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Wanting Harry*

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"What do you wish for?" he asked, removing his robes in front of Neville on the sofa. Neville, unable to take his eyes off Harry.

Neville gulped silently and bit his lower lip. "You," he whispered. "On me."

"And what do you want to do?" Harry asked, walking over to Neville, sliding down on his lap.

"Fuck—" Neville uttered.

"What?" Harry leaned in close.

"Fuck you. I want to fuck you, Harry."

"That's a good boy," Harry answered. He gulped and hiccuped. "Blimey, the Polyjuice is wearing off."

"Bloody hell, Malfoy. Take some more."

"It's your turn now," Malfoy answered.

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"When can you get some more?" Draco asked desperately since he and Longbottom had recently discovered that they were all out. They could no longer continue their "game" until they had more of Potter's hair.

"I told you, he's on holiday and hasn't come in for a while. Don't worry, he'll be back sho—"

Draco groaned. He was getting impatient. It'd been a week since he'd had a good shag and they only did it with Polyjuice.

"Why don't you go and try to satisfy your need the old fashioned way?" Longbottom asked, shaking his head as he twirled his wrist, commanding the broom to clean the floor.

"The old fashioned way?" Draco raised an eyebrow and placed his hands on his hips. Longbottom only chuckled and Draco scowled.

"For Merlin's sake, Malfoy! Go to a pub. Pick up a bloke!"


"Why?" Longbottom shook his head again and sat on the barber chair where usually his customers sat. "Because, clearly you're horny."

"Oh," Draco said, and frowned again. "You're not?"

"I can wait," Longbottom answered like he was the most patient being in the universe.

Draco leaned in and whispered in Longbottom's ear. "What are you doing tonight?"

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Shagging without Polyjuice wasn't very fruitful. The fact that it was Malfoy only made things complicated. Neville was comforted with the thought of Harry inside him. But, Malfoy? He wasn't getting on board with the idea.

"Where are you taking me?"

Malfoy dragged Neville through a dark alleyway after Neville agreed to see him that night. Their indiscretions now had a very permanent rule. They'd only shag each other as Harry, the Champion.

After the second wizarding war, the Prophet had deemed Harry that title and it seemed to fit. He didn't really seem to care as he became more and more secluded and secretive.

"We're going to solve our problem," Malfoy said, "since you insist on the rules."

"They're your rules too!"

Malfoy sighed; he stopped and indicated for Neville to look into the window of the pub they had ended in front of.

"What do you want me to do?" Neville asked, slightly scowling.

"Go get what we need," Malfoy said, in a matter-of-factly sort of way.

"You're ridiculous. How am I going to go in and just yank some strands of hair off?" Neville looked in between Malfoy and Harry who was sitting in the pub, alone.

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The Thirsty Scholar was Harry's favourite pub. There was nothing special about it except for the fact that it was one of the only discreet places in the wizarding London where no one really seemed to mind him.

Bartenders poured him his drink, smiled, and took his money. He liked that. It was his own little miracle, having found someplace where no one cared about him, or the latest gossip.


Harry looked up from his pint towards a familiar face, confused having seen it.


"I'm not bothering you, am I?" Neville asked, slowly approaching Harry, looking scared of something.

Harry laughed. "No, of course not," he answered, smiling. "I was just getting bored with my own thoughts. Glad you're here."

Neville seemed to sigh with relief and sat next to Harry.

"What brings you here?" Harry asked; he'd never seen Nev at the pub before. He didn't even know that Neville knew about it.

"Just you know..." Neville shrugged. He ran his hand through Harry's hair, and Harry inadvertently leaned into the touch. "You need a haircut, mate."

Harry stiffened up. Of course that was the only reason Neville would do such a thing. He was Harry's barber.

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"Harry, what's the matter?" Neville asked, curious at Harry's reaction.

Neville had just run his hand through Harry’s hair, and he’d sort of leaned into it. Had Neville just imagined that?

Why would Harry do such a thing?

His curiosity was getting the best of him. It couldn't be that Harry was interested in Neville, could be?

Neville bit his lower lip and leaned in close to Harry. He had a question to ask. He smiled hesitantly and parted his lips to say something. Much to Neville’s surprise, Harry leaned in himself and kissed Neville. Leaving him breathless and speechless.

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How did Neville get here? Not that he minded, but, Malfoy was waiting outside and his wildest dreams had just come true. Harry, his friend who he secretly had a crush on before he’d even realised he was gay, was kissing him.

Kissing. Neville.

Harry pulled back from Neville and gave him a curious look.

“I— I don’t know what came over me,” Harry said; his body became rigid and he turned to pick up his pint glass. “I’m sorry,” he mumbled into his glass and took a sip.

“No, Harry. Don’t,” Neville said, placing a hand on Harry’s shoulder.

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Draco watched from the window as Longbottom entered the pub to talk to Potter. The plan was simple. Longbottom was going to talk to him, get a few strands of his hair that might have fallen on his coat, and walk out.

Why Longbottom was sitting there for so long chatting with Potter was lost on Draco. Leave it to the Gryffindors to start conversing about the weather. Why was it so hard to get in, get out, and get the job done?

Draco sighed and looked around the alley for something to entertain himself with. Then when he turned his gaze back inside the pub, what he saw, he couldn’t believe!

Potter and Longbottom were snogging! Snogging!

The nerve!

Draco’s feelings were in a maze. He wasn’t sure if he was cross or mystified. Besides, the idea of the man he liked to fuck, and the man that he was actually fucking were kissing each other was rather intriguing.

Was Draco going to be a part of this or was Longbottom done with him?

“Bloody hell,” Draco said, frustrated. He was annoyed and turned on.

Longbottom got what he wanted. What if he didn’t want Draco anymore?

“Like hell.”

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Neville looked past Harry's shoulder and found Malfoy glowering at them. He got an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach and it hurt. Why did he feel like he was cheating on Malfoy? Why was he so stuffed with these feelings of guilt?

"Where'd you go?" Harry asked softly, placing a finger on Neville's chin and focusing his attention back on Harry.

"Sorry. Just..." Neville smiled, running a hand through his hair. "Harry, I can't...I mean..."


"No! I want to, but I'm not alone." Neville rushed to get his words out before Harry'd think the wrong thing. He was hesitating, but not because he didn't want Harry, he wanted more.

"What do you mean?"

"Come to my place tonight. I live in the flat above gran's, so use the Floo. She's good at giving me privacy and doesn't bother me in the evenings. I'll--we'll explain then."

Harry looked so lost Neville wanted to explain everything to him right then and there but he didn't want to risk anyone overhearing them. He thought about a privacy charm, a stronger one, but it wasn't fair to Malfoy.

Shit, when did you start giving a crap about Malfoy?

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If Neville were a true friend, he would have told Harry right then what he was on about. The trouble was, this concern for Malfoy really came out of nowhere. He didn't want to think about Malfoy. He didn't even like Malfoy.

But when Harry made his move on Neville by kissing him, which had been one of Neville's fantasies, he couldn't help but feel guilty about it.

Now all he wanted to do was share Harry. Share Harry with Draco fucking Malfoy. Honestly, what was wrong with him.

When he left the pub, Malfoy followed him down the alley.

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"What did you say to Potter?" Malfoy grabbed Neville by his arm and whirled him around. They hadn't made it all the way back to Neville's flat yet and he wanted to wait until he got home to explain things to Malfoy.

"He's coming over later," Neville said and kept walking.

"What? Why?"

"Why do you think, Malfoy?"

"What did you tell him?" Malfoy's voice was stern, but Neville caught the hint of it wavering. When he turned to look at Malfoy, he'd schooled his expression.

"I told him I couldn't...I couldn't go through with it. Not without you."

"You're fucking crazy," Malfoy said. "Potter would never. Never with me." Malfoy took a step back as if he'd just been slapped in the face and now he was getting ready to run away.

"No, don't," Neville said, reaching out. "Stay with me. Come home with me."

Malfoy looked hesitant so Neville walked up to him, closing the distance between them. "If you want me to just be with him...if that's what you want, okay. But what I want is for us to share. I don't feel right..."

"You're being a stupid Gryffindor." Malfoy smiled and Neville kissed him.

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"I don't know what you expect out of this," Malfoy said with a frown. "I'm not sure he'd want--I mean, isn't that why we--"

"I'll explain it to him," Neville said.

"Explain what? That we polyjuiced ourselve--"

"I'll tell him we both want him. That we're both interested. If he's to have us, it has to be together."

"Longbottom, you can't be serious."

"Of course I am serious!" Neville snapped. "Malfoy, isn't this how we got started? Now this is our time for a fresh start. We can have him. He can have us. There's no pretence of polyjuice, we're in this together. If you don't want this, Malfoy, then fine; your prerogative. But tonight when he was kissing me, I wanted it, but I wanted you there too. Maybe I'm too simple, you'll think I'm dumb, or naive, but it's how it is. I want you both. I'm going to try to get you both."

Malfoy pushed Neville. He started to step backwards until he hit the wall; then, Malfoy's knee was between his legs and his lips were hovering over Neville's. "I don't care what Potter wants. But, I know I need to have you right now..."

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It was still slightly strange, they'd agreed never to get together as themselves, but the moment Harry had kissed Neville, Neville had known it wasn't Malfoy. And then, he'd wanted Malfoy also. This was so convoluted, he was confusing himself.

The sun was setting, his room was slowly getting dark; Neville hadn't lit the candles yet. He smiled at Malfoy, who leaned down to kiss him, and Neville, for the first time kissed Malfoy.

Sure, they'd kissed before but it wasn't the same. Everything was changing now. Everything Neville felt for Malfoy was becoming real; maybe the same was happening to him.

"You'll stay though, right?" Neville asked softly as Malfoy settled himself between Neville's legs. Neville arched up, bringing their bodies closer together.

"If he won't want to kick me out..." Malfoy said softly, his face resting in the crook of Neville's neck as their bodies moved together.

Malfoy's one hand travelled up Neville's chest, he brought his other one in-between them, stroking their erections together.

"It's you and me," he whispered softly and Neville smiled.

"Yeah, it's us."

"And it's different."

This was truly the first time for them. As Neville and Draco, and it was bloody brilliant.

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The Floo roared and Harry's head popped in. "Neville, you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here... come on by," Neville said, slightly panting. He was having trouble buttoning up his jeans. He'd been snogging Malfoy for the past hour or so, and Malfoy had managed to get his hand down Neville's pants.

He didn't want to be all ruffled up before he explained anything to Harry, but being with Malfoy as Draco Malfoy, had been good.

When Harry stepped through, he looked around. Neville figured he was searching for someone. Malfoy was hiding in Neville's bedroom. He was certain Harry was going to reject him.

"It's good to see you," Neville said, closing the distance between them, and kissing Harry.

"I still don't understand. What were you talking about before?"

"I'm seeing someone."

Harry's eyes widened and he took a step back. "I didn't know. Why did you let me...? Why did you kiss me right now?"

"It's not exclusive. Or, well, I don't think it was until tonight." Neville raked his hand through his hair, this was all coming out wrong; he was scaring Harry.

"Neville, I don't want to be in between you and your boyfriend—"

Neville scoffed, "Boyfriend. He'll really love that word."

"I'm not a cheater, Neville."

"I know. It's not like... Can we sit down and I can try to explain?"

Harry looked like he was almost ready to leave. If Neville hadn't placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, Neville was certain he was going to Apparate away.

He pulled Harry towards the sofa and sat down next to him. Then, slowly, he tried to explain.

"You polyjuice yourselves to have sex with me?" Harry looked confused, but thankfully, not totally disgusted.

"I've fancied you for a while, and so has he."

"Who is he?" Harry asked.

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Draco wished he had some Felix Felicis on him given how his night had been going. Everything had been so fast; he was having a hard time believing it'd only been a few hours.

First, he didn't want to be with Neville as Neville — not realizing no matter how had taken the Polyjuice, he'd always been. He was having quite the difficult time wrapping his mind around the fact: even though he'd fancied Potter, it was Neville his body he now craved.

And what was happening right now? Potter was in Neville's sitting room with him as they discussed Draco's obsession with the man. Potter was so close to being his, and Neville's, it was unbelievable.

He wondered if he could feign an emergency; simply Apparate out of Neville's flat. Or, perhaps he should have magicked himself a cloak of invisibility so he could be outside in the sitting room and listen to what they were talking about.

There was no way Neville was going to be able to shock Potter into taking action—particularly if that action was wanting Draco. Being with Draco while he was also with Neville. Draco had seen them kiss tonight, and Potter was into Neville. There was no way he'd want Draco.

Not now, or ever.

As Draco was busy galvanizing his own escape plan, the door to Neville's bedroom opened and Potter walked in.

"That's him," Neville said softly, and to say—Potter looked utterly shocked—was an understatement.


Draco shrugged not knowing what else he could have done when Neville came around Potter to stand next to Draco. He took Draco's hand in his before looking at Potter. "It's us. We're tired of pretending otherwise. We both want you, Harry. Together."

