Third Place - Angst

Harry sat with Draco at the Slytherin table and couldn't stop himself from touching the blonde. Well, he could stop himself but it just felt so good doing it that Harry saw no reason to stop. After all, it was not as if he had been keeping a low profile up until this point. So Harry indulged and kept his hand on Draco's thigh or would rub up against his arm or reach around behind him and drag a hand against the his back. Draco smirked the entire time and never said a word about it.

Again, Harry did not want to be parted from Draco after lunch. His friends had to nearly drag him away. He hated the fact that this was one of the two days that he did not share a class with any of the Slytherins. He was agitated, anxious and cranky during the rest of the day. He didn't even crack a smile when Trelawney predicted that he would be torn apart by wolves by winter's end. Ron muttered something about being a "randy git", but Harry ignored him and watched the seconds tick by on the clock. He was hot, irritable and fidgety and near ran out of the room once the day's classes had ended.

"Harry! Slow down!" Hermione reprimanded. She hitched her bookbag up onto her shoulder and glared at Harry as they made their way to the Great Hall. Harry wanted to skip dinner and go straight to Draco's room. But he was afraid that Draco would want to eat dinner and then Harry would be alone for an even longer time. So instead he was practically skipping beside his friends.

"Boy, it's a good thing Pomfrey took care of you lot or you'd be having a bloody litter in nine months," Ron grumbled.

"Actually, Hermione interjected, "Indago gestation only lasts for seven months. And did you know that Indago infants can eat solid foods at birth? Mashed up, of course, but their stomachs are perfectly able to handle it. Also they can crawl at four months and walk by seven months." Hermione's eyes showed her fascination for the subject. "Extraordinary, but could also just make a baby appear to be gifted. I imagine that was what your family thought, Harry. I bet you were considered a bit cranky because they wouldn't have thought to give you solid food so young and that you were a genius for being so far ahead developmentally."

"Mm hm," Harry said distractedly. He really hoped Draco was in the great Hall.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Well, I think it's fascinating, Hermione," Ron assured with a smile at the young woman.

"Thank you, Ron."

He was here! Harry knew he was here, just down that hallway, waiting for him. Without saying a word, Harry turned down the dark corridor and followed his instincts. So close, he was so close...

"Harry, where are you going?"

Harry sped up a little and suddenly a figure turned a corner and Harry slammed into them. He'd found him! Harry was beyond pleased with himself. Grasping the broad shoulders Harry tilted his head back to let him lick and bite as much as desired.

"Potter," a deep voice growled intensely.

"Oh no! Harry stop! It's Professor Snape!"

Harry distantly heard Hermione's cry but he didn't particularly care. He was enveloped in a Supero's scent and presence. That was all his body required at the moment. Strong hands grasped his upper arms and held him back. But they did not push him away.

"Harry, you need to leave," Snape's voice rasped. Harry looked up into the striking obsidian eyes. His own were bright with need.

"No," Harry whispered. "Need you."

"Harry! It's Snape!" Ron cried in anguish. Harry felt other hands pulling at his robes. Harry turned and forced the offending hands away and then came back to rub his body closer to Severus's. The potions master hands tightened on Harry's arms but still did not push him away.

Ron got up from where he had been shoved. His shoulder hurt where he'd slammed into the wall. He gave a distraught look to Hermione who stepped up a bit closer.

"Professor Snape," she called, "Would you like help?"

Black eyes were entranced as they gazed into green. Harry went up on his toes and gave a soft beseeching lick at the edge of Severus's collar. The dark eyes closed in pleasure then sprang back open.

"Ms. Granger..." Snape took a deep fortifying breath. "I require your assistance," he whispered. Harry ran his hands up Severus's sides and again attempted to grind up against the taller man.

"Ron, find his sweets bag," Hermione ordered pointing towards Harry's discarded bookbag. She went up to the entwined pair and began speaking to Harry. "Harry. Harry! Listen to me. You need to stop. It's Professor Snape you are attached to, not Draco." No response other than a small sound of distress when Snape's arms refused to let Harry get closer. "Harry! Remember Draco! He's in the Great Hall, just a few steps away."

"Here they are," Ron came up and handed Hermione the pouch. Quickly opening it she found a licorice wand and waved it in front of Harry's glazed eyes.

"Harry, have a sweet. It's your favorite flavor," Hermione urged. Harry grabbed at Snape's robes and tried pulling himself closer and again whispered, "Need you."

"This isn't working!" Ron yelled. Harry grasped Snape's arms and began pulling down at the elbow joint. At the same time he began breathing heavily, his face screwed up in need. This was the last straw for Snape's resistance because his arms gave and with a soft thud the bodies came together. Harry let out a cry of victory and began to almost crawl all over Snape. Again, he imploringly licked at Severus's neck as the potions master picked him up and slammed him hard against the wall.

