Disclaimer: I still don't own 'em, I'm still not profiting from my use of them, and I promise to return them at the end of the day. If they don't want to go, that has nothing to do with me. I promise. The quote belongs to Oscar Wilde, but I think I did point that out already.

Warning: Although there isn't a damned thing wrong with it, this story contains material of the male/male/male nature. If you've read this story and have made it this far without realising this, there is simply nothing I can do to help you. You might try some more medication, or something. Or less, as the case may be...

A/N: This was the fucking chapter from fucking hell. I started switching things around and leaving a whole lot of unanswered questions until I actually read the whole chapter and realised that it was complete and utter crap. I have spent far more time than I am sure is good for me trying to make sure that all my loose ends are tied up, questions have been answered, and everything has been explained in a hopefully coherent and plausible manner. That having been said, I shall leave you to your reading. Please do enjoy!<

Looking, Learning, Moving On

            I'm so proud of Hagrid. He's been having us work with these Welsh Green and Opaleye hybrids for the last week and he went about breeding them totally legally. He's been attempting to create a breed of dragon that is more human-friendly so that one day they might be able to be considered pets; he told the Ministry that he was hoping that they would make better domestic guards or something like that. That's Hagrid for you. But really, he might be on to something. These dragons are quite personable most of the time. They tend to take on the characteristics of whomever they were raised by and I am guessing this mostly because no one else's dragon seems to have a problem paying attention to what is going on around it. Seamus seems to have rubbed off on our little Henbane.

            He's talking to her right now, actually. "So voles are one of your favourites, eh? Don't care for them much, myself, but to each his own, right? I prefer pasta to voles, but that's just me. I couldn't imagine that you'd like pasta all that well, being as you're a dragon and all. I'm just glad I don't have to bleed these things. I couldn't imagine having to subsist off of blood alone. Or blood at all. But that's why I'm a vegetarian. That and -now this is just between you and I- it makes one smell better. And taste better, from everything I've been told." And so on. He has conversations with her like this for the whole class period. No wonder the poor creature's kinda weird.

            Watching Seamus work with his dragon is what I imagine most mothers to be like with their children. He babies her to an insane degree. She's the only dragon who has a bed made out of bits of cloth and rags and things instead of just hay like the rest of them have. She's the only one who gets bathed regularly, who gets stories read to her, and god only knows what else he does with her. If ever there was a person who was in need of a dog or something, Seamus would be them. But dogs are just not special enough for Seamus; he's got a dragon, and he loves her more than life itself. It's going to break his heart when he's got to give her up when school's over.

            "Go on, Hen. Go see what Daddy's got for you," he says, pushing her in my direction. I've got the other half of the bucket of voles that is her lunch. Though I really hate it when he calls me 'Daddy'. It makes me feel so... dirty. That's a sodding dragon, not a child. He does the same thing with Draco, but he's off at some prefects meeting or something.

            "Really, Seamus, must you call me that?"

            "She knows who her parents are, don't you, Hen?" he says, beaming at his dragon as he strokes her neck scales. And I think that she likes him about as much as he likes her. She coos. Can you believe that? This dragon actually coos. I've never heard of a dragon that didn't roar. Then again, this one smiles, too. Go figure.

            "All right, Hen, ready for more?" I've even gotten into the habit of talking to her. See what he does to me? He's forced me into treating a dragon like a human being. She really is cute, though, you know. She smiles at me before she takes the rodent from my hand. She never snaps; she's really very gentle. Maybe she really does like me? "Oh! Did you hear that?" She just cooed at me! She's never done that before!

            "See, Harry, I told you she loves her Daddy." He's absolutely glowing with pride. If he's this bad with an animal, I wonder what he'd be like with a baby. World's greatest mother, without a doubt.

            "Not as much as she loves her Mummy, though," I say with a grin. I admit I totally get off on calling Seamus 'Mummy'; he fits the part all too well.

            "And I love you, too, Hen." Great. Now he's kissing her. And she's going into a fit, purring like there's no tomorrow. Here we have the first human-dragon love affair, right before our very own eyes. I can't help laughing, though Seamus looks a bit put-off. "What? What is so funny?"

            They are both sitting here staring at me. Seamus has one hand on his hip, the other draped over Hen's shoulders, scratching her neck. "You."

            "Thanks, love."

            "I only mean that with the utmost respect and affection," I defend myself.

            "Is that so?" he challenges me. His characteristic grin is back in place and even Hen is smiling again.

            "You know I love you, and that is the only reason I insist upon laughing at you."

            "You have the strangest logic, my dear. But whatever. I love you, too. Now finish feeding your dragon. She's going to starve to death."

Ha! She's almost as big as Seamus himself, and she'll be bigger than him within the next week. And considering that he helps Hagrid out with her whenever he gets a chance, I don't think that this particular creature is going to be starving any time soon. She continues to purr as she finishes off her bucket of voles. She's really a very delicate eater, unlike the rest of the dragons. Ron and Hermione's has kind of a volatile nature. It sticks its head in the bucket to eat. Hmm. Hen's perfect. Then again, I would think that, wouldn't I? Damn Seamus. If he hadn't started calling me 'Daddy' to the damn thing I would not be so attached to her. So he does strange things to me.

            "What're you all smiley about?" he asks, breaking my current train of thought.

            "Oh, I was just thinking about the strange things you do to me."

            "Harry! Really, not in front of-" he gestures with his hand toward Hen. "Don't want to be putting dirty ideas into the mind of a child, do we?" He's trying to look stern. "Like what?"

            "Hmm. Can't tell you. Don't want to corrupt anyone."

            "Fine, then. But don't think I won't forget."

            "Of course." That does kind of go without saying.

            Wrinkling his nose in an expression of confusion, he says, "Wait. Don't think I will forget. There."

            "All righ'. You kids've done 'mazing! These dragons're really goin' ta impress 'em at the Ministry," Hagrid says, laying a hand on my shoulder. He's squatting down with us. "Hen's really a good girl, Seamus. You done well."

            "Thank you, Sir," Seamus replies with utmost pride.