Now, it was Potter's turn to want them. Or leave.

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Neville left Harry's side to stand next to Draco. He had half a mind to take Draco's hand but he was sure Draco would have pulled away. He was a jittery thing like that. Real feelings, and he recoiled back in his shell.

Still, Neville knew Draco wanted to be there. Wanted to be there with both of them. However this was going to work out. Maybe Harry would turn around and leave. Or, just maybe they would stay up all night.

"So, what you're telling me is…" Harry drawled.

"Yeah. What I told you. It's true. We want to be with you. Together. I mean, I guess…" Neville faltered for a second but when Draco looked at him, he spoke again. "If you just want Draco, I'll understand. But—"

"No," Draco said, finally giving a voice to his presence.

"I'm with Neville. I mean, we're not together, but for the purpose of how this shall play out…we're in this together. We're telling you we want you. It doesn't have to mean anything. It doesn't have to be tonight—your decision, I mean. Just—"

"All right."

"I'm sorry?" asked Neville, and "Repeat that?" said Draco.

"We can try this. I mean…I can certainly try this." Harry bit his lower lips, looking down on the floor for a second before he locked his gaze with Neville. "Yeah. I'm willing to try."

"Okay," Neville said tentatively. "Do you want to talk—"

"Do you have any Firewhisky?" Harry asked. "For courage. And maybe, yeah, talking…I s'pose."

Neville looked at Draco and Draco rolled his eyes. He left the room, gently brushing past Harry, to go and get Neville's Firewhisky. He'd know where it was.

"Okay, let's go to the sitting room, then." Neville took Harry's arm and lead the way.

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They sat on the sofa together, quietly sipping on Firewhisky. This was one of the few times Neville wished he'd owned a Muggle television so at least, they could be doing something. He was sat in-between Harry and Draco, oddly feeling out of place.

Draco had fancied Harry for a while, Neville knew this; maybe he was in the way. Self-doubt started creeping in as alcohol began to settle in him.

"I…" Neville started to say when Draco placed a hand on his thigh. He turned to look at Draco, not realising he'd been staring at Harry.

"Come here…" Draco whispered; he grabbed Neville by the chin. He leaned up, placing a small kiss on Neville's lips; it seemed to do the trick. Neville immediately relaxed.

Almost forgetting— almost — that Harry was there, Neville returned Draco's kiss with a deeper one.

"Polyjuice tastes different than Firewhisky," he said to Draco who smiled at him.

"I was thinking the same thing."

Then Neville followed Draco's gaze and looked at Harry. Harry was staring at them, arousal obvious in his eyes, all the while, the stiffness and the tension didn't seem to have left him.

"Do you want to taste Draco, Harry?"

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"I…" Harry hesitated. "This is…I don't know…"

"I know," Neville said softly and reached out to cup Harry's face. "It's not like we invited you over for tea for two. We don't have to do anything you don't want—"

"Or we can do everything you want," said Draco.

Neville glared at Draco who winked at him.

"It's just a kiss, Potter," Draco whispered, but he didn't move. He was waiting for Harry to make the move. It was Harry's turn.

"I've already kissed Neville tonight," Harry said lightly, "I suppose it'd only be fair."

"Indeed," Draco said. "Don't get me started how jealous I was when you kissed Neville."

"Yeah…" Neville said softly when Harry inched himself closer to Draco. Draco placed his hand behind Harry's neck. "Draco had wanted to kiss you for a while now."

"It wasn't just that," Draco said, placing his hand in Neville's as Harry got closer and closer to him. "I was jealous of how Neville was looking at you. I needed to be a part of it."

The confession surprised Neville and he didn't know if Draco was being serious or simply flirting. Then Harry's mouth was on Draco's, and for a moment, Neville didn't know if it was Draco who had moaned or Harry. A few seconds later, Harry tilted his head to the side and Neville watched as he parted his lips and Draco slid his tongue in.

This time, it was definitely Draco moaning.

Neville's cock sprang to attention given the scene before him. He didn't know if he could let go of Draco's hand still in his to adjust himself or for now, enjoy his view.

When Draco pulled apart he turned to Neville, in a second, Harry was on him with Draco's hot mouth on Neville's neck.

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They took turns, kissing, and groping. No one moved from their spot as they huddled together on the sofa. It was as if each one of them was waiting on another to do more. To lead. But Neville didn't want to lead now. Not for tonight anymore. He wanted to enjoy this.

The second they'd take the next step, everything would change. And he wasn't ready for change. He wanted to take his time. Enjoy his men. Enjoy the moment as he lived in it.

"I could get drunk off you two," Harry mumbled as his lips moved from Neville's to Draco.

"And I could suck you dry…" Draco whispered back, his hand rubbing against Neville's erection. He looked down at Neville's trousers, smirking. "Both of you."

"This is…" Harry whispered with a bit of hesitation.

"Enough for tonight," Neville said. "Come here," he added, pulling Harry on top of him. "Just stay here with us. In the moment."

Harry did as Neville directed him, his legs came to rest around Neville's waist and he rocked back and forth on Neville's lap. "What about…" Harry started to speak, looking at Draco. Neville figured it'd be, What about what Malfoy wants?

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"Just be like this…" Malfoy balanced himself on his knees and came closer to Harry's face, kissing him, while Harry rocked back and forth in Neville's lap.

Neville's heart was pounding fast. It seemed to be too much at times, and at other times, just not enough. He didn't know how his body would be recuperating from this adventure, or how his heart might do in the end from this. It was quite an excursion from his daily life; his normal and boring routine. He didn't want to dwell on the negative ramifications from this but he couldn't help himself.

What if he'd end up being the one left behind?

"You're thinking again," Malfoy whispered in Neville's ear. "Wasn't it your idea to enjoy this…?"

"Yes?" Neville said, confused.

"So where'd you go?"

Neville looked up at Harry, who had his glasses off, and had his mouth slightly open. He looked like he was going to say something when Neville pulled him down to kiss him.

Malfoy, of all people, was right. He needed to shut his brain off. So that's what he did. He told both Malfoy and Harry to hold onto him, and Apparate them to his bed.

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Harry was in the middle, of course, but it surprised Neville that Draco allowed him to face Harry.

Draco held Harry from behind, kissing the back of Harry's neck, murmuring things in Harry's ear while Neville rubbed up against him. Whatever his state of confusion was, was gone. Now, he was willingly giving into this desire — this itch — for Harry. Glad Harry was being so open with them, too.

They were still more than half dressed, but the pleasure was undeniable. It was a good balance of doing what they wanted and keeping a slow pace for a memorable evening.

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Potter moaned as Draco gently bit his shoulder, then pressed himself against Potter's arse. He pushed back, and all the same, pulled Longbottom in for a deep kiss.

Draco couldn't believe his feelings for Neville had been once ambiguous. Now, he knew, even though he enjoyed doing the role play with him, he still had a desire for him.

He was so into both Potter and Longbottom and he wished he wouldn't have to choose. Or worse, they leave him behind. He wanted more. He wanted a lot more tonight but it seemed both of his men were taking caution. He'd never imagined this before. To be with two Gryffindors and be the one who wanted to take things further, faster. As in right fucking now. There was no escape to his feelings, either.

He ached to be with both of them.

He'd always had a thing for Potter, that was never a surprise. What had been a surprise was how he cared for Longbottom. Neville.

As Neville's arm came around Potter to touch Draco, Draco diverted his attention from Potter to Neville. He looked right at Neville and smiled.

He knew he was done for. He had it bad.

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Harry closed his eyes and his head pressed into the pillow. Obviously, he'd not expected his night to take such a turn. One moment he was kissing Neville; a few hours later, he was in bed with him and Malfoy.

Was this real?

Could this be real?

Would it last?

He trusted Neville not to hurt him but could he say the same about Malfoy?

Malfoy kissed like he was on a mission. It was hot and determined. Something Harry hadn't expected. It wasn't like he'd actually thought about it, either.

Now he wondered if he could ever forget it.

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Being pressed between the two men was enough to get the wind kicked out of him. It was so hot; at the same time, it felt so emotional. Personal.

Here he was with one of his closest friends, and the other? someone Harry used to hate. A recipe for disaster.

In reality, it was poetic. Beautiful. It took Harry's breath away.

"Want you both," he murmured as he reached for Neville's cock, pressing his palm against the erection. He moaned when Malfoy pushed up against him; biting his ear at the same time.

Harry loved being lost between the two.

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In the end, they were half naked, and it was all a sticky mess. Neville would've laughed at their situation if he wasn't so enchanted by the look on Harry's face. Malfoy removed Harry's glasses, and Harry's eyes were glazed over with something Neville could only describe as satisfaction.

He was glad for that. Glad he could give that to Harry. And to Malfoy.

"We should get cleaned up..." Neville said, starting to pull away but Malfoy grabbed him.

"Just use a charm." Malfoy handed Neville's wand to him. How had he even known where it was?

When Neville cast a cleaning charm on them all, he lay back down on the bed, stroking Harry's hair.

"Please don't tell me you're gonna kick me out." Harry sounded like he was joking but he also looked uncertain. Nervous as if Neville would ask him to leave.

"You both can stay the night, if you so wish," he said.

Malfoy wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and got super close and comfortable with him. "Unless, you two want me to leave you alone..." he said, teasing as well, or so he'd tried.

"Don't be daft, Longbottom," Malfoy said, scoffing. "We're not kicking you out of your own lodgings."

"So glad you have such good manners, Malfoy."

Malfoy rolled his eyes at Neville which Harry couldn't see.

"Still, I'll be right back," said Neville getting off the bed.

"Where are you going?" Harry reached for him and was merely a few seconds shy of touching him.

"Getting some water for us all. That's it. Be back in a flash."

When Neville returned with a jug of water and a few glasses, he found Harry's face buried in Malfoy's neck. He'd fallen asleep.

"We wore him out," said Malfoy.

"Yeah, we did," replied Neville.

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"Do you have work in the morning?" Malfoy asked Neville in a soft voice as Neville draped the covers over them.

"Yeah…" Neville replied. "But, my first appointment isn't until noon. I can owl the shop in the morning if I need to go in later…"

"I could make us breakfast," Malfoy said and Neville smiled at him. "What?" he snapped.

Typical Malfoy.

"Look at us. Playing house," Neville teased and Malfoy rolled his eyes.

"I never expected this, you know. I never expected us to go more than—"

"I know," Neville said, stroking Harry's hair. "This is beyond…everything."

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Even though Neville spent more than a few evenings in Malfoy, getting off, this was something different. Obviously, it was. They'd never both got together to go after something they'd wanted.

Mainly, Harry.

Finally, Harry was in bed with them; Neville felt how this was different than any other one night stand he'd had. This wasn't fake, and the body next to his didn't feel cold or plastic.

As Harry stirred, moving away from Draco and towards Neville, he couldn't help but smile. They were sharing this. Harry was deep in his sleep, and Malfoy had his eyes closed; it all felt good.


He didn't dare ask himself, for how long? Because, that didn't matter now. What mattered was Neville had his men with him.

Eventually, he closed his eyes and tried to fall asleep too. The sound of Harry's deep breathing, and Malfoy's shallow ones, was like music.

He didn't know what the next day would bring. Or for that matter, the next week, or month. They'd continue this, wouldn't they? They'd go further than they had tonight.

Neville had been inside Harry, but not this Harry but the Harry Malfoy had polyjuiced himself to be. And Malfoy had done the same — would it feel different to have the real Harry's cock inside him? Would his mouth on Neville's erection feel different.

Would his spent taste different?

As Neville finally gave into slumber, he felt satisfied. All these questions were confusing, and felt dirty, but they all also felt right. He'd have his answers soon. He'd have Draco and Harry to experiment with together.

For now, that's enough.

When he woke up a few hours later, thankful it was before his alarm, he found Harry's arms snaked around his waist.

He was glad he'd not imagined it all.

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"Mmm…smells good." Harry stirred next to Neville when Neville realised Draco wasn't in bed with them.

"Must be Malfoy's cooking," Neville said softly.

"I didn't know he could cook," Harry said.

"Yeah, me neither."

They both lazily got out of bed and Neville reached his cupboard for some pyjamas when he realised he'd have to give a pair to Harry, as well. It'd been a while since he'd had anyone over, let alone, two men.

"Here," he offered to Harry a cotton shirt and a pair of cotton trousers. "It's not much but I wasn't exactly expecting company."

Harry looked at him smiling. He got up, as if conscious he was naked and pulled Neville into a kiss. Then they both dressed silently. Neville wondered what Draco was wearing. Was he just in his shorts prancing about or was he wearing his clothes from the night before?

Curiosity got the better of him and he and Harry made their way out of the bedroom and to the kitchen. Draco was only wearing his trousers from the night before and they hung low on his hips.

