said, warningly. "Not in front of the twins."

"Daddy?" Max asked, suddenly appearing in between the two. "Wha' are you doin'?"

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," Severus interjected, sliding his arms around Harry's waist and nipping at his already hickey-ed neck.

"Hopefully not too soon," Harry laughed, feeling completely content with the world.

"Weird," stated Alexa, looking up at them with suspicious eyes. They were awfully smart for their age. Harry just hoped they didn't learn too much too soon.

They all laughed. They were finally complete. Their perfect triangle. Plus two.



It was a warm day in early fall, just as the trees were beginning lose their leaves, when they were bonded. It was the first time Harry appeared publicly in the wizarding world since he'd run away more than five years before. They tried to keep it a small affair, but, of course, with Harry being the boy-who-lived, Draco being the only heir to the Malfoy inheritance, Severus being an supposedly unlovable potions professor, and two four-year-old children on the side, nothing was kept quiet for long. Everyone Harry had known during his school days turned up, including Blaise, who was looking very happy with his current boyfriend. Ron showed up with Hermione and even though he was angry at being kept in the dark for so long, he soon forgot his anger as Alexa and Max attached themselves to him.

The wedding was everything Harry could have ever dreamed of. He'd never felt so loved in his entire life.

Harry and the twins moved into Snape Manor. As much as Harry hated to leave his flat, he knew they'd never be able to all life comfortably there, especially if their family were to grow any… He still kept his job at the daycare, though, while Draco and Severus had their jobs during the day.

Alexa and Max loved Severus and Draco as much as they loved Harry, but Harry couldn't even imagine feeling jealous. They were a family now and in families, everyone loved everyone else equally.

One very snowy night, Harry came home to seeing their house completely decorated for Christmas. The twins were bouncing all over the place, placing ornaments in an odd fashion all over the house. Even Moses was adorned with reindeer antlers. "What's going on here?" he asked, jokingly, sweeping Max into his arms and kissing him on the nose.

"Daddy Sev and Daddy Dray said we could decorate!" he squealed, throwing his arms around Harry's neck and giving him a big hug.

Harry laughed and set his son back on the ground, watching him run off. He walked into the large family room, eyes going wide at the sight of a huge Christmas tree, twinkling with lights and tinsel and a shiny star perched daintily on the tip. He nearly jumped when he felt someone breathe onto his neck and turned to face both Draco and Severus who quickly led him to the couch, the same couch on which they had shared their first kiss, setting him down and turning off the lights. In the distance, they could hear Alexa and Max running around upstairs. Harry sighed contentedly and leaned back into his lovers' touches. "I have something to tell you," he said, slowly.

"What is it, Ry?" asked Severus, a worried tone rising into his voice.

Harry closed his eyes and let out a deep breath. "I went to see Poppy today."

"Why?" Draco inquired, equally anxious.

"Well, I've been throwing up a lot."


He paused, regaining his will to tell them. "I'm pregnant. With twins again. This is what I get for being a magical being with two lovers," he teased.

A silence passed over them for a long moment before Severus spoke. "But we've been so careful."

"Remember that one night in the bathroom when you just couldn't control yourself?" Harry teased.

Both his lovers chuckled a little before bringing him into a tight hug. "Oh, Ry, that's great," Draco said, enthusiastically. "I wanted to ask you if you'd like to expand our family, but there was never a good time."

"Well, you didn't have to, I guess," Harry grinned.

A moment later, the twins rushed into the room and pounced on their parents. "Boo!" they exclaimed at the same time.

Ah, yes, Harry wouldn't have changed any of this even if someone had offered him the world. "I love you."

There was a chorus of "I love you, too"s before Severus leaned down and claimed Harry's lips in his own. Then Alexa and Max chimed a simultaneous "EW!" and ran off again.

"I just love children," chided Severus.

"Yeah," agreed Draco. "We already have three of them in the house, basically."

Silence. Then, "HEY!" and with Harry's pout, he earned two smirks and he knew he'd be in for a long, but pleasure-filled night. And hell, who was he to complain?


Babblings: Well, I'm pretty sure this is the longest chapter of anything I've ever written. I hope the lemon was alright. I've never written a sex scene like that before. I spent a long time trying to decide if I should edit it and post the unedited version someplace else for those who were curious, but I decided that there was a lot of important dialogue. I just hope it doesn't get me banned. XD

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