            "Never knew a dragon ta purr, though," he says as he pets the iridescent green scales. "You ever thought about goin inta caring for magickal creatures?"

            "You mean professionally?" Seamus looks like he just got the best Christmas present ever.

            "You'd be good at it," Hagrid continues.

            "Yeah, I would be good at it. What do you think, Hen?" he asks the dragon. She purrs louder in response as she nuzzles her head against his chin. "I think that's affirmative. Remind me when I come back tonight, will you?"

            "Sure. Might wanna get 'er ready ter go back ter the pen. Class is over in a few minutes," he pats Hen once more before he heads off to talk to the rest of class.

            "Did you hear that, Harry? I'm great with animals!" Seamus starts as soon as we start on our way to bring Hen back to the pen that Hagrid has set up behind his hut.

            "I did hear that, Seamus. Congratulations, love."

            "Thanks!" He's trying to steer Hen in the door, but she wants to stay out. "Go on, Hen, I'll be back in a few hours." Reluctantly, she lets herself be lead into the pen. "Mummy loves you," he gushes as he walks out to join me. "I hate it when she gives me that look."

            Seamus is probably the only person in the world who gets 'looks' from a dragon. "Come on, love, she's fine." I've got to drag him away from her. She's sitting there looking like she's going to cry. I've got to get myself away from her. I don't like it when she's unhappy like that, either. I guess I get 'looks' from dragons as well.

            "So, what strange things were you thinking of?" he asks, going back to our other conversation. I can't believe he remembered.

            "Oh, nothing too strange. Just your standard whips, chains, and leather," I reply nonchalantly. Though, it is rather difficult to remain nonchalant when images of Seamus in leather and chains are running rampant through one's brain.

            "Whips, eh?" he asks innocently as he raises an eyebrow.

            "What did you have in mind?"

            "Actually, Harry, I want to know what you were really thinking about."

            After how many (?) months together, Seamus has learned to read me like an open book. He can tell at any given moment whether or not I'm telling the truth. And, while that is an undoubtedly delectable image, Seamus in leather and chains isn't exactly what I had in mind. I've been wanting to bring this up for some time now, but never really knew how to approach the subject. Now's as good a time as any, I suppose. All right, here goes. "Well, it's funny you should ask me that question. I uh... hmm. How do you feel about... say... something along the lines of voyeurism?" There. It's out.

            A great grin has seized his face. "The truth comes out! Finally, finally! So our little Harry is an exhibitionist, eh? What exactly did you have in mind, love?" He has hooked his arm through mine and is whispering conspiratorially as we walk up to the main doors of the castle.

            "Well, I've always wondered... you know... about you and Draco. I mean, I know what it's like to be a participating party, for lack of a better term, but I've been wondering what it's like for... well, for both of you," I manage to get out. This really isn't your everyday discussion material. It's rather hard to say all this without feeling dirty or juvenile. And I think that what I want is okay. Maybe not normal, but okay. And considering that what I'm after includes the two strangest people I have ever met in my life, I don't think I've got a lot to worry about.

            "In other words, you want to watch us shag the daylights out of each other?" he summarises.

            "Well, yes. Unless, of course, you don't like that idea. I would fully understand if you were to-"

"Harry, my love, I would love to do anything in the world for you. Just let me talk to Draco first," he says with a smile. "And then I'll tell you when and where."

I hold the door open for him and he just struts through as though he owns the damn place. That is part of the reason I love him as deeply as I do. He's got no illusions about me or Draco or anything. He knows exactly who he is and where he stands and what part the rest of the world plays in his life. Instead of surrounding himself with ugly, negative people like most are inclined to do, Seamus seems to find the beauty in all the people around him and he thrives off of it. Excluding those few weeks after he was assaulted by Blaise Zabini, he has remained the perpetual bright spot in mine and Draco's lives. I've never really seen myself as a particularly interesting or pretty creature, but Seamus makes it out that I am the best. Watching him swing his hips as he walks, I can't help but marvel at what an astounding creature he really is. Seamus is as real as they come and I couldn't ask for anything more.

"So, Harry?" he calls over his shoulder. "Shall I meet you in the common room?"

"Whatever you say."

"All right, then." He blows me a kiss and winks at me as he walks off toward the dungeons, leaving me in awe by the front doors.

"Yep, right where you said he would be," Ron's voice comes from behind me. I know I should turn around and acknowledge his presence, but I cannot draw my eyes away from Seamus' backside. "Here," he hands me a handkerchief, "wipe your mouth, you're starting to drool."

"I'd rather make a puddle, thank you."

"Suit yourself. I was just trying to be helpful," he laughs as he pockets his rag. "Hermione!"

"Wot?"

"Maybe you should have offered her the handkerchief," I tease. She is staring after Seamus the same as I have been.

"Really, Hermione," Ron admonishes.

"Damn, Ron, that ass would make anyone drool. Have you actually looked at that boy? My god," she tries to defend herself.

"Gee, thanks."

"Oh, come on. You know I love you and he loves Harry," she says as she gives him a kiss.

"All right, then." He seems content with that answer as he is once again grinning from ear to ear. "Hey, Harry? You wanna come to the library with us?"

Being as I've got nothing better to do than wait for Seamus to return, I follow along behind them. I wonder what Draco will say?..

**

            Stupid fucking prick. He always manages to ruin my day even when he's not technically around. I just got an owl from Lucius. It reads,

                        Draco,

It has been brought to my attention that you have been cavorting with some Gryffindor boy in a manner that is simply unacceptable. 'Alternative lifestyles', or whatever your kind likes to call your deviance, is simply out of the question. You are a Malfoy; you have a reputation to maintain. I don't care how you do it, but you are to sever all ties with this boy immediately. Should I hear one more word about this from anyone, I will be forced to take some kind of action. I am sure that you would like to avoid that.

Lucius

'Some Gryffindor boy'? 'Sever all ties immediately'? Fuck that. And just who the hell does he think he is? He may be my father, but he's got no right to dictate to me how I should live my life. Not even I have a choice in this matter. It's not my fault I was born this way. And just what sort of action does he propose to take? Fuck it.