Neville's cock stirred at the site and it seemed Harry had also been frozen in his tracks. Harry's eyes were on Draco's chest, mainly on the faint scars on his chest. Neville had seen them before but he supposed it was different for Harry. Harry was the one who'd given them to Draco.

"I…" Harry paused.

"It's okay, it was a long time ago. Come on…" Neville whispered in Harry's ear and pulled him close. Maybe in the heat of the moment while their bodies were writhing together Harry hadn't noticed them. But in the light of day, Neville could see it made him uncomfortable.

"What did you make?" Neville asked Draco, all the while resting his hand on the small of Harry's back.

"You didn't have much so eggs, bacon…some toast," Draco replied then he looked at Harry. "You all right."

"Yeah, fine!" Harry said clearing his throat and looking away.

Draco looked at Neville and raised an eyebrow as if in question. Neville smiled, leaned in and kissed Draco on the lips before making his way to the breakfast table.

"You hungry, Harry?"

"Yeah, a bit," replied Harry.

"You're going to be okay?" Neville asked in a low tone. "Do you want to talk about it. To him maybe?"

"No," Harry said shaking his head. "It's fine. I just froze up but okay now. I'm fine. I promise."

Harry and Neville were seated across from each other; when everything was ready, Draco came and sat next to Neville. He was surprised at how easily Draco had cosied up to him.

"You want to tell me about this later?" Draco asked softly while Harry was buttering his toast.

"Yeah. Maybe," Neville said quickly. "Why are you so close to me? It feels like we're somehow against him."

"Maybe I'm just showing my commitment to you?" Draco said in a challenging tone.

Neville rolled his eyes; when he looked away from Draco and towards Harry, he knew he had a huge grin on his face. "What?" he asked Harry who looked at him in a strange way.

"I thought you said you two weren't together."

"I… we're not."

"Right," Harry said with a chuckle. "Could've fooled me."

"If you're applying we're romantically tangled together, Potter, let me assure you, it's not like that. I've just recently discovered I enjoy Neville's company, more than I'd earlier realised. And now, I would like to continue enjoying it."

Somehow, Neville had not expected that from Draco.

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"What about you?" Draco asked Potter once the shock of what he'd said wore off everyone. He himself, couldn't believe he'd said those things. Of course, he'd found Longbottom tolerable but maybe something had changed last night. Things had been changing for a while now.

"What about me?" Potter asked, looking slightly confused. "If it's about me and Neville, I think we have one of those friendships that'll stay evergreen. Functional and relevant even if this whole thing blows over."

"This whole thing…" Draco heard Neville mutter under his breath.

"This isn't a joke to us, Potter," Draco said, surprising himself once again by coming to Neville's defence. "Is it to you?"

"No, of course not. I don't know what to think, is all. I mean, you two told me a lot last night; then we spent the night — in a way — I don't know—"

"Do you regret it?" Neville said in a soft tone. Draco couldn't help it, he slid his hand down Neville's leg and squeezed his knee.

"Definitely, not." Potter seemed determined and Draco let out a breath he hadn't realised he was holding. Bugger me.

"Maybe we should start slow," Potter said. "Dinner tonight. To talk."

Draco waited for Neville to say something but they were both quiet. Perhaps too quiet for too long because Potter spoke again.

"Somewhere neutral. Where we're not tempt—I'm not tempted to take it too far without discussing what we want. "

"I know what I want," Neville said. "I've wanted to fuck you for a long time."

Draco bit the inside of his cheek and squeezed Neville's knee again. Merlin, he knew exactly why he'd picked Longbottom for this little adventure of theirs.

"A neutral place to talk is a good idea," said Draco quickly. "I'll owl you both tonight."

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Harry got home and looked in the mirror. Was he supposed to look different now? Was he a new man? You spent the night with two men last night. He'd been with Neville and Malfoy.

It might’ve been the first time he'd did it, but not the first time he'd wanted to. He'd always had a bit of a thing for Malfoy, of course, but Neville. And Neville.

Neville understood him in a way no one else could. Harry had been quite invisible until he wasn't, and it was more or less how Neville had once explained it to him. Neville had been living his life until the war, and then he was also a hero. He received attention wherever he went.

They couldn't escape it.

Throw Malfoy in the mix and everything became equally more confusing and equally more complicated. But it'd been fun. It'd been incredible, actually.

He didn't know if he could be with one of them now and not want the other to be there too. It was obvious to Harry, even if it wasn't obvious to them, Neville and Malfoy belonged together.

They were such an item in a way, it was envying. And inciting.

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In true Malfoy fashion (because honestly what had Neville otherwise expected?) a fresh bouquet of flowers were waiting for him by his door.

When he returned home from work, he wanted to laugh, but didn't want to scare the neighbours, either. He was certain Harry probably also received something absolutely garish. Malfoy was trying to make a point.

He was trying to make them laugh.

After the war, Neville had finally started to see a different side of Draco. A side he was only unfortunately privy to when he was on the short end of receiving a mocking. But Draco was an entertainer. He liked to laugh and make others laugh with him. In secret, it was probably because he wanted to win others' approval; Neville was aware of how Draco had never earned his father's.

Even though Malfoy never apologised in so many words, Neville had forgiven him. Heck, they used to role play and fuck each other, so that was forgiven enough, wasn't it?

And now they were starting a new chapter together. They were all their best version of a new man. He knew he couldn't ask for more. Not now.

As he entered his flat, holding the flowers, Neville started to read the note.

Catered dinner at my flat tonight. Seven. No, don't worry, no house-elves to fawn over Precious Potter. I live in Muggle neighbourhood so it's Muggles that'll be waiting on us. And if they have a problem with what they see or hear, well just Obliviate them. I'm joking, of course.

Or am I?

See you then.

Neville shook his head and placed the note and the flowers under a protection charm. He had a few friends, mainly Ginny, who liked to come over and go through his things. So he needed to keep his private life private. If she came across a note, even though it was harmless enough, about dinner with Malfoy and Harry Potter, surely she'd have questions. And suspicious. And Neville didn't need that.

What he needed was a good fuck. From what he'd had the night before, he needed more. He'd only had a taste, now he desired for a full meal.

Pun not intended.

Before he head over to shower, he summoned his owl and wrote a quick note to Draco.

Shall I bring dessert or wine?

The reply was instantaneous.

I thought Potter was dessert.

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Harry was nervous. And early.

Malfoy's invitation had said seven o'clock but there he was standing outside the door half an hour early. He wasn't sure what he should have been doing. Should he knock? Or perhaps take a detour, walk around the neighbourhood for twenty minutes and then return?

The door opened abruptly and Harry took a step back.

"I'm sorry, didn't realise anyone was standing there." A young woman, dressed in a white shirt and black trousers stood at the door, looking confused. "Are you here for the dinner, sir? Mr Malfoy's guest."

"Uh… yes," Harry said, forcing himself to get out of the trance. "I'm afraid I'm early so I hadn't…"

"Not a problem, sir. Almost everything is ready. Please come in." She got out of the way to let Harry in and Harry was immediately hit by an aroma of exotic spices. It was brilliant.

"What's that?"

"Moroccan food, sir," she said, and led Harry to the sitting room where Malfoy was sitting on the sofa.

"Potter. You're—"

"Early, I know. You'd said arrive between seven, seven-fifteen, but I…"

"Not a problem," Malfoy said with a grin. "Thank you for everything, Nova."

"Of course, sir. We'll set up the dessert in the refrigerator and be on our way."

"Very well," Malfoy said in a kind tone which surprised Harry. He wasn't sure why. Malfoy had been nothing but gentle with him and Neville.

The memory of their evening together sent heat rushing to Harry's face.

After Nova was gone, Malfoy turned his attention to Harry. "No need to look so surprised. I can't exactly get house-elves in Muggle London."

"No, it's fine. I'm not surprised about that," said Harry. They were still awkwardly standing across from each other, three feet away, while what sounded like several people running around in the kitchen.

"This isn't exactly a neutral place," Harry said after a beat. "It's your flat."

Malfoy chuckled low. "Have you ever had Moroccan food?" he asked and Harry shook his head.

Malfoy motioned for Harry to take a seat and then went to the corner of his room where the bar was. He was back a minute later with a small glass of whiskey, and took a seat next to Harry.

"It's absolutely delicious. Most of it, you eat with your hand. It's incredibly undignified, and if the lentils are cooked correctly, it leaves your breath and your skin smelling as though you bathed in garlic."

"Oh," Harry said, confused. He took the drink from Malfoy's hands and their fingers brushed together. He couldn't help but quirk a smile before sipping the drink. "Why are we eating that then?"

Malfoy chuckled again and Harry wanted to pull him into a kiss right then. But, a part of him felt it was the wrong thing to do without Neville.

"Kisses before dinner and conversations after," Malfoy said, leaning in to kiss Harry on the cheek.

The doorbell rang and Malfoy pulled back.

"Well, it's dinner time."

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Neville knew things with Malfoy would never be mundane. He was ready for an interesting evening. Malfoy had made dinner plans and they were all supposed to gather around and talk.

Talk? Like they did the night before?

Neville couldn't believe it'd only been a day since they'd all slept together, and then slept together. He'd had such a long day!

A young woman opened the door when Neville arrived at Malfoy's place. He'd never been to his flat before, obviously, because their antics, though not exactly legal, had only taken place in Neville's shop.

An odd thought entered Neville's mind. Would he still be cutting Harry's hair if they were now shagging?

Neville shook his head, bringing himself out of his ridiculous thoughts when the woman at the door continued to stare at him in a peculiar manner.

"My apologies," Neville said clearing his throat. "I'm here to meet Mr Malfoy."

"Certainly, sir," the woman said nodding, "Mr Malfoy said he was expecting two guests. You're right on time!" She gave him a warm smile and got out of the door so Neville could enter.

As he walked in, Neville was surprised to see Harry already there. Harry looked nervous, but Draco looked confident.

"Am I late?" Neville asked and a pang of jealousy shot through him. Had Draco invited Harry earlier than him? Did he want to spend more time with Harry while Neville wouldn't be in the way.

"No, not at all," both Draco and Harry said at the same time.

"I was too eager it seems," said Harry.

"Potter's an overachiever," Draco said with a chuckle. "Which we already know."

Harry rolled his eyes as he looked at Neville. "You look well."

Neville joined Harry in the sitting room as Draco left them to speak to the kitchen staff.

"Can't believe he went through all this effort," Neville whispered to Harry when Harry offered Neville his drink. "Thanks, mate," he added taking a sip of the whiskey.

"Apparently the food is going to make us smell really bad," Harry said with a laugh. "It's absolutely delicious but very unsexy." He bit his lower lip as if he was trying not to bellow at what a joke he thought it all was.

"Oh gods!" Neville said shaking his head. "He's absolutely unbelievable. That man can be so extra." He laughed and handed the drink back to Harry who took a sip.

Their fingers brushed together and it felt good when Harry's hand lingered on Neville's.

"He makes it fun though," Harry said as if sharing another secret with Neville. "Don't you think?"

"Absolutely," replied Neville. "He's worth it. Would you say?"

Harry gave Neville a warm smile and his hand came to rest on Neville's shoulder. "Yeah. Both of you are. I'm starting to feel that now."

"Are you sure you're not just feeling the drink?" Neville asked in a teasing tone as he leaned into Harry.

"Talking about me?" Draco said, amused, walking into the room.

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The dinner was an out of world experience, something Neville had never experienced before. He and Harry struggled as they ate the food, half with fork and knife, and half with their hands using, at times, the bread as a utensil.

Surprisingly, Draco was patient with them, taught them how to properly eat each item, while talking about the food at the same time. One would have thought he was the one that'd cooked it.

If he had, he'd been basking in the glory of it. But, he was not. Neville hadn't figured his hands to be trembling with nervousness as he took each bite. What was going to happen next; what were they going to do after?

"So, Potter, you're on leave from the Aurors?" Draco asked, giving Neville a start. He'd been lost in his own head for a good minute.

"Yes. We had a bad case and I was…" Harry paused to take in a deep breath. "I was very firmly requested to take some time off."

"Why?" asked Draco.

"I can't talk about it," Harry said with a patient tone, "but, I was working on the case for a month and with the informant closely…and somehow it all just got fucked up. I was over the wall about it. Blamed everyone, nearly got sacked blaming everyone being in on the conspiracy…" He chuckled without humour. "Evidently, I was in a dark place."

He trailed off the last bit and looked lost, unfocused. It was as if he was starting to think about the incident, whatever it was, and was back there.

"Maybe it wasn't all terrible," Draco said trying to sound both careful and amused. "If you weren't on leave, you wouldn't have been in that pub. And then, maybe you wouldn't be here tonight."

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Harry smiled at Malfoy's words and looked away. He'd already felt like he'd said too much.

The case he'd been too involved in, the man he'd trusted, and the shock of it all blowing up in his face was still all too fresh. Too real.

