Title: Contract Wedding

Author: Krys

Rating: NC-17 (FRAO)

Pairing: HP/SS/DM

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter world. I am not making money off this.

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Beta: Bethany

Archive: Part of the From Dusk till Dawn Severus Snape/Harry Potter Fuh-Q-Fest at http://www.kardasi.com/HPSS/storyindex.htm

Challenge: 'Not here, Not now! No magic?'

A/N: This took longer than I thought and ended up being shorter than I wanted. I had to cut half the story, but I will hopefully continue it at a later date. Enjoy.

"Well, my boy, this is legal and binding. The goblins drew it up and it can't be broken, only amended. It states that a few parts are negotiable though. I'm sorry, but there is nothing I can do," Albus sighed, for once the twinkle in his blue eyes dim.

"So I'm stuck marrying a Potter," Severus concluded. He brought long, stained fingers up to rub at the bridge of his nose. "There is only one problem, Harry Potter is the only Potter left and no one knows where he is, although the fact I received the letter at all lets us know he is alive."

"Don't worry, my boy, I know exactly where he is, or well, who he's with at least. Actually, I expect I'll be hearing from his guardian any time soon." The fire behind the headmaster's desk flared and a head appeared in the flames. "And there he is now."

"Good day, Albus. I hope this isn't a bad time," greeted the head.

"No, no, perfect timing in fact. Severus and I were just talking about the contract. Perhaps you would like to come through and we could discuss this together." Albus suggested.

"Of course." The head disappeared and the fire flared again. A moment later a tall figure stepped into the headmaster's office, brushing soot and ashes from his robes. Severus studied the newcomer taking in the expensive robes, dragon hide boots, the bejewelled fingers and the long dirty brown hair. Everything about the man screamed rich and pureblood. As he made his way to a seat, Severus noticed something else, something just as clear as the rest, but not as loud. It was subtle, hiding beneath the surface, watching with predator eyes, a killer. It whispered: assassin.

"Severus, this is Malcolm Renaldi. He is Mr. Potter's guardian. Malcolm, this is Severus Snape, he is as you know, Harry's intended," Albus said, introducing the two men. The two nodded to each other before turning their attention back to the old man. "As you both know, the contract is unbreakable, but negotiable. It is up to the involved parties and their guardians to negotiate the terms of the union. Now, since Mr. Potter is not quite of age, and not here, it will be up to Malcolm to debate the terms."

"Actually, I wanted to speak with you about that. Harry is not a child, and since this does concern his future, perhaps it would be best if he were here for this," Malcolm interrupted.

"Do you think that's best?" Albus asked.

"He's read the contract, he knows what it entails. Plus, there are a few issues I believe he would rather speak with Mr. Snape about in person."

"Severus, how do you feel about having Mr. Potter here during the negotiations?"

"I agree with Mr. Renaldi. It would be in the boy's best interest to be here, it would also give us a chance to meet before the ceremony," Severus told his mentor.

"All right then. Malcolm, could you go and retrieve Harry for us?" Albus asked.

"No need," Malcolm smirked, "he's already here." He gestured to a heavily shadowed corner of the room. As they watched, a shadow detached itself from the surrounding darkness and formed into a slim figure. The young man standing there stepped forward and bowed to the headmaster, then to his guardian before nodding to Severus. On silent feet he moved toward the seat next to Malcolm and seated himself.

Both Albus and Severus stared in shock at the dark-haired boy that sat calmly with them. It was rare that any cloaking spell could not be detected by the headmaster, and Severus' years of spying at lent him an almost uncanny ability to notice people in shadows, but somehow this boy managed to sneak past both of them.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Headmaster," Harry stated softly. "Malcolm has told me so much about you."

"Yes, well I've received some interesting reports about you, Mr. Potter," the Headmaster recovered, his eyes twinkling once more. "I'm glad we are finally able to meet."

The boy nodded to the old man before turning his gaze upon Severus. Brilliant green eyes stared out of a beautiful face and seemed to see right through the ex-spy, taking in everything about the older man. "I suppose we should discuss the revisions that will be made to the marriage contract."

"Will be made?" Severus sneered at the boy's certainty.