                        Lucius,

Sever all ties? I think not. You may throw everything that I still have at Malfoy Manor on the front lawn for all I care. Burn it while you're at it. I can assure you that you need not worry yourself about my well being any further. And you also needn't worry about me shaming the family name. I shan't be using it any longer.

Draco

            There. That sounds all right. Of course I'll still go by Malfoy, but I just wanted to throw that in for good measure. Unless... *giggles*

                        P.S. How do you like Finnegan? Or would you prefer Potter?

            Much better. That one is sure to get a hell of a rise out of him. Maybe he'll have an aneurysm and leave the world alone. Poor man's getting senile in his old age if he thinks that I'll do exactly what he pleases just because he tells me to. Well, I probably would still be doing exactly what he said if not for who that 'Gryffindor boy' is. Clearly he is not referring to Harry. If he were, I would be laying on the floor, dying from some sort of hex he'd put in his envelope. Lucius has always been rather amusing like that, including curses and things in his more volatile letters.

            My return letter is written on the backside of his, and I am now tying it to his owl. I hate this stupid fucking bird; it always bites me. Good, get the hell out of here, you worthless piece of shit owl. It's flying rather fast. Good. Lucius will receive my response before dinner time. Looks like I'm free from here on out. *sighs in contentment* It's about sodding time.

            Okay, so I just totally fucked myself. I have no home, no money, no family. And I graduate in two months. I've got nowhere to go, nothing to do, and I think I like that idea. I wonder what it's like to be poor? I wonder what it's like to be anonymous? I wonder what it's like to be free?

            For all seventeen years of my life I have been living in Lucius' shadow. Before Voldemort was brought back, I was simply a clone. I existed to learn how to be Lucius. Then when Voldemort came back, I was to be his heir. Then he fell again and I was to be Lucius' clone once more. My father is not a very powerful man these days; he sits alone in his fucking mansion and dreams up ways to bring Voldemort back. I think he really is going crazy and I think that my mother is getting ready to commit him to St. Mungo's. After this incident, perhaps she will.

            Mother would accept me back into the house and the family if Lucius were gone. She knows all about me. She knows I'm gay and she knows about Seamus. In fact, she's rather fond of him. She met him at King's Cross when we both went to our respective homes for Christmas. When Lucius isn't around, my mother is really quite charming and pleasant to be around. Hmm. Maybe she'll just poison him or something and leave it at that. Make everyone's life simpler.

            Potter or Finnegan? Draco Potter. That sounds very odd, like some kind of gardening product or something. Ha! Lucius would love it! Or how about Draco Finnegan? I think I like the sound of that much better. The 'Finnegan' part is too long to make the 'Draco' part sound of much consequence. Better yet, how's Finnegan-Potter? The best of both worlds, that is.

Jesus sodding Christ, Draco, what the hell are you doing? You sound like some nine-year-old girl who's just gotten her first boyfriend who she swears she's going to marry.

So I'm a nine-year-old girl at heart. There, my awful secret is out. Sheesh. Hardly. I doubt that a nine-year-old girl could pull off a polygamous relationship. So I'm a seventeen-year-old girl at heart. That is definitely more accurate.

"Hiya!"

Ah, Seamus! Just the person I wanted to see. Just the person I always want to see. "Hi." Though I always seem to lose my vocabulary when he comes around...

"What're you so smiley about?" he asks as he sits in front of me on my bed. "I don't think I've ever seen you like this."

That is such a lie. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm always like this when you're around."

"All right, so you've got a point. I just wanted to hear you say it." He leans toward me for a kiss so I pull him closer. "But really, love, you're looking quite stunning at the moment. Have you done something to your hair?"

"No, I just got disowned."

His mouth is so lovely. Aside from having strong lips, he always tastes so fresh. Not all minty like toothpaste makes one taste, but he's naturally like that. He's like some incredible kind of fruit and honey and wind all combined into something almost unreal.

"Wait a second." He pulls back with a frown on his face. "Did you just say you were disowned?"

"Yes I did." I try to pull him closer to me again, but he's not all that interested at the moment. "What?"

"What do you mean 'what'? What brought that on? Or was it just a spur-of-the-moment decision?"

"A bit of both, actually."

"I only made one suggestion. How could you say both? What's the second part?"

"You're not going to let this go, are you?" I already know the answer to that question, but I always feel inclined to ask. Don't ask me why, it's just one of those games we always play with each other.

"Not a chance."

"My father said I had to go straight and dump you, so I told hm to get bent. In so many words."

"So he disowned you?"

"Not yet, but he will. He should be getting my owl in about *checks watch* oh, I give it another five minutes or so."

"So you should be receiving a response when?"

"Within the hour."

"Ah. All right, then," he smiles. He's looking at me kind of funny. Cocking his head to the one side like that makes him look so sodding adorable I can't stand it. It's so revolting: the way he makes me feel. "I never thought such a thing would make you so happy."

"Why not?"

"Well, it's just not all that ordinary, you know. Then again," he laughs, "nothing about you is even remotely ordinary."

Oh, god. No one has ever told me that before. Coming from Seamus of all people, that is probably the greatest compliment I have ever received. "Love... thank you... really, I'm... thank you," I stutter. Sounding like such a fucking moron really is inconvenient when one is trying to flatter the love of one's life. One of them, anyway.

Laughing. He is laughing his arse off at me. "It... was... nothing...."

"I see." Well, so it was nothing. Well.

"Oh, no, I didn't mean it like that," he quickly gathers himself. "I mean that, I really, really do. And it's not nothing, you know? It's just... nothing..." He throws himself at me and causing me to fall back against the pillows. "You know?"

"I love you."

Smiling at me, he responds with a simple, "And I you," before wrapping his arms around my neck and kissing me.

Times like these, I really love not having any roommates. Crabbe and Goyle went off to Azkaban with their fathers two years ago. (The only thing that kept my own father out of Azkaban was his money.) And Blaise is gone now. But you knew that. Not having any roommates, I can be as loud and obnoxious as I want to be with Seamus. And god do I love making him loud and obnoxious...