He knew…he knew if he weren't "Harry Potter" he would have been sacked from his job. Instead, he'd been put on paid leave and told never to discuss the case with anyone.

It was why he'd been at that no-name pub— Gods was that only less than forty-eight hours ago?

His life was always doing that. Always changing every time he blinked; every time he held his breath for too long. Now, he only hoped this change was a good one. It was a new chapter of sorts he was starting with Neville and Malfoy—

"You okay, Harry?" Neville's soft voice brought Harry out of his trance; he had reached across to hold Harry's hand. "Anything you wanna talk about? I know you said you can't discuss the case— but is there anything else?"

Harry smiled again, touched by the concern they both showed.

"It'll be our secret," Neville added in a gentle tone.

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Harry picked at the grapes on the fruit plate in front of him. He thought about long and hard of what he was going to say. What he had said—didn't say in front of the Wizengamot.

"I lost someone," he said softly. "Someon—he'd mattered to me."

"He?" Malfoy's tone was gentle and he looked like he was going to move closer to Harry but then refrained. "What happened with him?"

"He was an informant and we'd got close maybe too close, or at least they implied."

"Did you have feelings for him?" Neville asked next. He squeezed Harry's hand and didn't let go.

Harry didn't answer. He looked down at his joint hands with Neville for a long time and when he looked up to see both Neville and Draco, it was obvious they'd known the answer.

"He's gone?" Draco asked.

"Yes…" Harry closed his eyes again, talking about it was still painful. He'd lost so many people in his life and adding another one on the list was too much. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair what had happened and it wasn't fair that he couldn't talk openly about it.

"Oh, Potter…" Draco reached over then and pulled Harry in his arms. "I'm so sorry, love…" he said in a hushed tone. "You don't deserve that."

It was odd, really, that Draco Malfoy of all people was comforting him in such a way Harry didn't think possible. He knew eventually, he'd have to seek help for it. But never in his wildest dreams had he thought sharing this burden with these two unlikely people in front of him would make it just a bit better.

He was going to have to live with this for a very long time.

Still, it was nice to not be judged.

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Neville felt for Harry. He had no idea how Harry had managed to keep it all inside him and still keep himself sane. He himself had no clue what he'd done. Maybe he'd run away — like he'd always wanted to but never did.

Maybe he'd travel to forget all of his problems. He'd utilise the owl post to keep tabs on his parents' health from his grandmother but that'd be about it. Otherwise, he'd check out.

It was a happenstance how he'd run into Malfoy and they'd come up with this crazy idea of how they could both help each other. Maybe if he hadn't been with Draco, he would've gone crazy himself. But now, this wasn't about him.

It was about Harry. Wanting him. Wanting to comfort him.

"I hope you don't blame yourself," Neville said low as Harry rested in Draco's arms. He once again, felt out of place, but knew he was wanted there. Needed maybe.

"It's hard not to," Harry said turning his face towards Neville but still resting his body against Draco's. "Another person I hurt—not intentionally."

Neville remembered how Harry had been when he'd seen Draco's scars on his chest. Draco was a person Harry had unintentionally hurt and now completely understood why Harry had freaked out like that. After all this time.

He was blaming himself for the loss of his informant. His friend.

"I know you can't talk about it. I don't wanna push you… but no one person can be responsible for all that's bad. Sometimes accidents happen; we just have to learn to live with them." Neville finally stood up from his chair and came around to table. He pulled a chair next to Harry and sat there with him and Draco.

Draco started to let go but Neville shook his head.

"Maybe after all this you'll have time to evaluate if you want to continue with the DMLE or do something else. I know it's hard— we've all made mistakes and we've all lost people we're close to—"

"We won't let you go, Potter." Draco stroked Harry's hair, kissing his forehead gently. "We can't fix you. But we can love you."

When Harry looked up at Draco, Draco smiled down at him. A moment later, he placed a quick kiss on Harry's lips. It was a tender moment. Draco looked at Neville then, and asked, "Can't we, Nev?"

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Neville leaned closer and raked his fingers through Harry's hair. "He's right," he whispered. "We're here for you. However you want…"

Harry straightened up and turned to face Neville. He smiled softly. Neville couldn't help it then, he moved in further and kissed Harry. "You know I already love you."

Harry rested his forehead against Neville's and closed his eyes, "Yeah…"

They stayed still for a while, breathing each other in. Draco's hands were on Harry's shoulders, gently massaging them. It was a precious moment, Neville thought, and something had obviously shifted between them. For better.

He could have stayed like this for fortnight.

"We should help you clean up," Neville said finally.

"There's no need—" Draco started speaking but Harry interrupted him by a kiss.

"Let's help you."

"Very well," Draco said with a low chuckle; they began to move around the table. Harry gathered the empty dishes carrying them to the kitchen. Neville tidied up the table and placed a cleaning charm on the table cloth. Draco took the left over food and in the kitchen and settled them in small containers.

"We can have dessert in the sitting room," he announced after spelling the dishes clean.

They settled on the sofa; Neville was glad to be feeling so casual. Draco sat in between them, leaning back as Neville and Harry sat on either side of him. Their shoes were off, feet up and relaxed, as they enjoyed the rice pudding from the same bowl.

They tried not to talk about anything too serious. Draco spoke of different ways rice pudding's created depending on the culture or country it's from.

"You seem to really know your way around different cuisines," Harry said taking more pudding.

"I read quite a lot about the world when I was locked at home post-war—it was difficult to go out immediately after."

"Hmm…" Harry looked away to the floor and nodded solemnly. "I suppose they made it difficult for all of us in a way."

"Yes, eventually, I learned to experiment. I employed a tutor to teach me about the Muggle world. My father was not happy but I didn't care. I needed to see more of the world, not the pureblood ways. She and I went travelling to small Muggle towns; I could learn to act more Muggle but not bring any attention to myself and now…" He paused to shrug. "I try new restaurants, cuisine, and take cooking lessons."

"And your parents?" asked Neville.

"My mother knows me; my father only complains how I'm wasting away my inheritance." Draco laughed and bumped his knee with Neville's.

"That's probably because he's been put on a strict income and has to report his expenses to the Ministry."

Both Neville and Draco turned to look at Harry, slightly curious.

"What?" Harry asked, looking confused. "My team's assigned to meet with him every few months."

"Oh, I didn't—didn't know," said Draco.

"Probably shouldn't have told you that then, also," Harry said laughing. "Oops."

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"His income and expenses are under surveillance?" Draco asked, surprised. He didn't understand. Why weren’t his actions under severe scrutiny as well? Sure, he had to go and check in once in a while but no one asked him to show receipts of his purchases or discuss his travels. Should he also have been under attack?

He felt as if the temperature in the room dropped suddenly and he shivered.

"You okay?" Neville asked gently.

Draco wondered about what Neville thought. Was it his job to handle a crisis one lover at a time? Earlier Potter was the one freaking out and now it was Draco.

"I just…I don't know if I understand."

Potter placed the almost empty pudding bowl on the table and rubbed his hand over Draco's knee. "He's a Death Eater— Anyone that's survived and not in Azkaban is monitored—"

"But, so am I."

"You're not a Death Eater."

Draco's eyes widened. "I've got a mark on my arm that says otherwise."

"But no one blames you. It's easy to see…"

"Is it?" snapped Draco.

Harry continued to rub Draco's knee as Neville raked his fingers through Draco's hair.

"They'd asked me if you should have been monitored. And I'd said no." Harry leaned in and kissed Draco on the head. "I made Ron and Hermione support me in the decision."

"Why?" Draco asked, his voice was soft, because he was thankful for it. If he hadn't had his freedom, he wouldn't be the man he was today.

Harry gave a shy smile and then shrugged.

Neville let out a snort and Draco immediately turned to look at him.

"What?" Draco asked.

"Because he fancied you, fool," Neville said, looking amused. "He saved you from scrutiny so we could have this moment. Together."

"I wish I'd known then," said Harry, "that I was going to have this beautiful moment someday."

"But…" Draco asked, still unconvinced that he was truly free. "What does it mean for my father?"

Harry shrugged again. "I don't know. They'll continue monitoring him and bringing him in for questioning. Maybe someday they'll think he should be left alone but I think with the increase of small groups trying to rise up with the Dark Arts, it wouldn't be anytime soon."

"There would always be someone trying to rise up," said Neville.

"It's true. There would always be innocent lives lost," replied Harry.

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"I knew the Ministry could be unforgiving but I still… what if you hadn't been there to save me?" Draco asked turning towards Harry as Neville rested his hand on his shoulder.

What Harry had told them was grave and surprising. He'd no idea what he would've done if he were in Draco's position.

"I don't think it'll do any good to dwell on it," Neville whispered softly. "We should just thank the stars you aren't monitored and we can all be together now. Nothing will come out of thinking about it too much."

Draco nodded, looking resigned. Neville didn't know what else he could have said. He wanted to say more. He wanted Draco to feel better.

"Do you want us to stay with you?" Neville asked. "Tonight, I mean."

"You're leaving?" Draco asked looking from Harry to Neville back and forth almost like a confused mouse who'd lost his cheese. It was adorable and at the same time, Neville's heart broke a little. He didn't want to bring Draco more grief.

"Not right away. But, shouldn't we? Tonight was about dinner and talking…"

"I will stay— both of us will stay for as long as you want," said Harry smiling. "You two were so kind to me when I'd shared my—" He stopped to clear his throat. "You were very kind and I want to be here for you too. I'm sorry if I crossed a line; I should have said—"

"No," Draco said quickly. "I'm glad you told me. It means I can trust you to always tell me the truth."

"Of course you can," said Harry. He leaned close and gently kissed Draco's cheek. "Thank you for tonight. Not sure if I said this already, but everything was perfect."

"It was," Neville added. "Just like you."

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Neville raked his fingers through Draco's hair and Draco leaned into the touch.

"Feels good," he hummed. "Always love when you did this…" Draco spoke, his eyes closed, and Neville gave a shy smile to Harry who was watching them intently.

"You did?" Neville asked. It was awfully quiet in the sitting room; Neville wished he could magic the piano sitting in the corner to play soft music. It'd certainly set the mood.

"Yeah. Even if I thought it was Potter…" Draco stopped, looking hesitant and opened his eyes.

Harry leaned in kissing Draco's cheek. "Tell me. Tell me what you thought it was me doing this…" And threaded his fingers through Draco's hair, as well.

"You're going to make me see stars…" Draco said, shivering. "If you two keep this up…I might come in my trousers."

Harry laughed, gently tugging on Draco's hair. "I'd love to see that."

Draco growled with frustration and Neville was reminded of a baby wolf, as if ready to change on a Full Moon. Of course, it'd been a while since Neville had been around any wolves.

"You're adorable," Neville said, his hands lingering down to cup the back of Draco's neck.

Draco moaned and Neville couldn't help it. He pressed their lips together and kissed him. Draco kissed back, as if hungry for more, and Neville didn't know why he thought they were only going to have dinner and go home. Even if Draco had tried desperately to make their dinner full of garlic and other spices that were fun to consume but not fun to be around after. He feared his hands still smelled of the bread and the curry.

Okay, so this thought process was quickly becoming unsexy.

"It's the food, isn't it?" Harry asked. "It did its bloody job."

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"We'd agreed to only talk," Draco said laughing. Then he made an awkward face and bit the inside of his cheek. "But, my stomach isn't entirely agreeing with the direction we want to take this."

"We shouldn't take it there tonight. That was the plan," said Neville. He shook his head and stood up first. "The food was delicious but it wasn't chocolates and strawberries…"

"Is that what does it for you?" Draco said in a teasing tone. He very well knew being Harry Potter was also a thing that did it for him.

Neville smiled and shook his head. "I should call it a night."

It was all fun and games until Longbottom had to call it a night. Draco supposed someone had to or they'd all be sitting around on his sofa snogging and not taking it to the next level; because he couldn't be the only always making the first move and both Neville and Harry were too much of Gryffindors.

"What about you, Potter? Are you staying or going?"

Draco read the expression on Potter's face before he could even say the words. Was he allowed to stay? Was it in the rules?

Did Potter always play by the rules?

"I should go," Neville said quickly and started to leave the room.

"Hey…" Draco pulled on Neville's elbow and didn't allow him to escape. "You're going to need to stop running away from me," he whispered in Neville's ear. "You and me. Remember?"

"I remember," Neville replied. "But if Harry wants to stay, I don't want him to think there's some rule where there isn't…"

"There are no rules," Draco said confidently. "But we can set boundaries if you'd like."

Neville smiled at Draco and Draco felt a warmth inside him he hadn't felt before. That smile Neville gave him, it was special. It made Draco think it was something just for him. He’d never seen Longottom give that smile to anyone else.

"What?" Draco asked, trying to sound exasperated because it was better than sounding smitten.

"You're the ring-leader then?" Neville raised an eyebrow, and Draco didn't miss the way he'd almost leaned into Draco right then but then thought otherwise.

