|Slash Pervert (slashpervert) wrote,|
@ 2013-01-10 00:08:00
|Entry tags:||fiction, stalking malfoy|
FIC: Stalking Malfoy - Chapter 15: Shades of Grey (COMPLETE)
Title: Stalking Malfoy
Authors: slashpervert and pierrot_dreams
Betas: Jake and Mini Mouse.
Fandom: Harry Potter
Length: 41,780 words (15 chapters)
Pairing: Severus/Draco/Harry (Severus/Draco, Harry/Severus, Harry/Draco as well as Draco/others in backstory.)
Summary: Harry is determined to catch Malfoy and Snape plotting evil. What he finds shocks him even more than he imagined. The worst shock isn’t that Malfoy and Snape are shagging, but that Harry is more turned on by that than he has ever been. (Sequel to Stalking Malfoy's Arse, or Midnight Machinations.)
Warnings: (Mark to read.) Language, M/M & M/M/M sex including anal, oral, threesome, voyeurism, mild D/s, spanking. Teacher/student. Adult/teen age disparity.
Notes: PWP. Canon to OTP, AU from sixth year. Snape teaching potions. The first draft of this was written a couple years ago. Icon from, with permission, Veridari's art, Desired.
Disclaimer: This is a non-commercial work of fan fiction intended for adult audiences only. No copyright or trademark infringement intended. (Full Disclaimer!)
Chapter Number/Total: 15/15
Chapter Title: Shades of Grey
Words: 1300 Words
"The boy will fail, Albus," Severus insisted, more agitated than Harry ever remembered seeing him.
Dumbledore was seated at his desk, watching with a benevolent expression as Severus paced in front of him. "Your priorities are confused, Severus," Dumbledore said mildly, steepling his fingers. "The Malfoy child is quite beside the point."
Severus' scowl was worse than anything he'd ever turned on Harry. "I took an Unbreakable Oath. Either he kills you or I have to finish the assignment for him!"
Harry shivered, and it had nothing to do with the temperature of the Pensieve liquid. There was a part of his brain that was stridently insisting that this must be a lie, a trick – but memories couldn't be faked, could they?
Dumbledore shook his head, smiling sadly. "Severus, Severus," he chided. "I have everything perfectly under control. You needn't worry about the whys and wherefores of your mission. It is not for you to question my orders."
"I'm not questioning, I'm telling you," Severus retorted. "Draco needs our protection. The Dark Lord has threatened to kill both his parents unless he kills you, but if we offered the Malfoys safety, they could aid our side."
Dumbledore's smile didn't so much fade as harden into a thin line of annoyance. "We hardly owe our help to such people as Lucius Malfoy and his shrew of a wife. Have you forgotten, Severus, that they went willingly to Voldemort?"
Severus froze in place, face twisting and his breathing ragged. "Have you forgotten, I did as well?" he hissed.
"Ah, but you redeemed yourself," Dumbledore said kindly. "You crossed enemy lines, as it were. Malfoy has made no such overtures."
"He has," Severus said softly. "I know for a fact that he doesn't want to follow the Dark Lord."
Dumbledore shrugged. His expression held an emotion Harry had never seen on the man's lined face before: indifference. "The Malfoy boy had many opportunities to renounce the folly of his parents," he said. "He has enjoyed the benefits of being their heir too much to do so."
Severus shook his head. "I also swore to protect Draco," he said. "I took an Unbreakable Vow."
Dumbledore's smile was no longer really a smile. It had settled into a grim rictus that seemed to distort his features. "You will do nothing to interfere with my plans," he said with awful, freezing calm. "You will obey me. You will put no other allegiance before mine. You will regard the Malfoy boy as a pawn to be carefully positioned for optimal efficacy. Nothing more."
Harry stumbled back from the Penseive, almost tripping over his own feet in his haste to get away from the memory. He felt as though his head had been stuffed with cotton wool. He couldn't think. Couldn't do anything but stare from Snape to Draco to the Penseive to Snape. They would begin to laugh now, surely? It was a joke. A trick. Some twisted puppet show designed to turn him into a dumb idiot. But Harry knew with an awful, dull certainty, that it was real. And he knew that nothing would ever be the same again.
