[From Litha to Lammas]: Dancing on a Volcano, Harry/Draco/Astoria, R, 3/3

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Part Two.

Part One.

Title: Dancing on a Volcano
Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling and associates own these characters. I am writing this story for fun and not profit.
Pairing: Harry/Draco/Astoria, established Draco/Astoria
Content Notes: Angst, threesome, ignores the epilogue, violence, minor character death
Wordcount: This part 4500
Rating: R
Summary: Having Astoria Malfoy assigned as his Auror partner is certainly a surprise, but not an unpleasant one for Harry, it turns out. As he and Astoria learn to guard each other’s backs, save each other’s lives, and even spend ordinary days together, Harry discovers that he’s being invited into something fragile and rare…something that also involves Astoria’s husband, Draco.
Author’s Notes: This is one of my “From Litha to Lammas” fics, being posted between the summer solstice and the first of August this year. It should have three parts.

Thank you again for all the reviews! This is the last part.

Part Three

Long after he’d thought he would be asleep, given the paperwork and the wine, Harry was still lying awake in his guest bedroom, staring up at the ceiling, patterned with stars and swirls of cloud. The fire crackled softly on the hearth.

His thoughts sounded in his head in much the same manner.

He couldn’t help but worry about the magic enmeshment that Astoria and Draco had talked about. Did that mean, if the time ever came when they considered the life-debts fulfilled or Draco somehow got the Dark Mark removed, they suddenly wouldn’t want him anymore? Would Harry commit to this and wake up someday and find them staring at him as if he was a stranger?

Harry paused at the thought, and then had to smile a little. Well. All right. At least he knew he was in this, if he chose to be in this, for a permanent commitment, not a fling. Although he didn’t think Draco and Astoria were the sort to risk their marriage and their closeness to each other for a fling, either.

Did they want him only because of the magic? Were they seeing his power rather than the essence of him?

After wrestling with that thought for a while, Harry had to admit to himself that he didn’t think that was so, and even if it was, it was hard to bring himself to worry about it. It was possible, because of who he was, that he could think that way about every potential partner. Someone in the Aurors could want to date him just because he was an Auror. People outside the Ministry could want to date him just for his money or his fame. Ginny could have wanted to date him just because he had rescued her in the Chamber of Secrets.

It could be true. But it didn’t have to be. And the things Draco had said about him, his sense of humor and his bravery and the other things—weren’t those part of the essence of him? Not just the magic?

Do I have the ability, the courage, to trust that it isn’t just the magic and take a chance? Even if it falls apart in a few months or years?

Harry cautiously probed at the feeling in his head, as delicate and wobbly as a loose tooth, and decided he did.

And he decided a few other things, too.

First, even if it fell apart in a few months or years, that didn’t mean it hadn’t been worth it.

And second, he wanted Astoria and Draco, both, with a desperation that hurt. Astoria for the way she fought beside him and hid her mouth when she laughed and called the Malfoy house-elves into the Ministry to fix up her chair to her satisfaction. Draco for his quietness and his gained bravery since the war and how he’d trusted Harry to teach him. The both of them for the delight that visibly thrummed around them when they were together.

Harry closed his eyes and fell asleep, confident in the answer he would give them in the morning.

*

“Good morning, Harry.”

Harry paused for a moment when he walked into the dining room, concerned that Astoria was smiling at him in a different way than normal. Had she changed her mind during the night?

Then he recognized the shading to that smile, and smiled back. No, she hadn’t changed so much as allowed him to see what had been there under the surface, and which he doubted she would have risked showing him before their conversation last night. She was looking at him with appreciation. She had before.

“Good morning, Astoria,” Harry returned, and looked back in the same way, which made her cheeks flush like glowing coals. He glanced at the empty chair at the head of the table. “Is Draco not coming to breakfast?”

Astoria snorted and reached for a scone. “He’s spent most of the morning in the bathroom fussing with his hair. I think he’s taken three showers.”

Harry blinked. “Is he meeting with some of the high-profile clients who buy his wine today or something?”

Astoria’s eyebrows rose as if they would take flight from the top of her head. “Harry, it’s you he wants to make a good impression on,” she said gently. “Now that he knows being with you is a real possibility, you won’t imagine how nervous he feels.”

Harry sighed and reached for his own scone. Marmalade was already waiting by his plate, courtesy of Merle. “I’m just myself, Astoria. Just someone who gets angry, too, and impatient, and rude, and cruel when I’m in the right mood. Just someone—normal.”

Astoria’s hand came up to hide her laughter, and Harry watched, enchanted.