"Wait a second. Now I remember what I wanted to talk to you about," he says, pulling away from me.

"You mean there's an actual purpose behind this visit? I was hoping that you had merely needed my presence."

"That goes without saying, my dear. But actually, I was just talking to Harry and he made a request. Being as this request involves you, I thought I might discuss it with you first."

Harry has a request? And I'm a part of it, eh? Hmm, this could be interesting. "Continue."

"Would you mind letting him watch?" he asks rather coyly.

He wants to watch, huh? I knew he had a kinky streak. It was only a matter of time before he let it out. "Yes, I think I like that idea."

"Wonderful! When?" he asks, jumping around.

"Whenever you like."

He seems to give this some thought. "Today's Friday, right?"

"All day."

"How's eleven thirty sound?"

"Lovely. Here?"

"If you don't mind. I just can't think of anywhere else that would be both safe and comfortable," he reasons. Though he really doesn't have to; I kind of figured that here would be the best place.

"Not at all, my love."

He grins. "Great!" He kisses me quickly, then jumps up.

"And just where do you think you're going?" I say as I pull him back onto the bed.

"Find Harry," he replies with a kiss, once again standing.

"You mean you don't want to stay for a while? I promise not to keep you long."

"Hmm. Tempting as that is, love, I better do this while I'm still thinking about it. Don't want to forget, you know," he winks at me. "Besides, I gotta save my energy." He grins seductively. God, I want him so fucking bad, I don't think I can wait till eleven thirty.

"But Seamus," I whine.

"But nothing. Patience, lamb, patience. I promise I shan't disappoint you," he says as he blows me a kiss from the doorway. "See you in a bit."

"Hey!"

"Hey, what?"

"I love you."

He smiles warmly as he says, "I know," and then disappears out the door.

Tonight promises to be interesting. Harry wants to watch Seamus and me... I knew he had to have some kind of odd attraction; I just didn't know what it was. So Harry is a voyeur. It fits, I think. I wonder how this will turn out?..

*****

How does one dress when one is just going to take one's clothes off eventually, anyway? Normally, I wear at least a T-shirt and jeans under my robes but I wonder if now I might do to find something a bit less... constrictive. I'm not really being presumptuous in assuming that I will, at some point, join them. Seamus made damned sure that I was fully aware of this before he went to meet Draco. I suppose that going without wouldn't be such a bad idea. Right. Invisibility cloak is in place and we are off.

Sneaking out past Ron -who was good enough to see me safely to the portrait hole- I find myself in an unusually deserted hallway. The corridor is usually seeing some odd couple or other snogging in the shadows or a professor making a check or something on a Friday night. Perhaps someone's already cleared all of the lovesick out of here. Fine by me. I just hope that something doesn't deter me further along.

Oh, I almost forgot. There's the eclipse tonight. We can't really see it all that well where we are at this time of year, so I just didn't give it a whole lot of thought. That doesn't stop most everyone else in the entire school from wanting to catch a glimpse of it. Stars and celestial bodies have never had a whole lot of influence on my personal life. The seasons play a far greater role in my body chemistry than anything else does. Ah well, keeps everyone else out of my hair. Looks like our plans may just go off without a hitch.

We actually thought all this through before we went ahead with anything. Being involved with multiple partners isn't as tricky a business as one might first think. With all the other drama and trauma going on around here at any given time, very little attention has been paid to any one of us. We all meet each other in our own places, but we've never all convened at once. Seamus left twenty minutes ago to find Draco, who should have already brought him up to his room. We spaced our time out enough so as not to arouse any suspicion.

I give the password to the Slytherin portrait and slide inside the common room. It is almost completely empty, except for Pansy and Bullstrode who are playing with a bunch of scraps of paper. God only knows what they're up to. Probably trying to devise a way of seducing Draco, like they always are. You'd think that after seven years they would have figured out that they don't have a chance in hell of getting anywhere near Draco's undershorts. They don't even look up when the portrait swings silently open. Cool. Looks like I'm home free.

I sneak very quietly past Pansy and ascend the stairs to the Slytherin boy's dorms. Draco's is at the top of the stairs. I push the door open and step inside. The room is very dimly lit with only two or three candles illuminating the two boys who are already here. I take a seat in the chair against one wall so that I can sit back. Both heads are turned in my direction, so I remove the cloak and let myself be seen.

They both smile briefly at me, acknowledging my presence, before turning to the other. They start off with a very deep kiss but keep their hands still: Draco's on Seamus' waist and his on Draco's neck. They are taking their time, moving almost as though they are in slow motion. This is one of the most gorgeous sights I have ever seen in my entire life. Draco's hands begin to undo the fastenings to Seamus' robe with that same slowness that has accompanied every other movement he's made. This is the most gorgeous sight I have ever seen in my entire life. The two most beautiful people I have ever laid eyes on are stripping each other before my very eyes. They move fluidly, like they are reading each other's thoughts or like they are of the same mind. Having done the same with both of them, I know how fluid the motions are, but it is another thing entirely to watch those people function in the same fashion with no assistance or influence whatsoever on my behalf.

Knowing what they do with one another when no one else is around has been a great source of curiosity for me. I often wonder how what they do with me differs from what they do without me. I've often wondered what they find in each other that is totally separate from what they find with me. I've wondered how their speech differs, how their touches differ, how their looks differ. I've often wondered if what they find in each other is the same kind of fantastic wonder that I find with them. Many nights, I have fallen asleep trying to imagine what they look like when they are together. But nothing I've ever imagined quite equals what I am seeing before my very eyes...

When Draco slides Seamus' robe off his shoulders, his body is revealed in all its glory. My god, I'm rock fucking solid already. How am I supposed to retain my composure while I'm watching this? All I really want is to join them. That can wait. It will happen, just not yet. Patience, patience, Harry.