The three of them had dressed and come to Snape's office to use his Pensieve. Snape was sitting in his chair, face as dour as ever while he watched for Harry's reaction.
Draco had been perched on the edge of the desk but he stood when Harry stumbled, hands hovering nervously in the air as if stuck in the act of trying to steady Harry, but stopping short of actually touching him.
"So," Harry said, voice cracking only a little. "So that's the way he thinks of us. As – pawns."
Draco must have come to a decision, because the fingers of his right hand fluttered before coming to rest on Harry's arm. The other still wavered and Draco's eyes were open in what seemed like concern.
Severus scowled. "It's a battle that began long before any of us were born. He truly believes his goals justify the means, whatever they are or whoever he has to sacrifice."
Harry barely heard him. Draco's fingers were warm on his arm. Warm, and a little sticky. In spite of everything, Harry found the corners of his mouth turn up. Carefully, not wanting to startle Draco away, he touched his hand, stroking the pad of his thumb across Draco's knuckles and down to his wrist. He'd never imagined that such a small part of a person could be so fascinating. Maybe, he thought, it just had to be the right person.
"Whose side am I on then?" he wondered aloud. "Are there even sides anymore?"
"I would agree that the Dark Lord must be stopped. He is mad, and that makes him even more dangerous than before," Severus replied.
Draco gave a small nod, though in answer to Harry's touch or Severus' words, Harry didn't know. His other hand came to rest on Harry's waist, squeezing gently as he trembled under Harry's soft touches.
"But if Dumbledore is treating people like chess pieces, he's just as bad," Harry said. "Well, not just as bad – he's never Crucio'd a Muggle or lived on the back of some bloke's skull – but not, you know – good."
Severus nodded. "And Fudge and the Ministry are another ... bad. I think you begin to see the picture."
Harry curled his hand around Draco's. He'd never been this close to him before without either attempting to hex him or wanting to fuck him. It was...nice, the closeness. The thought came to Harry that he hadn't experienced physical affection like this in a long time. Possibly ever.
"The big picture," Harry repeated. "Yeah, it seems to be painted in varying shades of gray." He huffed in frustration. "But what can we do if the good guys aren't ... good?"
"Shades of grey, certainly. I doubt the sides have ever been as clear as you would like," Severus answered.
Draco's long fingers wrapped in Harry's, his other arm tightening so that he drew Harry's body alongside his own, hip-to-hip. "And ... not all purebloods want what that madman wants," he added quietly.
"So we need a middle path," Harry said slowly. "You two and me. How do we stop Voldemort?"
"There are those who would be willing to follow a strong leader who provided another option," Severus answered. "It would be dangerous."
"I would," Draco said softly, his eyes never leaving Harry's face.
Harry smiled at Draco and squeezed his hand. A thought struck him. He turned to Severus. "But what about you? Where do you fit in all this?"
Severus looked away and Harry realised the man did that to hide his emotions. "I chose wrong the first time."
"But you can help us now!" Harry insisted. "You know more about both sides than anyone else."
"He does," Draco agreed. "And he knows Legilimancy."
"I have been working both sides for fifteen years. Now you want me to work for three?" Severus asked, arching an eyebrow.
"You were never completely loyal to either side," Harry pointed out. "But–" he hesitated, then plunged in. "But you're loyal to me, aren't you? To Draco and me."
The older man blinked, black eyes turning away. Harry finally understood what he was seeing. The emotions were there, just very well controlled. "Yes, I am. Always," Severus said, raising his eyes again and looking into Harry's.
"Then it's settled," Harry said, hugging Draco to his side. "Us three against the Voldemort." He reached out his hand to Severus, who rose to his feet, coming around the desk and taking it. Harry drew him in, and the three of them were now pressed close, holding each other.
"Yes, the three of us together, against anyone who would hurt us," Draco whispered.
[This ends this story. We hope you have enjoyed reading as much as we did writing it. While we have no plans for a sequel at this time, I do wonder how different the war would be with these three teamed up.]