“Normal,” Astoria finally managed to choke out, leaning back and shaking her head. “Oh, Harry, if you could see the way you look when you’re doing things like conjuring the hydra or flashing your magic through your skin. You’re so far from normal that it’s laughable, and we both like you that way.”

“Well, yes,” Harry conceded. “But I hope you don’t expect me to use a lot of magic in bed. I never have.”

“Whatever you use sounds promising.”

That was Draco, walking into the dining room with a straight back and a profile that he kept turned to Harry as if he couldn’t bear to look at him directly and bear the disappointment of a negative answer. Harry stared openly, watching the smooth motion of Draco’s legs and how his hair fell across his cheek. By the time Draco sat down, he looked somewhere between stunned and elated.

“More than promising,” Harry said, when he’d looked away for a bit and given Draco a chance to choose a scone, himself. “I’ve decided.”

Astoria caught her breath. Draco’s hands froze on the knife and scone. He licked his lips and fixed Harry with a gaze so hopeful that it felt tense.

“Yes,” Harry said, before anyone else could say anything. “Both of you. I want both of you, and—for however long you want me.”

Astoria looked as if she was on the verge of swooning. Draco was the one who laid down his knife and food with a little clink and stood up to walk around the table to Harry. Harry blinked and watched him come, appreciative but not sure what this was.

“Didn’t I say that I would be brave enough to ask for a kiss when I knew you wouldn’t change your mind?” Draco whispered to him, and then reached down and cupped Harry’s cheeks with both hands. A fine tremor ran through them and stilled. Draco was staring at him in astonishment mixed with possessive joy.

“Yes,” Harry said, and was smiling so hard his cheeks ached. “You did.”

Draco bent down to kiss him, almost at the same angle Astoria had used last night, but this kiss felt softer, stiffer, poised. Harry put his hands on Draco’s shoulders and surged out of his chair to meet him, and Draco embraced him and dragged him closer.

The inside of Draco’s mouth was dry and warm, and Harry moaned in response as their tongues touched. Draco drew away as if the sound had broken the mood, but seeing the smile on his face, Harry doubted it had.

“We should have a good breakfast,” Astoria said, and they turned to look at her. Her eyes were bright as she studied Harry, and then nodded at Draco. “Since we don’t want to faint later for lack of proper food when we’re doing—strenuous activities.”

“No, we don’t,” Draco said. It still took him a long time to let go of Harry, as if he assumed Harry would fade away if he wasn’t holding him.

Harry grabbed his hand and squeezed it, and sat back down himself. Draco grabbed the chair next to Harry’s and moved it in closer, and Harry turned a little so that his leg rested against Draco’s.

Astoria laughed a little and rearranged her own chair to stand on Harry’s other side, and Harry felt as though he was a dancer on a volcano, edging around the fire, waiting to be ready for it.

*

And when he entered their bedroom, he was ready to burn.

Draco pressed Harry back against the door, kissing him long and slow. Harry could still look around enough to get an impression of a huge room done in blues and silvers, gleaming colors and gleaming metals. And the bed, standing in the middle of the room, as huge as a lake—

But Draco’s kiss demanded his attention, and Harry was glad to set his hands on Draco’s shoulders and return the gesture.

Astoria stepped up beside Harry, leaning her head on his shoulder. Harry turned and kissed her, too, gently and then not so gently, with Astoria shuddering a little when his tongue swept into her mouth.

“Come with us?” Astoria murmured, and stepped back, towards the bed, holding out one hand.

Harry nodded and took it, extending his other one to Draco. Draco accepted it, but used his free hand to begin unclasping the collar of his robes.

Harry tilted his head a little, and focused his magic through his skin, more precisely than he usually did. Then again, what he really needed to power his magic was strong emotion. It just didn’t need to be anger or battle-fire.

This time, happiness and lust would do.

The robes he wore, and the robes Draco wore, and the robes Astoria wore, all came unclasped and unbuttoned at the same time, and slid off their shoulders to the floor.

Harry blinked at them innocently, even as he enjoyed the sight of their pale skin and open mouths. Draco’s eyes flared a second later, and he stalked forwards, the outline of his erection clear against his silky white pants.

“Harry,” he whispered, and took his shoulder.

Harry happily fell into another kiss, and fell back on the bed when they reached it and he felt the pressure behind his knees. Draco lowered himself so he was on top of Harry and they were meeting all over, groins and limbs and chests. Astoria landed beside them, but Harry was more taken up with Draco until she murmured, “My turn.”

Draco eased back at once, and Harry turned and smiled up at her, opening his arms to invite her forwards.