Draco is as naked as Seamus now. They are just kissing and running their hands over each other's bodies. Draco moves behind Seamus and begins to kiss the back of his neck, between his shoulders, down his back, all the while pushing him forward until he is completely bent over. He moves his hands to Seamus' ass and pulls it apart. His head dips down to allow him to lick at his opening. Seamus moans deeply as he begins to shake. Okay, I can't take this much longer. I undo several of the buttons holding my robe shut so I can let my hand inside my robes. I almost never do this anymore, but if I don't, I don't think I'll be able to stay in control of myself. It's already a struggle...

One of Draco's hands has let go of Seamus to stroke himself. Seamus begins to whimper in a fashion I myself am all too familiar with. Sitting up straight, Draco pulls the smaller boy closer to him, sliding inside of him so slowly. I bite my lip to keep from groaning. I don't want to draw attention to myself; I'm too in love with this vision before me to want to allow myself into it just yet. Seamus arches his back, pushing himself as close to Draco as he can and lays his head back to rest on Draco's shoulder. Draco runs his hands over the other's chest as he assaults his neck with kisses. They don't move for the longest time; they just sit touching each other.

When I first entered the room I expected to stay under my cloak, but when they stopped and stared at me, I changed my mind. I had it in my mind, I suppose, that they were going to do whatever they were going to do without any involvement from me. And for the most part, that is so. Except that they are so conscious of my presence and it clearly is not a hindrance in the slightest. What is making this so fucking cool is the fact that they are letting me in on whatever they have between them, like I am a part of it even if I am sitting in a chair about two meters away. I am very pleased to know that whatever they have is strong enough to let me in, and I am just as pleased that they think of me this highly.

Finally, Draco moves his hands to Seamus' hips and gently pushes him away before pulling him back to his lap. They build up a slow rhythm and I find that I am keeping time with it myself. I have never witnessed anything so erotic in my entire life as Draco sliding in and out of Seamus as he runs his hands over his thighs, his chest, his arms, his slender waist, and flat stomach. Seamus has his hands in Draco's hair. His head is still on Draco's shoulder; he is just moving his pelvis. The pace increases with Seamus thrusting against Draco almost violently. Draco's hand has wrapped itself around Seamus' cock. Oh, god, they're beautiful. They are so fucking beautiful like this; no artist could ever recreate such splendour.

Seamus screams as he comes, shuddering against Draco's lithe body. Draco holds the shuddering body still as he comes and I follow suit. All three of us are breathing heavily and trying to regain some semblance of composure. Seamus pulls off of Draco, twisting in his lap so that they are facing one another. I've never seen such passion in kisses alone. Fuck, how do they stand being with each other without just burning up? Great, now I'm all sticky. Fuck it. Like it really matters, anyway.

Embracing each other, Seamus turns to me with his head on Draco's chest and asks, "So? Did that do it for you, love?"

All I can do is nod. That was ten times more gorgeous than I ever thought such a thing could be. Watching them make love to each other was so magnificently stunning; like nothing I could ever have imagined. They moved like they were the same person in two separate bodies. Fuck, I am shaking so badly. I've never made myself come that hard before. Then again, I've never gotten a show like that before.

With gentle ease, Draco lays Seamus back against the pillows and slips off the bed, swaggering over to where I sit. He doesn't say anything, though he is smiling, as he extends his hand, inviting me to stand. My hands are sticky but he doesn't seem to care because he has grabbed them and is pulling me up. Being as my robe is already half undone, I let it slip off to puddle on the floor at my feet. He leads me toward the bed where Seamus is laying spread eagle against the pillows with a sweet and sexy smile on his face.

**

How it is even possible, I don't really know, but just looking at him is already inciting a reaction from my body. Candlelight gives his pale skin an almost ethereal yellow glow and accentuates his high cheekbones and angular hips. It was only by some grand mistake on nature's part that he was born with male genitalia; everything about him has a kind of very unique, effeminate beauty. Moments like these always make me see him as somehow smaller, more delicate than he usually is. Or perhaps that is always the case but it takes such a scenario for me to be able to see it.

In all honesty, I think he's always this delicate, but he doesn't like to see himself like that. I think he sees himself as he sees everyone else around him: unique and strong and above all, he just is. Unique, he is without a doubt. Stronger than most other people, he has recovered quite well from his interlude with Blaise Zabini, and I don't just mean physically.

Blaise fucked all of our worlds for a while, and he still does, periodically. Residual effects of that will occur for years to come, I would imagine. For a few weeks after that incident, Seamus was rather sketchy and not too keen on getting intimate. He would just curl up with me for hours at a time, clinging like I was the last thing holding him together and if I were to let him go, he would disintegrate. Then one night, I asked him what I could do to help him, and he just started crying. Helpless. That motherfucker made him feel absolutely helpless, like he was nothing more than a weak little girl. So I started crying right along with him. Can you believe that? Draco Malfoy actually shed tears over another human being. And I told him that he was the strongest individual I have ever met in my life, and he started getting better. But for those long weeks, he forgot his strength and lived like a wilting flower. Then he stood up and realised that what I said was true and he's been the same tenacious creature he made me fall in love with.

But I think that now I treat him just the slightest bit differently than I used to. I've been forced to look at everyday with him as though it were the greatest gift that anyone could ever receive because I don't know if another Blaise might come along and try and take him from me. I've found that I tend to treat him with more reverence than I ever did before. Which is strange because I've never really seen people as valid. I've always kind of thought of humanity at large as nothing more than an insignificant anthill that could be wiped out with just a bucket of water or a swift kick. Seamus taught me that there is so much more to humanity than that. He's quite possibly the strangest creature I have ever met in my entire life and he has shown me that if a misfit such as himself can make a place, anything can happen; that if he could survive such an awful experience, anything is possible.

And then there's Harry. Harry is a completely different story. After he killed Voldemort for good, he attempted to kill himself and that made me see him as weak. But now that I've gotten to know him, I see that he is just a different sort of strong. Perhaps I have a rather twisted brain or warped perception, but I have come to see that suicide isn't as stupid or cowardly as most are inclined to see it. Harry had come to believe that he was nothing more than a heartless murderer that shouldn't blemish the face of the Earth by walking on it. He saw himself as a creature that was as despicable as the one he had brought down, so he felt that he was doing the world a great injustice by remaining in it. By taking his own life, he thought that he could absolve the world of its sins. To do what he did took an amazing amount of courage by anyone's standard. His attempt failed, thank the Powers That Be.