"Yes, will be made. There are things in there that I do not agree with, and I'm sure that there are issues you want to change. I'm all for an open discussion about which ones will be changed before we set them in stone," Potter was firm in his reply.

"Very well, you can begin," Severus conceded surprised at the boy's adult frame of mind.

Severus sank back in his chair as he waited for his lover to arrive. This was not going to be a conversation he would enjoy. How do you tell your lover that you'll be getting married to a stranger in a weeks time? After that, how do you explain that your new husband is fine with you having lovers on the side? It sounded like some elaborate hoax and if it wasn't for the fact that goblins had drawn up the contract, Severus might have thought it to be one. But it wasn't a hoax,it was very real. In one week he was marrying the Boy-who-lived, Harry Potter. If he had still been a loyal Death Eater, it would have been a very precarious situation with the marriage bond demanding safety of his spouse and Voldemort demanding death. As it was his position as a spy had been compromised years ago when Quirrel had managed to get his hands on the Philosopher's Stone. Voldemort, who had possessed Quirrel's body used it to resurrect himself and began terrorizing the Wizarding World once again. Severus' attempts to stop Quirrel had alerted the Dark Lord to the Potion Master's betrayal. Now Severus was enemy number one, or rather number two, falling after Dumbledore.

While Severus was lost in his thoughts of the past, his lover had entered the room. Swiftly the blonde man shed robes, shirt, shoes and socks as he made his way over to the dark-haired man. Straddling Severus, the young man leaned in and kisses the pensive expression off the thin face.

Severus responded to the kiss, then deepened it adding an intensity that left both of them breathless.

"Draco," Severus groaned, burying his face in the younger man's neck.

"What's wrong, Sev?" Draco asked, shifting closer as the arms that had wrapped around him tightened.

Severus didn't answer, instead he summoned a bottle of firewhisky and two glasses and pour each of them a generous portion. He drank back his first glasses in one shot before pouring himself some more. Draco set his own drink aside untouched and kissed his lover again. The answering kiss was full of desperation and Draco found himself trying to gentle the ferocity of it. Running his finger through the older man's thin hair and placing soft kisses of reassurance over his face, Draco tried to calm the other man.

"I have to get married," Severus finally said, breaking the silence.

"That's not funny, Severus," admonished Draco.

"I'm serious, the contract arrived to today. It's an older one and it's unbreakable. I've already been to see Albus about this, I have no choice," Severus told him.

"Who are you marrying?" Draco asked after a moment.

"Harry Potter."

The gobsmacked look on Draco's face nearly sent Severus into laughter, though it would have been a touch hysterical. "The Boy-Who-Lived? Can I see the contract?" Severus handed him the contract, he had known his lover would want to see it for himself. There was silence as Draco read it and Severus watched the play of emotions off the teen's face.

"I can't believe that already being married doesn't void this!" Draco said, shocked. "All it says is that the two parties involved must still wed, the married one wouldn't even have to get divorced."

"I know, I thought about that," admitted Severus. "It also doesn't stop future unions as long as the other spouse allows it. That was actually one of the revisions that was made."

"Oh, what other ones are revisions?"

"The fidelity clause what removed and replaced with a discretion clause. The name issue was amended. Harry will take on the name Potter-Snape instead of us arguing about a last name. He gave me the choice of combining our names, saying that I didn't have to but he was. The only clause he didn't really argue with was the heir. The first born child will inherit both the Snape and Potter fortunes," Severus added.

"Children?" Draco asked softly.

"It's a must, Dray," Severus whispered, brushing his lips over the pale ones before him.

"What about us? Can we have children?" Truthfully Draco had never really thought about children, but the idea of his love having children with someone else made his heart ache.

"We can if we want, but only the children with Harry can inherit," reassured Severus, stroking his hands across Draco's bare back.

"I guess I will have to learn to deal with it," Draco said.

"You do realize I have to spend a certain amount of time with him each day, and that he will be living with me here and at Hogwarts?" Severus asked, pulling back to look into his lover's eyes.

"How much time am I going to be able to spend with you?" asked Draco.