Astoria crawled up so that she was kneeling beside him, above him, and shook her head from side to side. Harry didn’t realize what she was doing at first until her hair came tumbling down and brushed over his chest. He gasped sharply. He’d never felt anything like that delicate, teasing tickle.

Astoria swept her hair over his chest, up over his neck and his face. Harry closed his eyes and lay still within its fall, or as still as he could be when his breath and heartbeat were both rocking the skin of his chest.

“Yes, I think that’s enough,” Astoria said, and sat back.

Harry tried to open his eyes and glare at her, but he couldn’t. He lay there and tried not to come, instead.

“You might have broken him, Astoria,” Draco said, a quiver of laughter in his voice.

“No, she hasn’t,” Harry said. “But that was—intense.” He opened his eyes and smiled at Astoria, who smiled back. “How do you want me?”

Astoria hesitated. Harry raised his eyebrows at her, hoping she wasn’t going to be nervous now that they were finally in the same bed together, and she seemed to catch what he was thinking. She shook her head and murmured, “No. I just—there are so many possibilities. So many things to want. I don’t know where to begin.”

“I do,” Draco said. “I’d really like to watch you ride him, love.”

Harry shivered, and Astoria bit her lip against what might have been a sharp gasp. “Oh, yes,” she breathed. “I—that would be—if it’s all right with you, Harry.”

Harry jerked his hips before he could stop himself, and then said firmly, “Yes, more than all right.”

Astoria eased towards him, sliding out of her knickers as she did so. Harry gave her a quick glance as he eased his own cock free of the last garment he wore, and then smiled. No, she wasn’t going to need any help in getting ready for him. Her thighs already glistened with shining liquid.

“Ready?” Harry murmured, and reached out to trail a hand up her flank and cup her right breast. Astoria’s intake of breath sounded like it hurt.

“Yes,” Astoria said, her voice strained, and then she lifted herself on her knees and sank down on his cock, her neck and her back becoming one bent bow of pure pleasure.

“You’re so lovely,” Harry murmured, swirling his thumb for a moment around her nipple and then sliding his hand down to touch where she was open around him. Astoria sighed as Harry slid in one finger alongside his cock. “Would you like to go slow or fast?”

“Fast,” Draco whispered. “Try not to come, Harry. You’ll take a lot longer to recover than she will.”

Harry smiled and decided not to respond to that for right now. “Well, Astoria is going to come either way,” he said comfortably, since Astoria seemed too overwhelmed to speak. “Shall we?”

Astoria seemed to have been waiting only for that. She began to raise and lower herself on him with really astonishing strength. Harry watched how beautifully she flushed, how the redness tumbled around her ears and down her neck and under her hair. He flexed his hips gently now and then, but he didn’t have to do much. Astoria was pursuing her pleasure, and it was Harry’s pleasure to watch her do it.

He glanced over once to find Draco teasing one hand lightly along his own, naked erection, all the help that he seemed to require. Harry smiled at him, and Draco smiled back, lowering his head and biting his lip as he stroked and touched, his eyes never leaving where Harry and Astoria were joined.

After a time that felt much too short, Harry had to close his eyes. The sweet warmth of Astoria’s body was overwhelming him, and it had been so long since he’d been inside anyone at all. He gasped and thrust up, and then again, and then again, and it was all he could do to keep going at a steady pace, or keep from rolling them so that Astoria was on her back and he could get as deep as he wanted.

But it was worth it, when with one more push of his finger and tap of his thumb to her clitoris, Astoria came with a loud cry and a thick tightening around him. Harry followed her with a hiss that he knew wasn’t Parseltongue, but wasn’t far off.

“I thought you weren’t going to come, Harry.”

Harry opened one eye—he sure hadn’t got to enjoy the afterglow long—and looked at Draco. “No, you assumed that.” He petted Astoria’s hair and watched as she gave him a shaky smile and slowly climbed off him. “But it doesn’t matter, anyway.”

“Oh? Going to spend the rest of your time here getting us off with your mouth?”

Harry laughed softly. “I could, and I’d enjoy it, but I don’t need to.” He looked down at his cock and willed his magic to pulse through his flesh this time. He stirred slowly back to life, and rolled over to arch his hips at Draco.

Draco stared at him, mouth open enough that Harry could see all the way to the back of his throat, and then swallowed and said, “That isn’t fair.”

“But it’s to your advantage,” Harry drawled, with a wink, and got up on his knees, moving slowly towards Draco. “What do you think? Inside you, you inside me, one of us inside Astoria, using our mouths? Which one?”

Draco looked dazed by all the possibilities. Harry glanced back at Astoria, and she was already giving him that wicked smile she’d used last night.