He's told me all this over the last few months; let me know exactly why he was afraid of me. Part of him felt that he would always be unsatisfied, everything would fall just short of what it could be. I was rather hurt that this included me until he told me the story of his attempt at making the world a better place. Selfishness motivated him, he said but I knew that it was a lie. Nothing Harry has ever done or will ever do could ever be motivated out of selfishness. It would be impossible. His fear stemmed from his lack of self-confidence, but he is rapidly growing out of it. Harry is a gorgeously decadent creature that is worthy of all the praise that is bestowed upon him. He is infinitely beautiful, compassionate to a fault, and as passionate as the day is long. I feel nothing short of totally honoured to hold the place in his life that I do.

Above everyone else, Harry has been the major force that has changed my view of the world in general. Instead of rejecting my passes like he should have, he gave me a shot and I have never neglected to thank him for it whenever the opportunity arises. In giving me a second chance, he has shown me that there is more to human interaction than petty mockery and insults, occasionally interspersed with intentional flattery. Growing up, I was always taught to treat people as pawns. Everyone has something to offer and there are methods of extracting such things- namely mockery and flattery. Harry has never once tried to play me like that. He was really the first person to ever treat me as an equal. He was the first person I had ever met that didn't put me on some pedestal above him or in the dirt below him. From that first conversation in the hall, I learned that he would never see me on any other level than his own.

Watching Harry is one of my favourite activities. The fact that he pays no attention to himself makes him move more out of instinct than consciousness. I find that most people who pay too much attention to themselves are rather awkward, like they don't really like being in their own skin, and it shows. Harry, while I know he's uncomfortable in his skin, never allows any awkwardness to show through. There is no way for me to explain what I see as I watch him take Seamus in his arms and melt into him. I'm seeing the literal melding of one body into another... and it is gorgeous.

Jealousy, before you ask, has never entered into what we've got. It is an unnecessary emotion, something used to manipulate and control. Owning either one of them isn't what I want, and it isn't what they want. I like the way things are between us. We can be exactly who we are and there are no limits, no boundaries, no hatred or pain or envy. When I am with them, I am in a totally separate world where only they exist. It is very satisfying for me to know that there is not just one but two people who I can go to and who come to me at the end of the day because there is that bond. There are few words that I can think of to describe why what we've got is so totally beyond anything so trivial as jealousy. Just let me say that what we've got is so far beyond definition that no word will ever be a completely accurate description. Except maybe, fascination.

We all get different things from each other, I'm sure, which is why jealousy in any form would be impossible to achieve. As I've said before, Harry is my complement and Seamus is my addiction. What that means to me is that Harry is my opposite in so many ways that, with him at my side, I'm more complete. Seamus, on the other hand, is so very different. In every single way. He makes me high, he makes me see things in ways I didn't know were possible, he makes me feel on top of the fucking world, and above all else, he has shown me what it means to love.

Love is one of those things that comes so rarely that even a person such as myself can't let the opportunity slip away when it presents itself. Before Harry and Seamus there was quite a string of... er... lovers, though none of them meant a damn thing to me. I suppose I had to start growing up sometime, didn't I? When I first made up my mind to pursue Harry a bit more aggressively, I knew there was no hope in ever going back. Then when Seamus showed up in my bed that night, it was really the beginning of my personal reformation. From that moment forward, I started allowing myself to really feel another person. And it was the best thing that I've ever done for myself.

I move behind Harry and pull him closer to me. Actually, it really wouldn't be possible to get any closer to him; I've got my body pressed up against his back and my arms around his chest, my legs on either side of him. "I love you," I whisper in his ear just loud enough for him to hear me.

He lays his head back onto my shoulder and whispers to me, "I love you."

Sometimes I wonder if that phrase will ever wear out its novelty. Every single time I hear it, I want to start thanking the Powers That Be for giving me at least half a brain; enough to give me the ability to see what fabulous things there are in this world. It's not all Dark Lords and rich, absent fathers, you know. It's also black-haired Boys Who Lived and androgynous nymphs.

That nymph is currently lying between Harry's legs, sucking him back to life. He is quite beautiful when he's staring up at both of us while his lips are distended around Harry's erection. Very arousing. The thing I really love about Seamus giving head is the fact that he enjoys it just as much if not more than the recipient is. It's like he's sucking out one's very essence and taking it into himself, only to give it right back in some other manner. Harry is starting to whimper. I've never heard him do that before...

"Draco?"

"Yes, love?"

Instead of answering in words, he grabs my hand and takes two of my fingers into his mouth. He's never done this before. I wonder if he really does want it? "Are you sure?" I ask, though I think I already know the answer. Best to make sure, though. There's really nothing worse than a presumptuous lover when it comes to... er... sensitive spots.

"Please..." he whines.

Harry whines! I almost can't believe it. But who the hell am I to refuse him? He leans forward just a bit, giving me easier access. I don't want to be too rushed, so I start off by just massaging the little hole. Ooh, that got a groan out of him! Pushing just barely, I try to coax the muscles into relaxing for me, which they do without much trouble. My middle finger finds very little resistance, sliding right into him. He gasps, his muscles clenching and unclenching quite beautifully. As soon as he's adjusted to the invasion, I start fucking him with my finger, trying to get him to loosen up enough for a second. Wow, he must be enjoying this quite fully, as he is adjusting with alarming speed.

"Like that?" I whisper. There are some times that I can't help speaking like this. Though I find 'dirty talk' to be rather ineffective and quite silly, there are times when a mild dose is applicable.

"Uh-huh."

"Want more?"

"Please..." God, I really like that tone of voice he uses. Gives him some kind of humanity that he is usually lacking.