"Not as much as either of us would like, but we aren't Slytherins for nothing, we'll find a way around it," smirked the older man. There was silence for a moment as both sat lost in their thoughts, hands unconsciously stroking available skin.

"I might have an idea," Draco started staring absently at the space over Severus' shoulder.

"Hmm, what?"

"Triad." Severus pushed the younger man back slightly, shocked at the suggestion. "Don't give me that look Sev, it would work if he agrees. Actually I suggest seducing him into it, before he's aware of what is happening we'll already be established."

The image of the two beautiful young men wrapped around each other sprung forward in Severus' mind and he very much liked the idea. He felt himself harden underneath Draco's weight and groaned as the younger man rocked his hips forward of the growing hardness.

"I take it you're not adverse to the idea," Draco smirked. "What does he look like?"

"Beautiful. Black hair, green eyes, a bit on the small side. And powerful, Draco. I've never felt anything like the raw power the boy radiates."

"So seducing him won't be a hardship for either of us then," the blonde said, still rocking his groin into his lover's.

"It shouldn't be a problem," Severus agreed, thrusting up slightly. "But I think we should discuss it later, there are better things we could be doing at this moment. Besides, Potter and his guardian are coming to stay here tomorrow and you can decide then if you want to pursue that course of action."

"What should we do in the mean time?" Draco asked.

Severus answered by kissing the younger man, devouring his mouth. Tearing his mouth away from Draco's, Severus trailed wet kisses down the pale neck, stopping to suck lightly at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Draco shuddered against him, hips moving faster. Locking lips and teeth around a pink nipple, Severus torment the blonde. When he pulled back the flesh there was red and raw. He abused the other nipple the same way, listening to Draco's gasps for more.

He stood suddenly, forcing the younger man to wrap long legs around his waist and made his way quickly to the bedroom. He lay his lover down on the bed and began to feast upon the naked torso. Severus lick and bit his way across the expanse of pale skin, leaving pink and red marks on the tender flesh. Beneath him Draco moaned and gasped as his body was played like an instrument. When Severus finally removed the blonde's pants they were both far gone and he removed his own clothing with a whispered spell, leaving flesh to touch flesh. He lay in the cradle of his young lover's legs, rocking against the hard cock he found there. Knowing neither of them would last long, he summoned the jar of slick he kept near the bed and quickly prepared the writhing body. When he felt Draco was ready, he positioned himself and slid in slowly, trying not to lose it. Once he was all the way inside that hot channel they both froze, relishing the contact. They began to move together, a rhythm that was familiar to both until the need to cum became too great and they moved faster and harder. With his own orgasm rushing closer Severus took Draco's erection in his hand, stroking it with the rhythm of his thrusts. Draco came first, a hoarse shout ripped from his throat as he back arched up off the bed, slamming his hips up harder. The rippling, constricting muscles around Severus sent him over the edge after his lover.

After his breathing slowed, Severus moved himself off the smaller man and whispered a cleansing spell before pulling them together. Tomorrow either would change, but tonight he would pretend that it was all a dream.

Harry stared at his mentor and Master, trying to decipher the odd look in the man's blue eyes. Ever since they had left the Headmaster's office, the older man had been giving him strange looks and for a brief moment Harry wondered if he had done something wrong. But he quickly dismissed that notion, knowing that he would have been made aware of any errors he had made.

Still, there was something bothering the man.

"Harry, what's your opinion on Severus Snape?" Malcolm asked, breaking the silence that had fallen during dinner.

"Do you want professional or personal, sir?"

"Both, but professional first," Malcolm replied.

Harry organized his thoughts before he began. "Well, he would be a difficult target. He's experience with the Order and as a Death Eater would make him battle-trained so a surprise attack would be out. He is a Potion Master, so that avenue would be useless, he would be prepared for anything we could use against him. Also, while I was watching I noticed he's a bit paranoid."

"Why do you say that?" Malcolm asked curiously.

"He made sure his back wasn't facing a window or door. His position in the room was easily defendable. He also scanned the room several time, as if he was waiting for something to jump out of the shadows at him," Harry said.

"Like you," laughed the older man.