“Top him,” she whispered. “And let him use his mouth on me. I think he could stand to shut up for a little while.”

Harry nodded gravely. “It would make him stop talking about what’s fair and what isn’t, for once.”

“I was so relieved when he stopped talking about his father all the time,” Astoria murmured, low enough that Harry thought he was probably the only one who’d heard.

He winked at her and rolled over to gaze at Draco, who was shivering with what looked like desire and the desire to come. “That’s all right with you?” he asked.

“More than,” Draco choked out, and reached out to draw him into a kiss. Harry played his tongue gently against Draco’s, rolling on top of him, and reached down to brush a finger against his arse.

Draco pulled back sooner than Harry’d thought he would, and swallowed as he looked up. “Can you—can you prepare me with magic?” he whispered.

“I’d thought that was what I’d do.”

“No, I mean—just with magic. Not your fingers.”

Harry smiled down at him, drunk off the trust Draco was displaying. “I think I can arrange that, yes.”

He’d never done this before, while he had made himself harden with magic in the past, but it helped that he could draw back and stare at where his magic needed to go and rest his hands on it as necessary. He went slowly, reminding himself that he didn’t have the feel of Draco’s flesh from the inside the way he did his own. But he thought about what he wanted to see, and what he wanted Draco to feel, and what would be necessary so that Draco could take him safely—

Draco gasped, a sound more like a wail, and his cock glistened with a dribble of pre-come. Harry reached out and ran his fingers lightly down it, while he watched Draco’s arse relax and glisten, too.

“Mission accomplished,” Harry whispered.

He looked back to see Astoria with her hand between her legs, arching at a steady pace, and then freezing, trembling with pleasure, a soft hiss escaping her clamped teeth a second later. She removed her fingers from inside herself and smiled sweetly at them.

“You’re arousing.”

“Yes, we are,” Harry agreed without a trace of shame. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this good, mentally as well as physically. “So. What do you think, Draco?” He switched back to staring at his other partner, and smiled at the dazed expression on Draco’s face. “On your knees, on your back? How do you want it?”

Draco swallowed. “I think it has to be on my stomach so that I can reach Astoria with my mouth.”

“Oh, dear, Harry, do you think we need to make it easy for him?” Astoria shook her head, her fingers working slowly in and out of herself again.

“I don’t think we need to,” Harry said thoughtfully, cupping his hand under Draco’s cock without touching it and using his magic to generate a small pocket of warm air above his palm. “But it might be nice if we did.”

“Please,” Draco whispered, his eyes glassy and his voice soft.

Astoria nodded. “I think we can be nice.” And she crawled over to seat herself in front of the pillows at the head of the bed, bending down to claim a long kiss from Draco on the way.

Draco reached up and entwined his fingers in Astoria’s hair, as if he’d like to keep her there, but she pulled away with a little laugh and seated herself. She looked like a queen. Harry smiled at her and let his own appreciation show in it, and Astoria flushed. Or Harry thought she did. It was hard to tell with how pink her face already was.

Draco flipped over onto his stomach, and Harry licked his lips as that tempting, lubricated arse landed in front of him. He waited until Draco was in a comfortable position and his tongue had already gone to work on Astoria. Then he reached out, gently parted Draco’s cheeks, and slid in.

It was a tighter squeeze than it had been with Astoria, clenching and unclenching, unbearably pleasurable. Harry was moving before he thought about it, before he knew it, and had to lock his hands onto Draco’s hips so that he wouldn’t come right away. He bowed his head and swore, shakily.

“All right there, Harry?”

Astoria’s voice trembled, but she wasn’t moving as much as Draco was, pushing slowly and insistently back on Harry’s cock. Harry looked up at her, nodded, and reached out to run a hand down Draco’s spine, asking wordlessly if it was okay for him to continue.

Draco made an urgent noise that wasn’t less urgent because it was muffled with his mouth full of Astoria. Harry was glad, because he honestly didn’t know what he would have done if Draco had refused permission. Pulled out only to come all over his arse, probably.

And so Harry was able to let himself go, his eyes half-closing as he thrust again and again and again, quiet sounds escaping his mouth as he half-hung his head and began to work his back and arse and shoulders with the thrusts. He needed this, and he hadn’t realized how much he did. Making love with Astoria had been wonderful. This was a different kind of wonderful.

Astoria’s soft cries mounted into a sharp one, and Harry opened his eyes in time to watch her face twist with pleasure again. Then he managed to remember something that was otherwise pretty neglected, and managed to reach around Draco’s hip and down.