"Hermione! What are we going to do?" Ron's face was flushed and upset.

"Don't panic, Ron!" Hermione yelled back. "You go find Draco and bring him here as fast as possible. I'll stay and try to keep things from going too far." Ron spun to run when Hermione grabbed his arm. "And what ever you do, don't bring the rest of the school with you!" Ron nodded and took off at a dead run.

Hermione turned back around and witnessed Harry wrapping his legs around Snape's waist. Pulling her wand and tossing the licorice wand down on the ground she stomped back to the ardent couple.

"Professor Snape! You need to desist now. You are molesting a student!"

Snape stopped attacking Harry's neck and raised his head.

"Neither of you are of sound mind at the moment. You are being driven by your instincts. Your animal instincts." Snape pulled away a bit when Harry tried to places his hands on his shoulders. But Harry was not to be deterred. Instead, he began unbuttoning Severus's robes and frock coat.

"Harry! Stop now!" Hermione yelled. "Draco is looking for you! He is waiting for you!" Harry finally had the coat undone and was rubbing his hands over the white lawn shirt underneath. Snape growled and resumed his assault on Harry's throat just under the right ear.

Hermione lifted her wand and cast a spell at them. A wave of water drenched them thoroughly. Both men gasped at the cold water and broke apart. She really hoped that would be the harshest spell she would need to cast but she was quite prepared to throw them away from each other if needed. It was nice that she had Snape's permission but she was honest enough with herself to know that she would have acted regardless, for her friend's sake.

"Professor Snape, please take hold of your senses," Hermione called out. "You need to be stronger than your impulses."

Harry shook the water off of him like a dog and once again began going after Snape. Unfortunately, the teacher's white shirt had become transparent with the dousing and allowed Harry to zero in on his targets. He immediately began rubbing at the pectoral muscles and their crowns. This effectively brought Snape's attention back to him and Hermione was left watching them trying to unclothe each other.

"Hermione! I've got him!"

Ron and Draco were walking quickly down the corridor. Once they were in range Draco stopped and watched the other two Indago try to press as close as possible to each other.

"Malfoy! Do something!" Ron cried pointing at the passionate pair.

Gray eyes were reluctantly torn from the scene and focused on Ron and Hermione. "You want me to stop this? It's hot!"

"Get your rocks off at another time, Malfoy!" Ron yelled. "Get in there and do your thing!"

Draco smirked. "Ah, so it was the fact that there are only two participants that has you two hacked off."

"Malfoy, separate them. Harry does not want this," Hermione said, pointing at the two writhing figures against the wall. The sounds of a zipper being pulled down had her turn her head away quickly and glare at Draco.

"Looks like he wants it to me," Draco leered. "Besides, if Snape wants him, there is little I can do. He's bigger. It's his right."

"But he asked for help," Draco showed disbelief at Hermione's words. "He did. Now get in there and distract Harry!"

"Don't order me about, Granger." Draco narrowed his eyes. "You shouldn't be interfering in this."

Hermione marched up to Malfoy and pointed her finger into his chest. "If you allow this, Harry and Professor Snape will both be angry with you. Perhaps you don't care about Harry's feelings, but do you really want the Head of your house and the bigger dominant pissed off at you?"

Draco narrowed his eyes and then gave a fierce smile. "You'd have been a wicked Slytherin, Granger. And yes, that is a compliment." Draco pushed past the vexed young lady and approached the other Indago.

Harry was enraptured. Severus was biting and licking at his neck, hands were all over him, and the dominant's shirt was open and exposing his chest and shoulders. Harry desperately wanted Severus inside him so that he could feel that wonderful feeling of rightness, but every time Harry tried to move things further along he was blocked. Severus stopped his hands when they tried to take his own clothes off, he was pushed so tightly against the wall that he had no room to maneuver. The closest he got was being able to slide his hand between them and unzip his trousers through the bunched up folds of his school robes.

Harry felt Severus tense and begin to pull Harry closer to him.

"Professor Snape, Draco is here to help you. He will take Harry away so that you do not need to molest him any longer."

"Geez, Hermione. Make it sound really disgusting why don't you."

"He responds to that, Ron, so shut it."

Harry heard those words, and somewhere they made sense, but all he could focus on right now was that he was in the middle of a territory war and that he had better make himself as small as possible at the moment or risk getting hurt in the fight.

Draco approached cautiously, head turned and neck exposed. Snape's eyes burned a cold fire as he saw the younger male approach. "Sir, Granger said you needed help. I am here if you still need it. I can get Potter off of you," Draco said in a quiet voice. Black eyes blinked and the body relaxed a bit as clarity began to reassert itself for a moment.