Draco shrugged. "Well, someone has to take charge if two Gryffindors are going to stand around debate over morality, righteousness, and whatever else—"

"We don't debate," said Neville.

"No, you just suffer in silence," Draco said rolling his eyes. "You've been awfully quiet." Draco turned to look at Harry. "You're going to say something?"

Harry was leaned back looking relaxed on Draco's sofa. Gods, he looks like he belongs there. He shook his head. "No. I just enjoy the two of you going at it like that," he said, laughing, and then took a sip of his drink. "It's hot to see you two get so worked up with each other." And then he winked; Draco nearly well lost it.

"Potter…" Draco growled before he was on Harry like a moth to a flame.

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"Let's plan to continue this on another night," Harry said, snogging Draco, and then turning to kiss Neville too.

Malfoy was good like that, Harry thought. He was good at getting them all involved in the project. Then, he almost chuckled to himself. Slytherin, indeed as he was so focused on getting his goal. His release.

"Tomorrow?" Harry asked.

"I can't." Both Draco and Neville said at the same time.

"I've got a previous engagement with my family," Draco said in a solemn tone Harry couldn't quite place.

"Right," Neville said, as if he knew what Malfoy was talking about. "I've got dinner plans with Gran. We do this weekly thing when—" He turned to look at Malfoy and Malfoy nodded.

"Okay. What is it?" Harry almost snapped.

"We don't really talk about it. It sort of feels weird to put it out there," Neville said after a long stretch of silence. He looked everywhere else in the room but at Draco and Harry.

"My parents have been trying to set me up for ages. It's my almost bi-weekly sort of dinner with them where they introduce the idea of marriage… it isn't an ideal topic of conversation with your male lover who you've been using Polyjuice potion with."

Neville nodded. "Yeah," he said. "I knew it would eventually come to an end. We'd run out of potions or excuses or…"

They were quiet again.

"Malfoy would find himself a bride," added Neville.

"So you're…what? Fluid?" Harry asked.

"Thank you for sounding so fucking judgemental, Potter."

"I'm not!" Harry exclaimed. "I couldn't. I mean, I'm bisexual myself. I just… I just don't know how being introduced to your future wife works, okay? I don't know any rituals or whatever—"

"It works when you want to keep your bloodline pure," Neville said. He got up and began straightening up his clothes.

"Are you leaving?" Harry asked.

"Yeah. Wouldn't you?" Neville asked, looking almost in disbelief.

"The mere concept of me having dinner with my family is so off-putting to you, Longbottom, then why do you keep coming back? I haven't given you any reason indicating I would be willing to actually suffer through these marriages of convenience."

"Maybe I just don't trust you," Neville said.

They were quiet again and this time, Draco looked hurt. Harry could tell that Neville saw the hurt on Draco's face but didn't approach him.

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Neville had no idea how or why things took such a strange turn. One moment, they were joking about and then the next, he and Draco were having a huge argument in front of Harry.

He felt embarrassed. There was no way Harry would want him now. He obviously fancied Draco too, but Neville was the one who had started this stupid fight. His insecurities tend to take the best of him.

He didn't mean what he'd said. He didn't mean to say he didn't trust Draco. Of course, that was stupid. He wouldn't have done so much with Draco if there wasn't any trust there.

"I…" He started to speak but nothing else came out. "Maybe we should circle back on this next week."

"Next week?" Harry asked.

Yeah, it would give them all time to cool down; Draco obviously had other plans. It'd be better to not see each other for a few days. They were moving too fast. He wished he could easily utilise the Time Turner technology and fix this.

He'd return to the beginning of this dinner and then leave shortly after.

"If I knew this bothered you so much, I would have cancelled my plans. It's too late now…" Draco said softly; the hurt look on his face hadn't diminished.

"I really don't want to talk about this right now," said Neville. "Maybe I should leave you two alone."

"Neville." Harry stood up to come close to him. He grabbed onto Neville's elbow pulling him closer still. "Don't run away now. You'd told me to stay last night. I'm asking you now. Don't…please don't go. Not like this."

Neville nodded once and leaned into Harry for a moment. He looked at Draco and spoke, "I didn't mean to have such an outburst. I won't lie and say it doesn't bother me but our arrangement—"

"It was meant to be temporary," said Draco; if that didn't hurt something fierce. "You and I, we didn't expect things to take such a turn—"

"We should maybe talk about this another time," Neville said, "When we're all clear-headed."

"Okay," Harry said sounding disappointed. He let go of his hold on Neville; he immediately missed the touch. "I'll leave first."

"Harry, you don't have to. Please…" Neville started to say but Harry had put himself together quickly.

He leaned in to give Neville a quick kiss on the cheek. He did the same with Draco.

"I'll get in touch soon. Hopefully things will cool down for you two." Then in a moment's notice, with his wand in hand, he Disapparated.

"He didn't leave any room for us to question him, did he?" Draco said in a dry tone.

"I should be the one who left first. I'm the arsehole," said Neville.

Draco stared at him for a long while then he closed the distance between them.

"What are you—"

Draco kissed Neville before he could get his words out.

"You are an arsehole, and well, so am I."

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"Draco Malfoy admitting he's an arsehole. Can I get that in writing? Summon me a quill and I'll take it home before it the ink dries," Neville teased.

Draco pushed him lightly.

"I don't want you to leave angry." I don't want you to leave at all, thought Draco.

"It's fine. You're right. We had an arrangement and I—"

"Just because I'm having dinner with my parents and there will be talk of prospects doesn't mean I'm going to marry the first person—"

"I know this. I'm not an idiot."

"I would never consider you an idiot, Longbottom. Can you let me finish a fucking thought?"

Neville scowled at Draco but Draco wasn't going to back down. He needed to get this off his chest. This was only their second day together as whatever the three of them were and this dinner was supposed to be light— of course he should have known nothing ever went as planned. Not in his lifetime. Obviously.


Draco woke up the next day feeling defeated. He went through the motions of his day until it was time to go to his parents. When he arrived at the manor, nothing seemed to have changed.

He had a drink with his father in the den, and then they all gathered around the lavish dining room table where his father only had scotch and a cigar, while his mother made excuses about eating light to maintain her figure. He didn't think his father noticed or cared.

It was dreadful. Usually, he looked forward to meeting up with Longbottom after these evenings for a bit of fun, but right now, everything was up in the air.

"Is everything all right, dear?" His mother had made her observation was something was off and looked determined to get it out of him.

"Perfectly fine, Mother," he said as convincingly as he could. All he wanted to do was leave here and go and find Neville and maybe even Harry and reconcile. But he knew he couldn't go there now. Not tonight.

They all needed some time to breathe and take it all in.

"You know, I'm thinking of going to Paris next weekend. Why don't you come with me?"

At that, Lucius Malfoy snorted. He always had a thing or two to say about Mother and Draco's weekends in France. Mostly because he wasn't allowed to leave, and if he was, his spendings were monitored.

Now he knew why. Now, he knew more details than he'd cared for.

"Ignore your father, dear," she continued. "What do you think?"

"I'll have to get back to you," Draco said, trying to think of an excuse. "I've got a few meetings planned for my cook—"

"You're still not pursuing that, are you?" Father asked with derision.

"You mean having a life?" Draco spat but the look from his mother warned him against continuing.

He finished the dinner with as much cordiality as he could muster— was out of the manor, without looking back.

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A few days had passed since the dinner at Malfoy's place. Neville had dutifully returned to work hoping he'd hear something from either Harry or Draco but hadn't. They had left things sort of all up in the air, and Neville didn't even know what to think or who to blame.

He knew he couldn't blame himself completely because it wasn't all his fault. Their fight was…peculiar and confusing. The way Draco had kissed him after Harry had left was also… puzzling. He had no idea why he thought this all would be a good idea.

It was a terrible idea.

His desire for Harry was bad enough, and then he'd gone and started off an affair with Draco Malfoy. Now, he fancied them both, had been with both, and the pressure of choosing or deciding what was in future for him— for them— was too much.

Still, he was certain of one thing. Nothing would come from sitting around and moping about it.

He sent two letters with his owls as he decided it was time to make a move. He asked both men to come and meet him at the pub where Neville had met Harry.

They were going to make a few decisions. He only hoped while he was sitting at home, Harry and Draco hadn't been meeting without him.

Once again, a terrible idea to think of worst-case scenarios. It was best to meet with them and then come to conclusions.


Neville had barely waited five minutes at the pub when Draco came barging in. He sat next to Neville and placed a privacy charm around them. Without any notice, Draco kissed him, deep. Neville almost let out a small moan but thought better of it.

"Not like you to be so brash, Malfoy," he teased.

Draco bit his lower lip and then brushed his thumb against Neville's chin. "I've missed you and I'm so sorry—"

"Let's wait for Harry."

"He's coming?"

"I hope so," said Neville and then immediately blushed. "I invited him as well."

Draco kissed Neville's cheek before he got up to grab himself a drink from the bar. As he was waiting at the bar, Neville saw Harry enter the pub. Draco locked eyes with Harry and Harry smiled. He looked relieved to see Draco so Neville concluded maybe, just maybe, they hadn't been meeting in secret behind Neville's back.

Harry approached Draco and waited with him. He didn't order himself a pint. Neville watched them interact, and he was completely moved by how good they looked together. Harry grabbed Draco's elbow and squeezed it lightly before letting go.

Harry still hadn't noticed Neville and it dawned on him later that it was because of the charm Draco had placed. Draco led him to their table and Harry seemed genuinely surprised to see Neville.

"Shit, I didn't know you were here waiting…" Harry said, running his hand through his hair. "Sorry if I'm late."

"You're not late," said Neville. "You're perfect."

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The conversation between them flew with so much ease, one’d think Neville, Draco, and Harry had been friends since forever.

All the while, Draco held Neville's hand under the table.

Neville, relieved for the reassurance he received from Draco, thought maybe it was Draco who needed it—all the same, he was happy to provide it. He could tell Harry knew they were holding hands. For an Auror, Harry wasn't very good at masking his expressions. Perhaps, this was why he was quitting. It was probably hard to live a life which didn't have meaning anymore.

"How was your parents'?" Harry asked and then immediately cringed. "I mean, if you want to talk about…"

Draco shrugged. "I told my parents to leave me alone. Don't think they'll listen but you know— can't make empty promises. My father is, of course, my father and…" Draco paused for a sigh. "I'm not interested in other people. I know what I want. What I like."

Neville squeezed Draco's hand; he squeezed it back. "Well, I think we do know what we want," he said, looking at Harry, "and we know what we like. Don't we, Harry?"

Harry laughed, low and sexy. And fuck…even though they has privacy charms up, it’d be too much for Neville to act out.

"I need…" Harry said, his voice low still, "I need to get out of here. Can you two meet me at my place?"

Both Neville and Draco nodded frantic. Neville felt nervous and excited as if it were his first day at Hogwarts and instead of learning magic, he was looking forward to learning and relearning the curves of Harry's body, and the music Draco's breaths made.

"Are there wards?" Neville asked.

"Yeah. But after you're in, I'm going to heighten them so we're not to be disturbed."

"The by all means, Auror Potter…" Draco all but purred the words and it shook Neville something fierce.

"For Merlin's sake, Malfoy, stop being so fucking sexy right now," Neville hissed.

"Yeah? What will you do if I don't?" Draco asked and Neville shook his head.

"Okay, this is enough torture. It's already enough that you two are making me crazy jealous by holding hands and now this flirting? I mean, do you even want me to—"

"Don't you even dare finish that sentence, Potter," Draco challenged. "I'm going to fuck you well and right tonight."

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They strolled slowly out of the pub, as three good friends, and not in a rush to go nowhere. Neville knew they had appearances to keep up. They couldn't be holding hands, sprinting towards an Apparition point and then tumbling all the way through the front door of his flat.

Once, when finally secure and safe, and warded away from the world, Neville breathed a sigh of relief. He was home. Harry and Draco were with him, and they were together.


The three of them stared at each other for a long while, smiling and chuckling.

"Here we are again," Draco said softly, running a hand through his hair.

"It feels different," said Neville; he leaned towards Draco, always, being pulled towards him.

"Will it get any easier?" Harry asked, his voice had a slight quiver. He looked nervous and excited, not different from how Neville was feeling.

"Easier?" asked Draco; Neville watched Draco as his eyes fell on Harry's mouth, and Draco licked his own lips.

"You two… you make me so nervous."

Draco bit his lower lip and took a step towards Harry. Neville did the same. They were both just so drawn towards him. Neville hadn't known when his schoolboy crush had developed into something so strong but he'd never been able to control his emotions, anyway. And his attraction towards Draco? That'd taken his own route to an astounding level of desire, surprising the fuck out of him.

Draco's hand caressed Harry's cheek before he went for Harry's shirt collar, beginning to unbutton Harry's shirt. Neville stood there. He felt the heat radiating off their bodies and if he didn't hold onto Draco, his knees would have given out.