Draco came spectacularly the moment Harry touched his cock. Then again, Harry thought hazily as he picked up his pace, his own body demanding things of him that he couldn’t resist, he was the only person who hadn’t, so far…

And he came himself, and the bliss of it made his world turn white, so that for a few seconds, he wasn’t even sure where he was.

He came to when Astoria began casting Cleaning Charms, and Draco pushed back against him with a little moan. Harry pulled out, carefully, and willed his magic to clean them up. Draco reached out and put a hand on Harry’s knee.

“Yeah?” Wow, was that really his voice, all thready and exhausted?

“I want—don’t heal anything.”

Harry smiled a little, his eyes already drifting shut. “I’m not sure I have the strength to. I just cleaned us up, that’s all.”

“Acceptable,” Draco said, sounding almost snobby again, and pulled himself around so that he was lying draped close to Harry without actually lying across his feet. Astoria chuckled softly and curled up next to Harry on the other side, and Harry reached out to offer a hand to each of them.

This was the best decision he’d made in recent memory. This was fantastic. This was…

Harry drifted off to sleep trying to think of more synonyms.

*

“Astoria,” Harry called over his shoulder without taking his eyes off the guest sitting gagged in the dining room. “What is John Dawlish doing in our house?”

Astoria came in behind him, twisting a brush through her hair. “Oh, that,” she said. “I sent the elves to spy on various Aurors who’d accessed the ward information, just as you requested, and Merle found some interesting documents in Dawlish’s position.”

Dawlish was glaring at both of them as if he wanted to murder them with his eyes. Harry nodded. “Well, let’s see what he has to say for himself.” He gestured the gag loose, and stood ready to move if he had to, even though he was sure Merle would have taken the idiot’s wand.

“You!” Dawlish howled.

“Yes,” Harry said.

“Yes?” Astoria asked.

“Yes?” Draco stuck his head around the doorframe.

Dawlish attempted to stand up, and actually managed to make the chair rock before invisible bonds snatched him back into place. “You’re affecting the peace of the wizarding world!” he howled.

“Do tell.” Astoria turned and looked at the mirror on the far wall, giving herself a critical look and a final touch of the brush before nodding and turning around again.

“He’s still walking around with people trusting him!” Dawlish waggled a hand at Harry, although he couldn’t lift it above the level of the chair arm. “And people trust you enough to give you a place in the Aurors!” This time, Astoria received the hand-waggle. “And people just trust your family for no reason!” Draco’s turn. “You’re all reminders of the war! You keep—walking around and showing up! We can’t move on and be normal until you go away!”

Draco stared at him. Then he stared at Harry and Astoria. “Is he this mad all the time, or is this a special occasion?”

“He’s always been a bit whiny, but not at this level,” Harry said, and frowned at Dawlish.

“It was fine until you became Potter’s Auror partner!” Dawlish looked as though he might start foaming at the mouth any minute as he stared at Astoria, and Harry subtly prepared a blast of magic. “All by himself, Potter couldn’t do that much—”

“Oh, I see, he’s just oblivious,” Draco muttered.

Dawlish went ranting on. “But with you, who knows what kind of twisted plans you’d come up with? So someone asked me to get hold of the access patterns to your wards, and yes, I did it. Gladly. I only regret that they didn’t manage to finish the job!” He glared at Harry, Draco, and Astoria in turn, then sat back and folded his arms as much as the invisible bonds would let him.

Harry cleared his throat a little. “Remind me, Astoria, would a Pensieve memory of this confession serve as all the evidence we need to arrest Dawlish?”

“Oh, I’ll gladly confess to it!” Dawlish tried to pop up again, and again, Merle’s magic tugged him back. “You need to be stopped! You need to stop reminding everyone of the war so we can heal and move forwards! You need to—”

Astoria returned the gag to Dawlish’s mouth with a flick of her wand, and shook her head. “We’ll take him in after we have breakfast. I refuse to work before I eat.”

“Just a warning,” Draco breathed as he slid past Harry. “She’s like this all the time.”

Harry laughed, and turned around to kiss Draco. He ignored the muffled protest from Dawlish. The man was going to see the inside of Azkaban soon, he could deal with this.

Astoria was waiting when he turned around, and Harry kissed her, too. Slowly, and with lots of tongue. Dawlish looked as if he might die of an apoplexy, but alas, he wasn’t known for doing anyone any favors, and didn’t.

Point made, claim made, Harry hooked his arms through those of his lovers, and went to have breakfast in the smaller dining room. Glaring prisoners put him off his appetite.

And he planned to enjoy himself, and the delight that was his new world, thoroughly.

The End.