"Plus, he didn't drink or eat anything he was offered," Harry finished. Malcolm was proud of the young man's well-thought reasoning on the man.

"What do you think of him personally?" he asked.

"I-" the young man began before breaking off. "I don't know. He seems like a hard man, difficult to please, but I'm use to that with you."

"Yes, but you are not married to me, and you always knew you wouldn't be spending the rest of your life with me," Malcolm interrupted. "This man is going to be your husband Harry. Are you going to be able to deal with this marriage and all it entails?"

Harry blushed and then quickly paled as he thought about what being married was going to be like. Sex would be a factor, he was intellectually aware of that, but the truth of the matter had just hit him and he began to shake. Malcolm watched as his young charge curled up into a small, shaking ball. He tried to stay detached, but the past eight years with the young man had opened his heart someone and Harry had made a place for himself there. He moved to where the boy was sitting and pulled the slim body onto his lap, crooning softly. He stroked the messy black hair as he thought about the situation. The wedding night could be a possible disaster, Harry's fear of anything sexual could lead to Severus being seriously injured if care wasn't taken.

"I will talk to him when we go there tomorrow, explain some of the past," Malcolm said. "But I won't tell him everything, it will be up to you to do that." He felt Harry nodded against his chest and held the younger man tightly.

"Head to bed now, Harry. Tomorrow everything changes."

The portkey that took them to Snape Manor was something that Harry never wanted to experience again. Only his training kept him on his feet as his stomach rebelled. He was glad that they hadn't eaten yet as his breakfast would have made a reappearance. When his stomach finally settled he looked around the area they had landed in. It was more than likely the main foyer, large and a bit intimidating if one had not seen others like it. Harry was use to see grand homes and instead focussed on the feel of the entrance way. It was tastefully decorated with antiques and hardwood floors. It gave a feeling of welcome.

A house elf popped into view, bowing low. "If sirs will follow Miffy, Miffy will take them to see Master Severus. Sir asked to keep breakfast for sir's guests."

They followed the little elf through a maze of corridors, both relying on their skills to remember the way and the different passages they saw. When they finally reached the dining room they found that Severus was not alone. A young blonde man sat with him, both talking quietly. Harry took the chance to observe the blonde, knowing that this had to be Severus' lover. The other man was extremely beautiful, with straight hair that fell sleekly to his shoulders. His skin was milk pale and flawless and when he noticed them, silver eyes stared out of a sharp planed face.

Compared to him, Harry felt messy and unattractive. Draco looked up, noticing that their guest had arrived. He quickly dismissed the older man, that danger registering to his Slytherin mind but he was more interested in the small figure with him. Severus had been correct, Harry Potter was beautiful, but the description hadn't done him justice.

Black hair fell in careless waves down his back and expressive green eyes stared out from behind a thick fringe. His skin was almost as pale as Draco's own and his lips were full and red. He was smaller than Draco had imagined, coming only to his guardian's shoulder. It was probably the same spot he would reach on Severus and at most he would only reach Draco's chin. But the power coming off of him more than made up for the lack of height. It was like standing before a sun and basking in the warmth. The only other wizard that Draco knew of that held that much power was Dumbledore, and even the old man didn't feel like Harry did.

"Welcome, please sit, we were just about to have breakfast," Sev said, gesturing to the food the elves were setting on the table. "Malcolm, Harry, this is a friend of mine, Draco. He will be staying here at the Manor for the summer, I trust that won't be a problem?"

"No problem, though perhaps you should just be honest about his connection to you, hmm?"

Malcolm mused, smirking at the flustered look that passed over Severus' face.

"If by that you mean admitting that I'm his lover, there you go, Mr.?" Draco interrupted.

"Malcolm Renaldi. And this is my charge, Harry Potter."

"Ah, yes, the Boy-Who-Lived," drawled the young blonde.

"Please don't use that name," Harry demanded coolly. "It happens to be extremely juvenile. My name is Harry and I probably won't answer to it."

"Fine, if that's what you wish," Draco responded, taken back by the frost in the younger boy's voice.

"It is," the younger boy replied.