He looked down at his hand, resting on Draco's hip, and watched as his fingers tugged the shirt out of Draco's trousers and began touching his skin there. Without being able to stop himself, Neville knelt down and kissed it. He felt the rustling above him but didn't cease his own actions. He was busy kissing Draco's stomach, unbuttoning his trousers, when he felt everything stop. Draco had let out a small whimper.

He looked up, and both Harry and Draco were watching him with dark eyes. Harry's shirt was half off and his hands were on his own belt while Draco's fingers were in Harry's hair.

"Don't stop, Nev," Harry whispered. "I want to watch."

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"I want to watch."

Potter's words pierced through Draco something fierce. His knees felt weak and he knew if Neville wasn't holding him so strongly, he probably would have toppled over.

"Please…" Draco found himself asking without meaning to. "I need you."

Neville smiled up at them and Draco's heart fluttered. These two men were going to be the death of him. His head was already spinning and he worried that if he continued to doubt what was happening between them was real—he'd give himself a splitting headache.

Potter held him close, his fingers threading through Draco's hair as Neville pushed Draco's trousers and pants down and took him in his mouth.

"Oh, fuck…" Draco sighed, his face tilting over and then eventually his nose burying itself in the crook of Potter's neck.

"So fucking hot…" Potter mumbled. "Draco, watch how gorgeous he is on his knees."

"Merlin, Potter…" Draco was at a loss for words. Suddenly, it was too much, too fast. And what was wrong with him? This wasn't the first time Neville had been on his knees for Draco but to know… to fear that his feelings could be trifled with was making him lose his usual calm demeanour. "Hold me."

Immediately, Potter held Draco from behind, his back pressed against Potter's chest and they watched as Draco writhed, and moaned, and Potter mumbled his words of encouragement. He spilled, rather quickly, into Neville's mouth and Neville continued to lick and suck him dry.

"Come here…" Draco demanded when he was able to find his words and pulled Neville up to kiss him. "I've always loved tasting myself on you."

"Yeah?" Neville said, looking his shy, insecure self again. This gorgeous man had brought them together, and now, here he was…uncertain of his own power.

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As Neville grabbed both Harry's and Draco's hands and led them to the bedroom, he chuckled to himself. At the pub, they'd decided to go to Harry's but somehow they'd put their trust in Neville's and all Apparated to Neville's flat.

Perhaps one day soon, they'd be able to do this at Harry's too.

The good thing about not being at Harry's was probably he did have house-elves that broke through his wards, and at Neville's, they would be completely alone.

When they reached Neville's bed, Neville kissed Draco, and then Harry, before he spoke. "I have to go and place a spell on the Floo. I'll be right back."

They both watched him go and once he was back in the sitting room, Neville closed the Floo and heightened the wards in his flat for anyone except any emergency owls; he didn't think there was going to be one but it was good to be safe. He collected some of the clothing they'd discarded by the sofa and returned.

The view before him made his breath catch. Naked, and under the covers, Harry rested, his back on Draco's chest as Draco simply held him. By now, they've done enough together for this to not be a novelty, however, there was something magical about watching Harry and Draco together.

Is this how he and Draco looked when Neville had polyjuiced himself to look like Harry?

Harry's glasses were on the side table so Neville knew he couldn't see Neville very clearly; but Draco's eyes were fixed on Neville's face.

"Aren't you a bit too dressed for the occasion?" Draco asked before he leaned down and kissed Harry's shoulder. "We've been waiting for you."

"How thoughtful," Neville teased. "I've only been gone for five minutes."

"And we're still waiting," replied Draco.

Neville took a tentative step towards the bed, hesitated, then removed his shirt. "Wher... where do you want me?"

"Come here, Nev," Harry reached out with his arms wide open and Neville didn't need another invitation. He relaxed into Harry's arms and started kissing him.

Harry moaned, body moulding into Neville's embrace while Draco kissed the back of Harry's neck, shoulder, and his hands reaching around to stoke Harry's cock. Neville's erection brushed Draco's hand and this time, Draco groaned.

"Love touching you both together," he gasped. "I could come again, just like this," he added, pressing himself harder against Harry.

"Touch me, Harry," Neville begged burying his face into Harry's chest.

Harry's touch was tentative at first, but it wasn't long before he had Neville moaning and writhing against him. His rhythm seemed to matched Draco's as if Harry were trying to get them both to come together.

Neville didn't know what to do with his hands so he tugged on Harry's hair with one and grabbed Draco's arse with the other. He was just so close, and as he climaxed all over Harry's hand, Harry came whimpering.

They didn't do more than what they had the first night, but it still felt different. There was a sense of security tonight Neville didn't have their first night. Neville knew after tonight, things were going to change and it was going to be a good change.

They were now heading towards a sure road to happiness. Of togetherness.

He didn't need to be worried about his future. He didn't need to doubt his love for Harry and Draco. And theirs for him. The bond they were going to form wasn't going to be so vulnerable.

"Tell me you'll both stay," he said softly.

"We're not going anywhere," they replied together.

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Feeling more than satisfied with himself, triumphant, as if he'd killed a Basilisk tonight and lived to tell the tale, Neville closed his eyes, quickly falling asleep. He dreamed of flying high, chasing dragons, like he was a beautiful and magical being himself on a journey.

He was stirred awake and found himself pressed next to Draco.

"Sorry, I tried not to wake you," Draco said softly.

"Where's Harry?" Neville asked.

"In the shower. It's morning. He’d forgot about weekly breakfast plans with the Weasleys. If he'd skip it—"

"Oh." Neville was slightly disappointed.

"He had the same look on his face," said Draco.

"So what are you doing here?" Neville turned to bring Draco closer to him.

"What'd you mean?"

"Have you fucked him yet?"

Draco's eyes widened. "I did say that I was going to do that, didn't I?"

"And you forgot?" Neville chuckled.

"Not exactly. Didn't think he was going to run out on us again."

"Well, you better go and catch him, then."

"You'll stay here?" Draco asked, sounding hesitant. "Without you…?"

"I might come and watch in a bit." He smiled and kissed Draco. "Go get him. Show him it's worth coming back to us."

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Neville closed his eyes, resting his head against the pillow. After a lingering kiss that'd left him a bit aroused, Draco'd slid out of bed and headed to the loo.

He heard the door open and close, but Neville kept his eyes shut. He wasn't entirely sure what was happening with him. On one hand, he'd happily told Draco to go and get what he'd wanted, and then why wasn't he in there with them?

He heard moans coming from the bathroom but stayed where he was. His cock was interested with his mind conjuring up images of what could've been happening; still Neville refused to move.

He was being as stubborn as a Hippogriff, perhaps, too stubborn to face the dragon.

With stubbornness winning out, Neville's body started to relax under the covers. That was until Neville thought he heard his name.

No, that can't be, he told himself.

Then again. "Neville… Followed by a low moan. "Fuck."

Neville could have bet Galleons he was imagining it all; he felt the need to investigate.

He got out of bed slowly and tip-toed to the bathroom. There was definitely moaning, and then, this time he was more than sure he'd heard his name.

Neville gently opened the door to find Harry leaned back, his elbows resting on the counter with Draco was knelt between his legs.

"Finally," Harry said, almost in a huff and right then, Draco took Harry's cock in his mouth. "We've been…Fuck… He's been teasing me forever, Neville…"

Neville stood there, unable to move, watching Draco suck Harry for a good minute.

"I thought you were planning on taking a shower?" Neville asked, lamely.

"Yeah… that was until you sent him after me," Harry said laughing and his head tilted back and he closed his eyes. "Merlin."

Neville continued to watch; he pressed his back against the door and his hand started to stroke his own growing erection.

"He wants to fuck me," Harry said, "but he wants you in there with us."

"Not sure if all three of us can fit in the shower together," Neville said, his eyes glued on Draco's mouth.

Harry looked like he was about to say something, instead, his hand reached down, his fingers threading through Draco's hair as he started to fuck Draco's face.

Whatever was going to be said was soon forgotten as Harry spilled down Draco's throat.

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"Can't believe you two leave it up to the eleventh hour to decide what you want to do…" Neville said, almost chuckling.

Draco let go of Harry's cock with a pop and stood up. He seemed to be ignoring Harry's whine, "Well, we can't all be Gryffindors," he said. It wasn't the first time Draco had said this, and Neville knew, it would not be the last. Even if Gryffindors were more known for acting at the last minute.

"Wanna do the honours?" Draco asked, leaning into kiss Harry and Harry nodded once.

Wandless magic. Of course, thought Neville, and his shower was suddenly big enough to hold three people.

"Still not sure what I'm going to be doing if you're the one fucking him," Neville said when Draco turned towards him and pulled him close.

Draco didn't answer, he only kissed Neville, and Neville found himself thinking how he was never going to get used to kissing Draco Malfoy.

He knew they didn't have a lot of time. Soon, Harry had to go, and he couldn't be late to the Weasleys or he'd have a million questions to answer.

A moment later, he was pressed against the shower wall with Harry facing him. "You okay?" Neville asked, softly; Harry nodded.

"You'll take care of me, I know," Harry replied before kissing Neville. "You both with. I trust you."

As the hot water poured over them, Harry released a low moan, his cock brushing against Neville. "Fuck," he groaned, and then, "it's been a while."

"I've got you," Neville added.

"I know."

Neville wrapped his hand around their cocks as Draco pushed in. He'd been quite all this time but Neville knew the sound Draco made when he entered Harry.

He'd heard it all before, but this time, he loved watching Harry's face. The pleasure mixed in with the pain made Neville want to cry. It was beautiful, and Harry was so beautiful. As Harry moaned again, Neville raked his fingers through Harry's wet hair and pulled him in for a wet kiss. Harry's moans lost in Neville's mouth, Neville continued to stroke them together.

Behind Harry, Draco was now grunting and rambling.

"Fuck, I want to be able to see you," Draco said. "Love watching you come, Harry."

Harry almost stilled at that confession, probably realising what it actually meant, but he didn't react more. He did trust them.

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The open-mouthed wet kiss Neville and Harry shared, sent Neville over the edge. Draco, with his mumblings, and incoherent sentences wasn't far behind.

"Merlin, that was better than the richest wine…" he sighed, sagging against Harry's back.

Neville was pinned against the wall, but he didn't mind. What they shared was so euphoric and if he was going to feel any pain later, it was going to be worth it. He cared more about how Harry was feeling. If he was all right, and if the reality of what they'd done behind his back would ever return and bite them in the arse.

"Shit…" Harry whispered and Neville nearly panicked. "I have to go."


As they stepped out of the shower after a proper wash and dried up, Draco smiled at Neville. "Maybe a bit of distance will be good for us again."

"Maybe…" Neville said, nervous. "We'll need to figure out our schedules."

Draco rolled his eyes. He wrapped his arm around Neville's waist, and as they were both still naked, watching Harry get dressed, he kissed Neville on the cheek.

"I never knew a Gryffindor to worry so much."

Neville laughed. "You haven't lived the life I have."

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After Harry left, Neville went to the kitchen to make breakfast. It seemed like the thing to do as he was once again, uncertain about where things stood with Draco. Especially when he and Draco were alone now.

"Are you all right?" Draco asked, once seated at the kitchen table.

"Yeah…" Neville replied, taking a seat across from Draco. "You?"

Draco shrugged. "I'll admit I was worried I might have said too much earlier…but Potter seemed to take things in stride."

Neville nodded.

They didn't say anything for a while and Neville drank his coffee in silence.

"What are you doing today?" Draco asked.

"Nothing much. Have a few days off—the shop's being maintained—"

"Good. Spend the day with me."

"Doing what?"

"Well, I usually spend at least once a week shopping in London so maybe you'll want to come with?"

"You and I in London. Muggle London. Shopping?"

"It doesn't have to be Muggle London. We can go to Wizarding London but I reckon, I'd like to stay away from the stares, thank you very much."

Neville laughed. "Yes. I'll agree. Not sure if I'm ready for the rumour-mill to initiate."

"So. It's decided. Let's go shopping."

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Neville didn't know what he'd been doing when they had first got together. Taking Polyjuice potion at night, fucking in the dark, taking turns. If he had given himself some time to think about it, he would have bet on a heartbreak.

In the beginning, he didn't care for Malfoy. He didn't even care it was Malfoy. To him, it was a way to get off—with Harry. Malfoy wouldn't have broken his heart but to know he could never have Harry the way he'd wanted him, would have been the thing that'd done it. Never in a million years did he ever think though, that after everything, he would be going in and out of shops in Muggle London with the same Draco Malfoy.

The same Draco Malfoy whose Neville had learned every curve of. The same man who arched a certain way, and Neville knew he was going to come soon.

The same Draco Malfoy he'd somehow come to adore.

"So where to next?" Neville asked, holding up his bags; he couldn't believe Draco had convinced him to purchase so many things.

"Wherever we want, mon amie," Draco said with a wicked grin. "We've got nothing but time."

