Third Place - Angst

Harry hit the ground hard. Fixing his glasses, he scrambled to his feet quickly knowing that he should apologize profusely. He knew without looking up that the wall had actually been Professor Snape and he hoped he had not hurt or inconvenienced the teacher. The same teacher who had barely moved at the impact.

"Potter." Snape's voice was tight. Harry came forward, lowered his head, and began to rub his hands across Severus's front, looking for damage to his person or wardrobe.

"Forgive me, sir."

Before Snape could make a response, Draco slid into the narrow corridor. "No. He's mine now."

Harry felt a hand grasp his arm, pull it away from Snape and slam him into the wall. His arm was pinned out away from his body and Snape was holding it there. A dark head became unfocused as it closed in and buried itself in Harry's neck. Harry leaned his head away to allow easier access for the older man. Snape's teeth closed on the rapid pulse in Harry's neck and then pulled back and turned towards the blonde.

"It appears to me that you can not hold onto him," he drawled.

"He ran away from me after he was wallowing in the scent of another."

Snape's head whirled toward Harry and a long fingered hand clasped his throat. "That was disrespectful of you, Potter. How dare you?"

"I'm sorry, sir," Harry whispered. "I didn't know he was going to hug me. I won't do it again."

Draco took a few steps closer. "That's still not good enough."

Without releasing the young man in his grasp, Snape spun to face Draco and snarled at him. Draco immediately stopped and lowered his head, turning it to the side, exposing the tendons and veins in his neck. Snape turned back to Harry and leaned in closer. He replaced the hand around the other's throat with his mouth. Harry felt the man's tongue making smooth sweeps about the rim of his collar. Draco began making his way slowly toward the two of them, his head still lowered in a respectful, submissive manner. Once he reached them he waited until Snape moved to the side allowing Draco access to Harry's body as well. Harry tipped his head back as they each began biting and licking at his throat. He felt tugging and then a long cool hand was clawing at his chest and stomach while Draco pulled his other arm out away from his body, pinning it to the wall as he continued to attack Harry's neck.

"You have had him." Snape growled around Harry's Adam's apple.

"Yes," Draco spoke from near Harry's ear. "Do you want him?"

Before Snape could answer, a voice spoke from the opening of the corridor where Harry had entered.

"Professor Snape. Do you require assistance in handling these two students?" Dumbledore asked in a carrying voice. Snape pulled away from Harry but did not release him.

"Professor Snape, would you like some help?" Dumbledore asked again. There was a strong undercurrent in his voice but Harry was too overwhelmed in the two dominants' presence to grasp it. But Snape obviously did because he slowly released his hold on Harry's wrist and abdomen. Snape was visibly battling himself, his hands were unclenching, his breathing was deep and ragged and his eyes were clenched shut.

"No, Headmaster, I will be able to handle them myself." He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He stared directly into Harry's eyes until Harry quickly lowered them. Snape grabbed Draco's shoulder and pulled him back. Draco growled but complied. Harry's arms dropped back down to his sides. He knew Draco was still angry and that Severus was still annoyed with him for his transgression with Jack. Inundated with the urge to please both, Harry fell to his knees and crawled to them. Leaning forward he laid his head on Draco's thigh and began to rub his cheek back and forth.

"Albus, do something."

"I can't, Minerva. Without permission from them I can not interfere."

"Then ask Mr. Potter for his permission!"

"I assure you, Harry is not in the correct state to give it and not giving it would only add to his problems with regards to his house."

Harry distantly heard the voices down the hall but they were not as important as placating his Superos. Not getting any response from Draco, he scooted his body closer and hugged the leg. His hands went under the school robes and were clawing the backs of the trouser clad legs. Finally, Harry felt the hand run through his hair in acknowledgement. Harry turned his head and placed a kiss on the wool-clad thigh and then crawled to Severus who still had hold of Draco. When Harry went to lean his cheek onto the teacher's thigh, the feet took a step back. Harry felt bereft. He had failed to please. He crawled forward a bit more and began to pull at his already open robes and shirt, baring his chest and abdomen for Severus's pleasure. The feet stopped and Harry rubbed his chest up the black trouser covered leg until he was able to place his cheek onto the thigh as close to the groin as possible. He rubbed back and forth coming dangerously close to laying his lips on the potion master's crotch. But to do that would be too forward without permission.

Fingers ran through his hair, acknowledging and accepting his apology. Harry knew that both were now satisfied. Sitting back on his heels, head down, he waited.

"He has shown his contrition. It is done. Go to class." Snape made the pronouncement quietly and then whirled away. The crowd at the end of the hall parted quickly to allow him to leave the area.

Harry felt a bit more himself after Snape had walked away, but he was still staying on his knees even with the crowd watching. He refused to give Draco any reason to up the humiliation factor. It was high enough as it was.

"You heard him, Potter," Draco said as he grabbed Harry's hair, using it to pull the brunette to his feet. "Get to class."

"Yes, Draco." Harry began to follow the same route Snape had taken when he felt a tug on the back of his robe. Draco pulled him back and put his mouth close to Harry's ear.

"If you ever run from me again you will not like what happens to you," Draco whispered in his ear. "And remember, Snape may be stupidly fighting his urges, but disobedience is never tolerated by him. So expect that I shall have some company in teaching you your place." Draco shoved him against the wall and stalked away. Harry quickly followed behind.

Again, the crowd parted as they came out of the narrow hallway. Harry gave a brief smile to Hermione and Ron to show that he was okay, but he stayed right behind Draco. McGonagall looked extremely annoyed and Dumbledore's face showed worried compassion.

Hagrid gave them strange looks the entire class period, but Harry remained at Draco's side. He endured ridicule and insults from the Slytherins and pitying looks from the Gryffindors. Jack stayed very far away. But Harry was content that Draco was no longer angry with him and other than the occasional push, insult, or warning that he was straying too far away, Draco left him alone.

As they began their walk back up to the castle, Draco fell back a bit and cornered Jack. Harry was unable to hear what Draco whispered in the frightened Gryffindor's ear, but it made Jack pale and rush past Harry without a glance. Harry wanted badly to talk with his teammate and hoped that Hermione and Ron would speak with him tonight. Smirking, Draco walked back up to Harry.

"Call your friends over here, Harry," Draco ordered pleasantly. Harry looked up the path to where his friends were keeping a surreptitious eye on him and Draco. Harry waved them over and with an exchanged look, they made their way back down the path. The other students passed them as they walked to lunch, leaving the four of them alone. Hermione and Ron came within ten feet of them and stopped. Their heads were up but their eyes were careful not to meet Draco's eyes.

"Just wanted to let you know that any other interferences will result in Harry being severely punished. Try it again and he'll feel it." Draco brushed past them, banging Hermione's shoulder roughly as he passed. Ron's face tightened in anger but he kept still. Harry gave his friends an apologetic look before following Draco. He caught up with him and lightly touched the blonde's arm with the back of his hand.

"What?" Draco asked sharply without looking at him.

"Draco, I� May I sit with my friends at lunch?" Draco turned icy eyes on him and Harry quickly continued. "The Slytherins do not like me and I do not wish to interrupt your meal with any distractions."

"No, Harry. You and the rest of the school need to learn who you belong to. Your ass is mine. You will sit at my table because that is my desire. You will eat if I want you to eat and what I want you to eat. I couldn't care less if my housemates hate you and that makes you uncomfortable. Too bad." Draco stepped through the Main Doors and continued on to the Great Hall. "You will join up with the Gryffindorks in your next class. That is soon enough. And I hope for your sake they take my promise seriously."

Indago - Chapter 17

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