Breakfast passed in near silence after the exchange between the two teens and Severus and Malcolm traded amused glances between them. The issue of Draco being Severus' lover was left on the wayside and what conversation there was dealt only with trivial matters, not touching on politics or the war that was brewing. As the house elves cleared the table, Malcolm sent Severus as discreet look, asking for a chance to speak alone with him.

"Ah, Draco, perhaps you would show Harry around the Manor while Mr. Renaldi and I discuss some matters," the dark-haired man said, arching an eyebrow at his young lover when he began to protest. Draco snapped his mouth shut at the older man's look. He hated being left out of important conversations. When he turned he managed to glimpse Harry exchange looks with

Malcolm, a world of information passed in one glance between the two before Harry nodded and turned toward the younger blonde.

"Lead the way."

The two young men made their way through the echoing halls of Snape Manor, Draco kept a running commentary on the portraits and art work that graced the walls. As they walked, Draco stayed close to his lover's soon to be husband, brushing against the smaller youth occasionally.

He kept all his touches accidental or casual, a subtle seduction. He loved Severus but it would be lovely to have the powerful young man in his bed and beneath his body. They continued to walk and Draco began to become bolder in his touching, leaving his hand to linger on Harry's arm or shoulder. Brushing unruly hair away from the beautiful face. Then the blonde began to notice how the smaller youth minutely flinch at each touch, each caress, his body becoming tenser the further along they progressed. Draco wasn't stupid and years of living with the reality of what occurred in Slytherin households had made him aware of people's reactions. Most people didn't flinch from the small touches he was bestowing on Harry, only those who were abused.

Deciding to cut the tour short he detoured into a seldom used room and light a fire in the cold hearth. A look of curiosity had descended over the raven haired man's face as he took in his new surroundings.

"I doubt you have shown me all there is to see in Snape Manor, Draco," Harry drawled, seating himself on one of the couches strewn around the room.

"No, I haven't, but I thought it prudent that we spoke," the blonde answered slowly.

"Spoke of what?"

"You, me, Severus. Maybe even your guardian, Mr. Renaldi. Why don't you start and tell me a little of yourself," Draco began.

"What would you like to know? I'm not one for random babbling."

"Fine, you want me to direct the conversation? Why do you keep wincing and flinching every time I touch you?" asked the blonde. He hadn't meant to open the subject that way, but he had a feeling that if he didn't broach it, the younger man never would. Harry's reaction was just about what he expected it to be. The boy didn't deny it, or try to stammer out an inane excuse, instead his already pale face drained of colour and his eyes widened in shock. When his breath started coming in sharp pants, Draco realized Harry was working himself into a fit and he moved closer to wrap his arms around the small body. "Tell me."

The story poured from the boy's lips, a tale of pain and suffering, or constant torture, physical and psychological. Each word, each instance of the tale made Draco's blood boil and he held tightly to the trembling body, murmuring useless nonsense into thick black hair.

In Severus' study a similar conversation occurred, with Malcolm telling the other man what he knew of Harry's childhood and relatives. When he was finished Severus had a more fleshed out image of his young betrothed and understood that things would have to progress slowly.

Suddenly he remembered Draco's plan to seduce the young man and he bolted out of the room and down the corridors, following the tracking charm he had placed on the young blonde long ago. His flight took him to a disused sitting room in the west wing, a place he very rarely ventured, not wanting the reminders that lived within those walls. The sight he found shocked him thought. He had expected a hysterical Harry, a bloodied Draco or several scenarios in-between but Draco holding a sleeping Harry was not one of them.

Malcolm slid into the room on his heels and assessed the situation immediately. He was pleased that Harry had found someone other than himself to confide in and he hoped that the young blonde man would help Harry to heal.

"Change of plans, Sev," Draco whispered, not wanting to wake his burden.

"I know, Dray, I know."

The week flew by and Harry got to know Severus and Draco better as they worked out an arrangement that would work for all three of them. Surprisingly it was Harry that brought up the idea of a threesome first, blushing profusely all the while. When Malcolm asked why he had thought of it Harry admitted of being afraid of the wedding night and while he did trust Severus he would just feel better if Draco was there as well. Draco just wrapped the brunette in his arms and told him he wouldn't miss it for the world on a liver platter.