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"You speak French," Neville mumbled to himself as he and Draco walked into another shop. "Of course, you speak French."

Draco stopped to look at Neville, giving him a quizzical look. "What?"

"Nothing…" Neville said, shaking his head.

"I am well travelled you know," Draco said as a joke, or so Neville thought, with a haughty air about him. "My family's been all over Europe and North Africa."

"I know, my majesty," Neville said, bowing, "now, can we get on with it?"

"Wait a minute?" Draco dragged Neville out of the shop and into an alleyway. "Do you like it?"

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"Um, Malfoy?" Neville said, swallowing. "I do tend to like everything you do, lately."

"Yeah but…" Draco said in a hushed tone and then he reached down to stroke Neville's prick, "You're hard."

"Again, Malfoy…" Neville said, before losing his voice completely. "I…"

"Let's get the fuck out of here," Draco said and soon he Apparated them into his flat.

Neville looked around, feeling slightly disoriented, and then he all but fell on the sofa. He felt hot, and flushed, and like he'd completely lost his voice and control over his limbs. And the rest of his body.

And his heart.

Did Draco only Apparate them to his place and not somewhere so far away like Australia? He looked up at Draco who gazed down at him and then changed his expression.

"What?" Draco asked, looking nervous.

"I…" Neville hesitated again but he pushed on. "I think I love you."

Draco's eyes widened and then as if the universe really hated them, there was a knock on Draco's door. Neville had half a mind to wonder if it was Harry. But Harry said he was busy all day today. Unless his day ended early! Neville smiled and got up.

"Go answer it. What if it's Harry."

Someone from the other side of the door cleared their throat. It was a woman's voice, so, definitely not Harry.

"Oh," Draco said with a scowl. "I believe it's my mother."

"Oh!" Neville echoed. "Shit. I need to get the fuck out of here."


"No, deal with that. I don't want…I'm sorry this is going to come out wrong but I'm not ready. Not with…"

"The Malfoys." Draco's tone was serious and he didn't look amused. Neville was thankful he didn't look totally cross either.

"We're complicated," was all Neville could say.

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Neville sat across from Harry at a Muggle teashop. He'd just got off work and had quickly hopped into his flat to take a shower before fire-calling Harry and asking him to meet. Two days ago, things had been different. They'd been good. Then Harry had gone off to the Weasleys' and Neville and Draco had decided to spend the day together.

Things had been good.

Then, Neville had all but abandoned Draco at his flat when he heard Narcissa Malfoy's voice, shut off his Floo, and hid himself under the covers.

What was he so afraid of? Maybe he should have just ran off. He couldn't—didn't know how to deal with an easy situation and called it complicated. He could have said he was friends with Draco and they were spending time together—as friends and greeted Draco's mother like a normal person.

"I feel like an idiot," Neville said but he didn't wait for Harry to reply. "The way I acted, I fear, I was colder than the ice in Antarctica."

"Do you want to tell me what happened exactly?" Harry asked. "I'm guessing…is this about Draco?"

Neville nodded once. "I spent the day with him after you left…"

"Oh?" Harry said and Neville could hear the grin on Harry's face so he looked up. Harry was indeed smiling. "That must have been nice."

"It was. It was very nice. Did you know he speaks French?"

Harry laughed. "I think I knew that, actually." And then Harry blushed so he picked up his tea and took a sip from it.

"You think it's sexy, too."

"Well, French is a very sensual language. I know Ron was all smitten with Fleur back in the day when she'd come to visit the Weasley family."

"What about you?"

"Well, Fleur didn't exactly do it for me in all the right ways, so you know…But I've seen Draco at the Ministry once, a very long time ago, he'd come with his Father and Bill and Fleur just happened to be there. Fleur started to rant about something in French which none of us understood but I noticed Malfoy—Draco, I mean, smiled quietly in the corner. So I figured he understood her."

"I think he should speak French to us in bed," Neville said, absentmindedly, and then realised he'd said that out loud. "Oh, bugger."

Harry laughed again. "So whatever happened can't be that bad if you think there's a chance for all of us to end up in bed again."

"I should have thought things through. In one moment, I'm proclaiming my love to him, and in another, his mother is knocking on the front door and I'm running away with my tail in-between my legs."

"You what?" Harry asked, looking shell-shocked.

Neville sighed. "His mother arrived at the flat—"

"No. What about…love?"

"Oh…" Now it was Neville's turn to be flustered. "I told him I loved him."

"Right. That's what I thought you'd said," replied Harry.

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Unable to forget Neville's words to him, Harry couldn't stop thinking about his relationship with Neville and Draco. Neville told Harry he'd loved Draco. Of course, their liaison started long before Harry got involved so it made sense. But it didn't stop him from feeling jealous.

He knew he was being a fool, again, so he tried to distract himself from these thoughts. He sent out a dinner invitation for Friday evening to both Neville and Draco who had accepted immediately.

Now, he was busy preparing the food, thinking about how his life had suddenly changed all over again. If his Auror mission hadn't gone all wrong, he would have been well on his way to North America but he wouldn't have been a part of Neville and Draco.

As the time for dinner arrived both of his guests did too. Neville took the Floo and Draco had Apparated to his flat and knocked on the front door.

Neville and Harry greeted Draco by the door together. Draco smiled at them with a surprise. "Am I late?" he asked.

Harry shook his head. "No. You both showed up at the same time. Needless to say, you'll be keeping me busy on my toes." Harry leaned over to kiss Draco on the cheek. He closed the door to his flat behind them. He didn't have nosy neighbours but it was best not to give anyone a show.

"Neville," Draco said in a serious tone.

"Hi Draco, it's good to see you," Neville replied politely. They both looked nervous.

"Did you bring wine?" Harry cut in, trying to ease the tension.

"Yes," Draco said with a hint of amusement in his voice. "It's French."

Harry couldn't help but laugh. "Well, if you wanna get straight to shagging, I'm sure Neville won't have a problem. Tell us all about the wine then, Malfoy."

Draco gave a low chuckle. "No. It's polite to eat dinner first. We'll have all evening for autres tâches."

Harry heard Neville's breath hitch. He had to laugh. Draco was playing his games with Neville and it was clearly working.

"Now, now, Malfoy…" Harry teased. "Not before dessert."

Neville scowled and left the room. Harry and Draco followed him into the kitchen.

"I don't appreciate you making fun of me," Neville said, but he didn't sound cross. Harry was relieved.

It was going to be a fun evening, after all.

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Neville knew Draco and Harry were teasing him all evening— he was okay allowing it. It was fun to let go of all his insecurities and simply enjoy.

"The food is wonderful, Harry," Neville said taking the last bite, finishing it off with a glass of water.

"You didn't even touch the wine," Draco said, slightly scowling. "Are you upset for any reason?"

Neville shook his head. "No. I just…I'd rather keep my head on straight tonight if that's okay. I don't want to drink too much. I have an early day tomorrow."

"You're working on a Saturday?" Harry asked, sounding disappointed.

"Yes. One of my employees needed to switch her shift because she's got to attend a wedding. So as I'm the owner, she'd told me so last minute, I couldn't find a replacement. So I'll have to go in first thing."

"Oh," Harry said, looking even more disappointed. "Does this mean you're not spending the night?"

"I wasn't sure I was invited to," Neville said, surprised. It was a dinner invitation, and he didn't know if he'd cross some sort of a line with Harry when he'd told him about his confession to Draco. They'd not really spoken about it since then. Harry or Draco. Neville didn't know what to think so he figured it was best to not assume anything and wait for them to make their next move.

"Of course you're invited to spend the night," Harry said, sounding aghast. As if Neville broke some rule he didn't even know about.

"I'm sorry. I didn't—"

"It's fine, sorry. I'm overreacting," Harry said. "I…this isn't my normal style of dating. So I don't know what we do and in what order as we've already mixed all the steps up. I mean I haven't told anyone I love them—"

Draco cleared his throat and he grabbed his glass of wine. "I believe the words Neville used with me were we're complicated." He smiled at Harry and leaned closer to squeeze his shoulder. "Perhaps we should not simply jump into action whenever we feel like it and we should discuss more about what we want and how to proceed…"

"How Ravenclaw of you," Harry said in a teasing tone. "You're right. Maybe if we're done, I should clear this up and we can all go for a walk. And Neville if it isn't too late for you, maybe you'd like to come back here for tonight. Both of you. And spend the night. But if you don't want to…"

"I would like to spend the night," said Neville. "I can leave early and stop by my place to prepare for work. But I don't want you to think if I'm not here, or if I can't stay, it doesn't mean you can't invite Draco to stay without me. I don't mind. I wanna be clear about that. You know? I don't know what the rules are between us yet. But I don't want to hold you back."

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"There are no rules," Draco tangled his fingers with Neville's and squeezed gently. "Remember?"

Neville chuckled low. Harry was a few feet in front of them, walking at his own pace. Neville turned to look at Draco and smiled. It was a beautiful moonlit evening; Draco's hair shone in the light, making him radiant. "The rule was not to fall in love."

"I don't remember discussing that."

"Perhaps why you and I so quickly broke it."

"Do you regret it?" Draco asked.

Neville shook his head. He brought Draco's hand to his lips and gently kissed it. "Of course, not."

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Harry had been walking a few feet in front of Neville and Draco as they seemed to be deep in conversation. When he turned around, he caught Neville kissing Draco’s hand. It was a tender moment that Harry wanted to capture forever. With his heart melted and his eyes glistening, Harry smiled, waving his wand and placing a privacy charm around them. Best to keep everyone safe.

No one was out on such a beautiful evening—it felt like a cool Samhain Night—still Harry didn’t want anyone to catch them. Halloween or not, Muggles would think strange of three men being so close together, and well, so would wizards but they would actually take pictures and sell them to the Prophet. The last thing Harry wanted was to out himself and his relationship to the world before he even told his friends and family.

He watched from a distance as Draco took Neville in his arms and embraced him. They kissed softly and then a moment later, realising they had an audience, Neville chuckled. Harry didn't want to stop watching them.

Nervously, Neville asked, "What are you doing all the way over there, Harry?"

"Enjoying the view," he replied.

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Harry knew since Neville wasn't going to spend the night, it'd only be fitting to get to work right away. As soon as they were back in Harry's home, Harry grabbed Neville by his wrist and pulled him close. He pushed Neville against the wall, crowding his space, kissing him. Neville was startled for merely a few seconds before he caught on. He started to kiss Harry, as well.

His hand roamed down Harry's back, only pulling him closer until he separated his legs wider so Harry could settle in — and Harry so wanted to settle in right then and there. Once the need to kiss him, taste him, and just take him in was all over, Harry finally took a step back. He turned to look for Draco and found him standing close by.

"What are you doing all the way over there?" asked Harry, his hand in Neville's, afraid of letting go.

"Wasn't sure if you were sharing, Potter," Draco said in an amused tone, but something about it all made Harry wonder if Draco genuinely worried Harry wasn't going to share. As if this wasn't a thing they did. This was theirs. All three of them were involved and while Harry was kissing Neville if Draco had intervened, pushing Harry aside so he could kiss Draco, Harry would have been all right with that. If anything, it would have been a bit of fun trying to compete for Neville's attention.

"Don't be daft," Harry replied. He stood there, still, his thumb caressing Neville's hand, and waited for Draco to approach them. This was going to be Draco's call. He was going to have to learn — all three of them somehow were going to need to figure out how this worked because currently, Harry was just as lost as Draco was starting to look.

"I liked watching you two…" Draco said in a small voice.

"I know, but it can't be someone always watching while the other two got it on," Harry said, a little chuckling, a little rolling his eyes.

"It'll take time, I reckon," Neville said, burying his face in Harry's neck. "How we move and feel around each other."

Harry embraced Neville tighter, "I know. But I want you both right now. I don't care how or whatever… but it has to be both of you."

"I'm ready to give anything a try," replied Draco.

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Neville woke up alone in his bed and sore all over. He turned to his side, hoping by some magic his men would be there but they weren't. It was all right though, he thought, it'd been his decision to leave last night. To leave them alone in bed. Together.

He didn't know if he should have been jealous at the idea of the two of them without him but he totally wasn't. It was fortunate, he reckoned, to be involved in such a relationship and still be so comfortable with it. He wondered if normal people got jealous about things like that and he wasn't all that normal to begin with.

After grabbing his coffee and breakfast, he made his way into work. It was going to be a very long day, if not a very long week. Before he knew it, it was lunch time and one of his assistants told him he had a package waiting for him in the office.

Neville finished with the last of his customers and made his way to the office. Much to his surprise, there was a huge feast laid out on the office desk.

"What fortune did you strike, boss?" Terry, one of his newest employees said.

"I…I don't know," Neville said, confused. There was a card attached to the non-alcoholic sparkling cider which came with all the food. He opened to read it.

"Don't work too hard," he read aloud; realising Terry was still there, he read the rest quietly to himself.