Following through with his plea, I push a third finger into him. I have wanted to do this for so fucking long, I can't tell you. I have wanted to make him scream and moan and writhe like you wouldn't fucking believe. Not to say that I haven't, but never because I was doing this, he was always doing it to me. He feels so good... he's so hot and tight and absolutely fucking beautiful...

"Oh, fuck..." I can't help but moan as I feel Seamus come up behind me. I didn't even see him move, I've been so involved in Harry. And now he's getting me ready... god, is that kid talented with that tongue...

I pull my hand away from Harry's body and he moans in frustration. I turn him around and push him onto his back. His lovely green eyes are glazed over and dilated with lust. He is rather delectable like this... legs spread... he looks quite ready.

"You're sure?" I ask again, just for good measure.

He growls at me. Ooh, I rather like that. Positioned, I push slowly into him, letting him adjust. His breathing is ragged and he is clearly straining as hard as myself to keep in control. He feels so fucking good; it's nearly impossible to keep from just forcing my way into his body.

"You... okay?" I manage to stammer. Speaking coherently is not on the top of my list of priorities at the moment, but I've got to be sure he's enjoying this. It's really no fun when one's partner is in pain.

"F-fine. Fine. Thanks."

“Seamus… fuck…” I never realized how fucking incredible he feels when he pushes inside of me.

Passing out wouldn't be cool, but that's all I want to do. Keeping conscious is rather difficult. I'm rapidly losing myself to sensory overload here... Being sandwiched in between the two hottest guys ever to walk the face of the Earth is rather overly stimulating. But I am not complaining...

"Do that growl thing again," Seamus says from behind me as he thrusts so fucking hard into me I think I very well may pass out...

As I pull out, a very low growl comes from deep within Harry's bared throat.

"Yeah... like... that," Seamus says, his motions becoming far more violent. He always does this when he's suffering from sensory overload.

Hurting Harry is not at all what I want to do, but I'm forced to keep up with the rhythm of the boy behind me. I can only hope that he is as far-gone as we are.

"Seamus," whines Harry. Fuck do I love that.. "H-harder."

Seamus' left arm is wrapped around my neck, his hand holding on to my chest. His other arm is around my waist, his hand in a death-grip around Harry's cock. This is the end-all-be-all for me... having the men I love more than life itself being as close to me as they could possibly get... it's... it's... it's fucking magnificent. This is one of those few scenarios in which sex is a beautiful thing. But that's because it's not just sex. I hate to use the term 'lovemaking' because I always associate it with trashy romance like those damned Muggle soap operas my mother is addicted to. She adores Muggle shit. Thinks it's quaint. But I don't know what I would call this. Transcendentalism at its finest. The ultimate crossing of borders and blockades that are created by having a physical form and a metaphysical spirit when this is so much a part of both worlds. I've never been so conscious of my lovers before. They were inconsequential. But these two... Harry and Seamus have very real identities. They are very real and very solid and very fucking powerful.

No, I don't want to end it yet. I don't want this to be over... But... Seamus has collapsed on top of me and Harry has given way beneath me and everything feels so fucking insanely intense.... Wow. Big mother fucking wow.

"Draco? Love, are you all right?" Harry asks in a timid fashion I've never heard him use before. There have been a lot of firsts this evening, haven't there?

What is he asking? How could I not be? "I- I'm..." beyond words.

We're all laying side by side now. Harry is wiping my face and Seamus is kissing my neck and shoulders. I've been crying. Oh, my goodness, I've been crying? How did that happen? When did that happen? I can't believe I've been crying and didn't even notice until now. I wonder when it started?..

"Shh, love," Seamus coos in my ear.

But, I'm not crying because I'm upset, I'm crying because I don't fucking know why. Okay, so I do know why I'm crying right now even if I have no idea why or when it started. Harry and Seamus both have their arms around me and are... just... loving me. No one's ever just loved me before. I never knew of anyone ever loving me. But now... it's undeniable. And I feel so fucking small. I feel so very, very small. I actually feel exposed, and not just in the naked sense. I feel totally stripped of everything I've tried so hard to be. I've got an insane father who is being sent off to the nuthouse for god only knows how long and I've been accepted by Harry Potter and Seamus Finnegan. I've got no one to impress anymore. I've got nothing to live up to. And I feel so beyond fucking human, I don't know what to think.

Affection has never been a very significant part of my life. My father never once showed me a single sign of affection in my entire life. Now he never will, but it doesn't really bother me. Mother has always given me hugs and kisses and told me she loves me. Any lovers I've ever had before these two were never affectionate towards me at all. No one ever made me feel like I was even worth so much as the time of day. I was always there because someone else just wasn't. Harry and Seamus are here because they actually do love me. They are here and they are drying my face and whispering nice words in my ears not because they have to but because they want to. They really do want to be with me. They... they love me.

Always, I thought that love was something created for faerie tales and the like. I never thought that it actually could happen for myself. I never thought that love really was a real emotion that others were just as capable of feeling as myself. This Muggle author that Seamus absolutely adores, Oscar Wilde, once wrote, "One can only use in fiction what one has ceased to use in fact." I think that that one statement has stood out to me as an explanation of why love is so rare a commodity because it seems the most accurate. I suppose I thought that love has no application in real, everyday life. Love is something that the evil of heart use as a tool for manipulation and the pure of heart are punished for. The world is a dark and scary place that I figured had no use for such things as love and affection. I thought it was all merely a fantasy that keeps us alive and wanting to see the next day. Wishing for impossible things, I suppose.

Impossible things are the only kind of things I have ever known how to wish for. I always seem to want what I can never have, pray to a deaf god, hope for that which has never existed. Needs had replaced wants in my world until I saw Harry and Seamus for what they really are. They were the first things I have ever truly wanted for myself. They were the first things that I strove to have. And now that they are giving me what I've wanted for so very, very long... I feel extremely humbled.