The day of the wedding and the ceremony itself passed as a blur for Harry and the only way he actually knew he was married was by the bond that hummed between him and Severus with a strange offshoot connecting to Draco. The reception was filled with strangers congratulating him or offering condolences and he found himself overwhelmed by the attention. His years with Malcolm had kept him out of the spotlight and now it was focussed on him with full intensity. It was a disturbing feeling and he couldn't wait for the night to end. Soon, Severus approached him, offering an arm and a smirk and led him upwards toward the bridal suite. Harry knew that

Draco would already be waiting there for them and was pleased that the blonde wanted to be there with him. He was afraid but he tried not to let his fear show, hoping that he would make it through the night.

"I've run a bath for us. I think it would be best if we tried to relax a little first," Draco Siad ushering them into the room. "Harry, why don't you go first and get into the bath, Sev and I will join you soon."

Harry nodded and almost ran from the room. He was surprised at the size of the bathroom and even more at how large the tub was. He stripped down quickly and folded his robes on a chair on the far side of the room before lower himself into the water. He leaned back against the ledge and let the heat soothe the tension out of his muscles. After a few moments of letting himself drift he felt the water move and slowly opened his eyes.

Draco and Severus had gotten into the bath with him and were seated on the ledges a short distance away, watching him carefully.

"Will you let us bathe you?" Severus asked, picking up a flannel and the soap. Harry nodded hesitantly and held his breath as both men glided toward him. They each began on a hand, soaping the fingers first, making their way up the palm to the wrist, each motion careful and deliberate. The soapy cloths moved up his arms, leaving trails of bubbles and tingling skin in their paths. When they reached his shoulders Draco moved behind him, running the cloth over his back while Sev washed his chest and stomach, paying attention to small nipples and a sensitive navel.

By the time they were finished with his upper body, Harry was whimpering softly at the unfamiliar feelings flowing through his veins. They lifted him up until he was sitting on the rim of the tub and they began again, this time with his feet, soaping each toe individual.

They moved up his legs with a purpose in mind and by the time they reached his inner thighs, Harry was trembling. They looked him in the eye, silver and onyx gazes serious, asking him. He nodded and they pulled him back into the water, rinsing the soap off.

Exiting the bath, the three quickly dried off and Draco and Sev lead Harry over to the bed. Once there the tension came back again and this time Sev soothed it with soft kisses and Draco with gentle caresses. They mapped his body with hands, lips, teeth and tongue, everywhere they touched tingled and ached with a delicious need. Harry arched into the caresses, needing more but not knowing how to ask for it. Somehow they knew what he wanted and he felt the first finger breach his body, sliding in slickly. The sensation was unusual and Harry froze for a moment before his body relaxed around the burrowing digit. When it moved he found himself moaning softly, loving the feel of the muscles releasing tension. The second finger took a bit more to get used to but Draco kissed him passionately, making him forget for a moment and then those fingers found that spot that made the dark-haired youth screamed and arch his back up off the bed. The third finger progress quickly and he found himself thrusting back against the hand that was pleasuring him, moaning and crying his pleasure into Draco's mouth.

He was rolled over onto his hands and knees and noticed that Draco had taken a position beneath him. Harry leaned down to kiss him and tried not to tense as he felt the broad head of Severus' erection at his tender opening. The older man entered him carefully, stopping often to let the slim body become accustom to the invasion. Soon the Potion Master was seated deeply within his husband and he began a slight rocking motion until Harry cried out loudly and thrust back into him. All too soon his lunges became harsh, slamming into the young man making him thrust again Draco beneath him who cried out as their hard cocks slid against each other. It was Harry who climaxed first the sensations of Sev deep in his body, his mouth on his neck, Draco's cock against his and that sweet mouth kissing him sent him over the edge. Sev followed soon after, shouting his pleasure into he room and Draco screamed from beneath them as his own orgasm ripped through his body.

A silent cleansing charm whispered over them and Sev and Draco pulled the young brunette in between them, cuddling him close. Harry drifted off to sleep sated and happy, safe it the arms of his knew family.

FIN.