Don't work too hard. That's what we're for. Enjoy the lunch with your staff and come by D's flat. We'll be waiting for you.

He looked at Terry who was still there, nosey as ever. "One of my friends bought us lunch, I reckon," he said and winked at her. "You want some?"

"Yes!" Terry said, excited, and after she got her plate-full, left Neville alone. She wasn't all that nosy as she was hungry, and Neville could relate. They'd been working really hard and their clientele list was only increasing. They didn't have much time to lounge around anymore and given he was also so short-staffed, it made it difficult for everyone to enjoy work.

"Your friends are amazing," Joao, his other employee said as he was also excited for free food.

Neville smiled to himself. Yeah, they were amazing. He'd be thanking them tonight.

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>>Free tonight?<<

Neville sent an owl to both Harry and Draco respectively. He didn't know how Harry filled his days now he was off the Aurors and Draco was always free, spoiled brat that he was.

He laughed to himself at the thought. He couldn't believe they'd come to be like this. Everything in the beginning had been so scattered; things were still uncertain but he felt confident with what they had. With where they were going, for the time being, anyway.

Draco's owl came first.

>>I need to go inspect a property with Pansy for her new business but I should be free after nine o'clock. See you at H's?<<

Harry replied an hour after Draco.

>>Yes! Just got done w/ my visit at the Weasleys for the 77th time this week. Could use a friendly face to kiss. Or two. Come at six. I've stocked up on French wine.<<

When Neville arrived at Harry's, fifteen minutes after six o'clock, Harry was alone as expected. He looked like he was trying to cook but it'd been a disaster.

"I'm trying this new recipe but…maybe I should leave all the cooking to Draco," he said.

"Yeah, maybe…" Neville kissed Harry's cheek and looked at the mess. "What were you trying to make?"

"I don't even know…" Harry huffed. "Calzones from scratch?" he said more as a question than an answer. "But I don't think I used enough eggs or too much flour."

"I'll say…" Neville laughed. He wiped the flour off Harry's cheek, kissing kissed it again. "You're looking ridiculously hot in this apron, by the way… It's almost as if you're gift wrapped for me…"

Neville ran his fingers through Harry's hair and Harry leaned into the touch.

"Is it crazy to have missed you when you've only been gone for a day?"

Neville shook his head only to realise Harry's eyes were closed. "No. I've missed you two terribly. When you sent the care package at work for my team… I wanted to see you immediately. I wanted to thank you. Properly."

"How's that?" Harry asked, wrapping his arms around Neville's neck, pulling him close.

"Thanking you?" Neville asked, curiously. "In any way you two would have me."

"Malfoy's going to be forever," Harry said, sounding impatient. "I want you now."

"I thought…we could. If that's alright?"

"Of course…" Harry said, kissing Neville. "I want you all to myself right now."

Harry grabbed Neville, dragging him to the bedroom; they fell on the soft bed which oddly felt huge without Draco there. Harry wrapped his legs around Neville's waist as Neville undid the knot of Harry's apron and they removed it. Slowly, Neville unbuttoned Harry's shirt and removed that, as well.

"You're taking your sweet time," Harry said, impatient.

"It's my first… with you. I want… I want to make sure you'll be happy."

"Neville…" Harry said softly. In a moment's notice they were chest to chest and hard as a rock. Their fun already starting.

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Neville came home from work, bone tired. He had to cover a shift for one of his employees who was home sick with a baby. He also hadn't seen Harry or Draco in half a week as they all seemed to have opposite schedules. He knew in two days' time he was going to have a week off, wondering if he could steal both Harry and Draco away to a mini-holiday somewhere far, far away from the prying eyes of the wizarding world.

After he showered, finally able to rest in his bed, his Floo roared. He thought it was his imagination so he waited. There was another spark, he knew someone was trying to connect with him. He had to wonder who it could be because usually, Harry or Draco sent owls, and his grandmother rarely called for him so late in the night.

When he knelt down to answer, he was surprised to discover it was Harry.

"Is everything alright?" Neville asked, trying not to sound worried.

"Yeah…No… Neville… Can I come—can I come through?" Neville thought that Harry sounded like he was on the verge of tears.

"Of course, come right through." Neville stood up, taking a few steps back waiting for the colour of the flames to change. Harry stepped through. He looked like a complete mess. His hair was sweaty and sticking to his forehead, and his clothes looked as though he dressed in a hurry, not managing to straighten anything up before rushing to the Floo.

"What's the matter?" Neville asked, immediately closing the distance between them, and pulling Harry in for a hug. His heart was beating fast. While Harry lay his head on Neville's chest, he wondered if Harry could feel it. He'd not seen Harry like this in a while. Maybe not even since the war. There was the one time when they were all having dinner and Harry had told Neville and Draco about his last case which made him all but quit the Aurors but it wasn't like this. Nothing had been like this. Then, Neville realised what the truth could be. How was he so stupid to forget?

"Bad dream, love?" Neville asked in a hushed tone, keeping his hold on Harry tight.

Harry nodded. "It's not been like this in a very long time. I didn't know… I didn't know where to go. It was— I can't forget it. Callen."

"Your friend," Neville asked softly, "the informant?"

He didn't remember if Harry had shared the man's name with them before but he had shared a bit of the story. It was all top-secret, Auror business only. But it had to be about him, didn't it?"

Harry didn't immediately answer but then he nodded again.

"Why don't you go take a shower, Harry?" Neville guided Harry towards the bathroom. "I'll put on some tea and get some biscuits. Have you eaten anything?"

Harry shook his head.

"Okay, well we can't have you getting any better if you don't eat."

Harry obediently followed Neville's orders and took the towel Neville had handed him. Once he was gone, Neville quickly grabbed a piece of parchment but he didn't know what to say or to write to Draco. He jotted down just a few words.

>>Harry's here. Nightmare.<<

He Fire-called Draco's address, throwing the parchment in, before he began to prepare the tea and snacks. He didn't know if Draco would get the message on time or if he'd even come to Neville's. But Neville had to do everything he could to make sure Harry was taken care of.

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Harry stirred as he woke up, feeling a pair of arms around him, and a body behind him. The person who lay next to him was asleep, breathing evenly. Harry felt safe. He tried to remember where he was when then it all came rushing to him. He'd had a shitty nightmare, a type he'd not had in a very long time. It was Callen. Callen all over again. He didn't know what'd possessed him but he knew he couldn't be alone tonight.

He reached out to Neville, and thankfully, Neville had answered his Floo-call.

On evenings like tonight, Harry had a bad habit of going to Muggle clubs to find someone to pull. But he knew he couldn't do that. Not anymore. He had Neville and Draco. Even if they'd not necessarily set any rules about their encounters, Harry couldn't justify being with anyone else even if it was brief. He didn't think his body would even accept it. His heart belonged to someone now, maybe permanently, he thought.

There was another noise. It sounded like the Floo chiming with the wards pushing back. Several years of Auror training did that to a man, he thought, he could identify and assess the situation quickly.

"Neville…" Harry said gently, turning to face him.

"Hmm?" Neville shifted, slowly opening his eyes. "Are you okay, Harry?"

"Yeah. I think your Floo—"

"Oh, it's Malfoy."

Neville got up off the bed and Harry missed his body immediately. He didn't know, didn't remember, how he'd fallen asleep. One minute he was having biscuits and tea with Neville, and another, his face was buried in Neville's chest and he was sobbing.

Neville returned to the room with Draco right behind him. Draco was dressed in posh robes and his hair was slicked back and he looked like a million Galleons. "Fuck…" Harry breathed to himself. Then he added, "Had a good night?"

"I was…" Draco looked down at himself as if only now realising what he was wearing, "at a family function. I… I got your letter when I arrived home so I…"

"What came to my rescue?" Harry teased, feeling loads better now. Now that he was with them. "How Gryffindorish."

"Shut up, Potter," Draco said, scowling. "If you're feeling better, should I go—"

"Don't you dare," Neville said, grabbing Draco's arm. "I'm Gryffindorish enough to make you stay." He dragged Draco to bed.

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Draco, fully dressed came to lay in bed facing Harry. Neville let him go, sliding in behind Harry, his arm snaking around Harry's waist. Neville waited in anticipation, he had no idea what Draco was going to say.

Was he going to ask if Harry was okay...but that didn't seem right. Draco would know Harry wasn't.

Neville watched, holding his breath, as Draco brushed Harry's lip with his thumb and gave a gentle smile.

"Anything I can do?" Draco asked, his voice so tender, it nearly broke Neville's heart. He was so madly in love, it was almost unbearable.

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Enjoying his day off, Neville worked in the small garden behind his house. He didn't have much planned for the day as he was going to meet up with Draco and Harry later for dinner. They had agreed to give Neville some space to enjoy his rare day off. Whenever he had been free, Neville had made it a point to see his men, but, they could see more than he did himself that he was always tired because of this.

They all had very different and opposite schedules, and Neville was the only one with a steady job and set hours. Part of him wondered if he'd spent as much time with them was because of his own insecurities. What if he wasn't around for a day? Would they forget about him? What if he worked all the time and they realised they didn't need him anymore?

He knew it was foolish to think such things but he'd never been in a steady relationship before and this was anything but a normal relationship, either.

Still, the lingering fear of someone finding out about them was also always there. What if an article in the Prophet published scrutinising them. Calling their relationship scandalous? What would they do? Deny it? Neville wanted to ask all these questions, yet he hesitated because maybe being out to the world would make it real. Right now, he enjoyed the secrets they shared, the love they had for each other, and he knew both Draco and especially Harry would hate to be in the public light again.

He had wanted to bring up the idea of going on a holiday together but he didn't know how. What would they say? Where could they go where they wouldn't be recognised?


"Thinking quite hard there, Neville…"

Draco's gentle tone yanked Neville out of his thoughts. His persistent fear and insecurity travelled from the afternoon until the evening over dinner.

"Right. Sorry. I was just…" Neville trailed off when Harry placed his hand on Neville's thigh. He rubbed gently, and Never was sure it was meant to be a friendly gesture but when he was with his men, nothing remained friendly for too long. "If you keep doing that, I might not be able to explain."

Harry smiled at him when Neville realised the small touch had eased some tension out of his body immediately.

"How do you do that to me?" he asked.

Harry's hand ventured up into Neville's hair and he threaded his fingers though Neville's locks. "Same way you two do it for me. Being around you helps shut the world out."

"I know…" replied Neville. "I'm… I need to learn to live in the moment."

"Anything we can do to help?" Harry asked and Neville leaned into the touch some more. He sighed happily.

"Just wishing we could go on a holiday away from the world and be able to enjoy ourselves outside the four walls."

"We'll get there. Soon. I promise," said Draco.

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It'd started small. Neville met Harry at Diagon Alley, pretending as if they'd run into each other, so they could go out for dinner. Harry would do the same with Draco, as well. The only two who didn't have their rendezvous "accidental" dates were Draco and Neville. It didn't seem likely how they could run into each other, or even be friends.

Neville read in the Prophet whenever Harry was out with Draco. There was speculation of a friendship. Some subscribers of the papers even wrote in saying maybe the former Death Eater was blackmailing Harry Potter. Neville truly had no idea what to do about their situation.

What they had was special. Yet, it wasn't for the world. Would it be that they'd only be able to go out in the world either as disguised as someone else or they'd have to travel somewhere really far away, to a remote island which only Draco could afford to hire for a week or two, so they'd be alone together?

Was this his relationship for the rest of his life?

Neville knew he didn't have much to complain about. He had his work which he liked-- it was different than what he'd pictured doing for a career but it brought him peace. He had his grandmother he took care of. Then, once in a while he visited his friends like the Weasleys. He wasn't the sort to have flashy relationships to parade around for the public, but not being able to sit at his favourite restaurants with both Harry and Draco to enjoy a meal was... A disappointment.

He had to admit—a part of him was also jealous about the way the Prophet played out the scenarios between Harry and Draco but never about him with Harry. Neville had been infatuated with Harry for a long, long time—the dismissal of any romantic possibility was hurtful.

It didn't hurt him. It did hurt his ego the world didn't think he was good enough for Harry.

"Why am I even thinking about this?" Neville mumbled to himself as he took a break after his last haircut, going to the back office to rest. When he was out on the floor again, he was surprised to find the entire place empty save for one guest.

"What are you doing here?"

Draco stood in the middle of Neville's shop, holding a bouquet of flowers. "I'm here for my shave and haircut," Draco said with a smile.

"And the flowers?"

"Oh... these?" Draco said, looking at his hand, pretending as if he'd not known he'd been holding a bouquet. "They are for this man I love. Reckon he'll like them?"

Neville shook his head. "What'd you do with my staff?"

Draco shrugged. "I told them I was your last client and they could go home. They've seen me before. They know we're friends."

Neville tried to look sceptical. "So..." he drawled.

"A shag in the office first, and then maybe a haircut?" asked Draco.