Breathing heavily, Snape spoke low. "Take him. Now." He began to unwrap his arms from about the subicio and disentangle himself. It was a slow and arduous task as his instincts obviously dictated something entirely different. Draco came cautiously closer and pulled at Harry. The smaller brunette was completely pliant in his arms allowing his legs to fall to the ground. Snape was freed and quickly pulled back until he was safely on the other side of the corridor. Wet hair hanging loosely in his face, clothing hanging loosely from his body.

"Go. Now," he rasped and Draco began dragging a docile Harry out of the hallway, followed by two silent Gryffindors and leaving behind a highly agitated potions master.

Once they were free of the small and dark passageway, Draco started in the direction of his room.

"Where are you going, Malfoy?" Ron asked in a huff. "Harry needs to eat and probably find some firewhiskey to blot out that entire incident. I know I do!"

"If you must know, I am taking him to my room where I will proceed to shag him blind as he is so obviously requiring it," Draco drawled. Ron winced at the mental image. "Now, any other asinine questions?"

"Just make sure he eats," Hermione said. A blush high on her cheeks she grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him towards the Great Hall.

"Draco."

Draco looked down at the wet Gryffindor. "Yeah, I'm getting there."

They only just made it into Draco's room before they were both naked and Harry found himself across the bed, Draco behind slamming into him. Harry couldn't have been happier. It crossed his mind that not five days ago he had been in this same exact position and in agony. Now all he felt was the desire to feel the rightness again. Which came when Draco did.

It was a red-faced Harry and a smug Draco that joined dinner late that night. Harry, after the afterglow of rightness faded, had to face the fact that he had been groping his potions professor. The greasy git, hook nosed, Snape himself. Only, Harry didn't remember any greasiness and Snape had been doing his fair share of groping. But the fact remained that he had been slobbering all over Snape like a whore. It was beyond embarrassing, especially when it really hadn't been as bad as it really should have been.

Harry absently stuffed food in his mouth as he conquered his discomfiture and confusion. Draco was just as quiet which was unusual for the mouthy Slytherin. He seemed to be in a pensive mood and the others at the table left him alone. At the Head Table there was no hint of Professor Snape.

"No, we're going down to the dungeons," Draco said casually as Harry started back to Draco's room after dinner. Harry frowned.

"Why? I thought we'd go back and, um, take a shower or something." Harry bit his lip and rubbed the back of his hand on Draco's arm. The blonde smirked but still kept them on course to the dungeons.

"Because," he explained, "I have something that'll be even better."

Harry frowned again. "What?"

"Seeing you and Snape go at it gave me an idea."

"No," Harry stopped walking. "No, whatever you're thinking is right out."

Draco crossed his arms over his chest. "Oh? And what am I thinking, then?"

Harry crossed his own arms and tried glaring but knew he probably only pulled off a petulant look. "You want to sit back and get your jollies out of up close and personal porn. I may have to let you do things to me but I just barely missed being scarred for life and I don't plan on risking it again just so you can explore an idea! I'm not bloody well doing it!"

Draco moved closer and backed Harry up against a wall. "You'll do it, Harry. And would you like to know why?" He did not wait for an answer. "Because you're gagging for it. Just think. Two of us. Four hands. Two mouths. Two tongues." He moved closer and whispered in the glazed Harry's ear. "Two cocks, all for you."

Harry's mouth went dry and his eyes widened. Just the words coming out of Draco's mouth were beyond tempting for the Gryffindor. But it would be wrong. It was Snape! Professor Snape! Potions master Snape!

Unfortunately, no matter how many ways he said it, the idea of Snape doing things to him was not giving him the willies as much as it should. Because it really really should.

"You see?" Draco drawled as he began nibbling bites along Harry's carotid artery. "Enticing isn't it? When one is done the other can start. No waiting." "But, but it's Snape," Harry weakly protested. He tipped his head to the side and let Draco have full access. "Besides, he doesn't want to."

"Oh, he only thinks he shouldn't. You almost had him in the hall, Harry." Progressively harder bites were administered making Harry feel twitchier. "Just think what could occur if we were behind closed and locked doors."

"But, you don't like to share," Harry tried again.

"No, that's true. But what I saw in that hallway was down right obscene!" Draco brought his mouth back up to Harry's ear and whispered in it, "It made me hard as a post right there. I was supremely grateful for our school robes."

Those words were the breaking point for Harry. He couldn't think straight anymore. He reached for Draco but the blonde quickly backed up.

"Ah ah, Harry," he said breathlessly. He held up his hand for Harry to take. "Just a few more steps and you can have me." Harry tried to fight. The voice was distantly heard and just hearing it again almost shocked Harry out of the trance. Almost. But its cautionary words about 'ruing the night come morning' were lost in the pheromone haze.

With bright eyes and flushed skin, Harry reached out and took Draco's hand and was quite eagerly led towards a certain professor's rooms.

Indago - Chapter 34

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