Humility was never something I was taught. I was always taught that to learn humility meant the same thing as admitting weakness, admitting inferiority. Those who have realised that they are no better than anyone else around them are the weakest of the weak, I was told. Having the name Malfoy set me apart from everyone else who didn't, put me above such emotions as humility, took away the burning pain in me that craved love because I was above such things. But now I see how Lucius was wrong. Being a Malfoy has nothing to do with superiority or inferiority. It has nothing to do with anything except as a method of identification. With or without that particular surname, I will always be exactly who I am; nothing and no words can change that.

"Draco? Are you okay?" Harry asks.

"I'm free, Harry."

He looks rather puzzled. Of course, I could be a bit more articulate, couldn't I? "He's gone. He's never coming back. I am finally free."

"What do you mean he's gone?" Seamus asks. I forgot to tell him about the owl my mother sent after he left.

"My mum sent him to St. Mungo's. He's been institutionalised. He's never getting out. I don't have to listen to him anymore. He can't do anything." God it feels good to finally be able to say that. "I don't have to hide anything from anyone unless I want to. He can't tell me what to do anymore. He can't beat me for disobeying him. There are no more lies that have to be told. No more pretending that I'm just a loathsome little prig. I don't have to be something I'm not. I don't have to be anything. I don't have to pretend I hate your friends and I don't have to pretend I hate you."

"You don't hate my friends?" Harry asks in that same timid fashion he adopted a few minutes ago.

"What? Of course I don't hate your friends. I don't even know them."

Harry's laying here looking thoroughly stunned and abashed. Seamus is laughing along with me. "Really?" he asks again.

"It's rather difficult to feel anything towards something you really don't know or understand," I explain in the hope that he'll get it. "I never hated you, Harry. I just didn't know you. Same goes for them."

"Then why did you treat us like shit for so long?"

"Because if I didn't, I would probably not be here with you right now."

Grabbing me by my shoulders, he pulls me closer to him. He has never kissed me with this kind of determination before. This is quite possibly the most passionate I have ever seen Harry. He's covered my mouth with his and his hands are holding the back of my neck. I must have said the right thing, huh?

"Harry..." I push him gently away. "Sorry, love, but I like to breathe once in a while."

"Sorry," he mutters through a sheepish grin.

"What do I gotta do to get a kiss like that?" Seamus asks, causing me to laugh.

Harry seems rather thoughtful. He's looking from me to Seamus and back again and I wonder what he is thinking. "Just don't ever leave," he finally answers.

"I don't care what they say about you, Harry, you're too fucking cool," Seamus replies, jumping over me and laying down on his back in between us. "I don't think I could ever leave even if I wanted to."

Their lips meet as their arms go around each other; Seamus' around Harry's neck and his around Seamus' back. Harry's leg slips between Seamus' thighs and for a moment I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. They become one in the same when they do this. Their hands and mouths move in synch, their legs move together, every last one of their movements is perfectly synchronised. When I see them do this, I am taken to a completely separate world where only we exist. Because as exclusive as this particular moment is for them, it is also just as inclusive where I am concerned. Rather paradoxical, I know. But it works.

Their mouths part but their eyes stay locked and there is something passing between them that I can only identify as worshipful love. From where I lay, I have the perfect view of them. They are absolutely perfect like this. They are more than I would ever have dared to ask for and yet here they are at my disposal.

"I was just thinking," Seamus starts.

"Good for you, love. Five points to Gryffindor," I tease him.

Sticking his tongue out at me, he continues. "I don't think I've ever properly thanked you for saving me and putting up with my psychobullshit. If not for you, I would have died. Sometimes I think about what happened with him and I think that if he had gotten into my shorts, I wouldn't have survived. I think I would have wound up killing myself if not for you."

The expression on Harry's face alters from serene concentration to abject horror. "Please don't say that," he whispers but I think that it sounds like a scream. "Please don't ever even think that. I couldn't imagine the world without you in it."

"I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to say that," Seamus says, trying to make up for bringing up the subject of suicide in such a crass manner. "God I'm such a stupid fucking asshole. How do you stand to be around me?"

"Because you are so sodding wonderful that even with your asshole remarks, you are still the most incredible creature ever to walk the face of the planet," Harry laughs as a few tears fall from his eyes. "Seamus, I have never told you this before and I will probably never tell you again, so listen to what I am telling you. Without you, Draco and I would not be where we are now, I would probably still be crying myself to sleep every night, and I imagine that Draco would still be a pompous ass all the time. You have changed my world like no one else ever has. In just being who you are, you have challenged everything I have ever known and changed everything ugly into a beautiful work of art. If you had killed yourself or even tried, I would have died with you. So never, ever, ever even think of doing such a thing ever again. Okay?"

"O-okay," he stammers.

"Damn it, Harry. You always say everything better than I can."

"I'm certain that you'll beat me one of these days," he replies with a smile.

"All right. That's enough. We're starting to sound like a bunch of old ladies, now," Seamus interrupts with a burst of laughter. "I don't wanna be old yet."

"Care for another go, then?" They both look at me as though I have snakes crawling out of my ears. "What?"

"How the hell are you still able to function?" Harry asks.

"Does that mean 'no'?"

"I'm up for it!" Seamus replies.

"Nymph."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"Not by far, not by far. All right, whatever you say," Harry concedes.

This has been one hell of an interesting day. We've laughed, we've cried, my father's gone, and nothing could possibly get any better. Finally, I feel like I can start moving forward instead of just standing still. Well. I've learned a lot in the last couple of hours. I've seen thousands of things I've never seen before. And this is only the beginning. Fuck.

*****

            So? I was afraid I may have gone a bit cheesy and sentimental, but I tried to cover for it. And give me a break, I just wanted to finish the fucking thing. I was looking for an excuse to write Seamus in class, so I do know that that particular part is probably excessively long. Sorry. And for those of you who are unfamiliar with Friedrich Nietzsche, the Overman is (at least as best I understand it) the end result of humanity. It is the ultimate goal, the final result of what humanity is destined to become. I hope that makes sense and should anyone feel so inclined as to give me a better or more accurate description, please feel free. Anywho... How plausible does it sound? Is there anything that I left untied or unclear that you could pleasepleaseplease bring to my attention? Now that I have been whiney and all the rest, please review. Thanks, lovies. Cheers!