Epilogue

Harry's 21st birthday party was a success, even if several of the people he had thought were his friends for ten years had turned on him when the news spread of his relationship with Hermione and Snape. McGonagall and a few other Hogwarts staff joined them at Grimmauld Place, and, most importantly, Viktor had come for a visit. The celebratory lunch was cheerful and bright, and everyone expressed their congratulations to Harry, Hermione, and Snape when it became clear just how happy they were together. Viktor was the most pleased of them all, knowing more details about just how rocky their journey to finding each other really was.

Late that afternoon, once everyone had departed, leaving them to clear away all the detritus of the festivities, Hermione crept up behind Harry and slipped her arms around his waist, whispering, "Happy birthday, love. Severus and I have something special for you at Spinner's End."

Harry twisted in her grasp and peered at her with one brow raised in inquiry. "Oh yeah? What's that?"

Snape leant around the doorframe and murmured, "A birthday surprise, of course, so we're not telling. You'll just have to come see for yourself."

Harry laughed and said, "All right. When should we go?"

Hermione and Snape exchanged wicked looks and Hermione said, "Mmm, I'm ready any time."

Snape voiced a dark chuckle and joined them, kissing Hermione even as one hand swept down Harry's back to cup his arse. Squeezing one cheek, Snape leant back to Hermione's ear and slanted a mischievous look at Harry as he drawled, "Do you think it's time for Harry's birthday spankings?"

Harry's eyes snapped open wide and he ducked out of their grip, dashing away even as Hermione shrieked with laughter and gave chase. He raced down to the kitchen, with Hermione, followed by Snape, hot on his heels. He barely had time to throw powder into the Floo and leap into the flames before they skidded to a stop at the hearth.

Of course, he instinctively went to Spinner's End, and when they tumbled out of the fireplace behind him, he spun and stared at them warily, putting the couch between them for safety.

Hermione and Snape looked at each other and nodded in wordless agreement. As one, they moved toward either end of the couch, trapping Harry between them. He held up his hands and said, "Hey, I'm not into the whole spanking thing, okay? This isn't funny."

Snape smirked at him, his whole posture predatory, and said, "It's all right. If you don't want us to spank your arse, then we won't. Right, Hermione?"

Hermione's pupils were huge, and she licked her lips. "Indeed. Of course, there are other things I have in mind to do to your arse."

She stepped close to him just as Snape did so on the other side, effectively pinning him between them. Snape purred, "Oh, I have ideas too. Your arse may be safe from spanking, Harry, but it's not safe from anything else. But don't worry, we guarantee you'll enjoy it."

He bent and nibbled at Harry's neck, pressing against him, and Hermione claimed Harry's lips in a demanding kiss. Harry groaned at the onslaught, wriggling his arse backward onto Snape's erection.

Hermione pulled back and took Harry's hand. "Come on. It's upstairs. I bought it especially for tonight, for a birthday surprise."

Harry followed her, and Snape stayed close behind him as they ascended to the spare room. Snape and Hermione had made sure it was set up for their surprise, and when they entered, there were candles all around, giving the room a soft glow, and the bed was littered with an array of objects, including a wrapped box.

Hermione handed the box to Harry and he tore the paper off, eager to see what was inside. His eyes nearly fell out of his head in astonishment as he lifted the gift from the tissue paper. Voice raspy, he said, "What am I supposed to do with this?"

Hermione took the box and set it aside. Stepping closer, she murmured, "It's not what you do with it...it's what I can do to you..."

Snape ran a soothing hand down Harry's back, smoothing his tense muscles. "You said you wanted to try it all. This way, you can try anything you like, some of it at the same time."

Harry stared in wonder at the lifelike dildo in the strap-on harness.

Snape's lips grazed Harry's ear as he continued, "You want to top; you want to bottom. You don't even have to decide which to do first if you won't want to. You can have everything all at once...and it can be better than you ever imagined."

Harry's eyes closed and he moaned at the sensation of Snape's tongue snaking out to trace his ear and throat. Hermione took the toy from his hands and placed it on the bed beside the array of towels, vinyl gloves, vibrators, Muggle condoms, and tubes of lubricant. She whispered in his other ear, "Let us pleasure you, Harry. Make this birthday something special."

Harry nodded, swallowing hard in breathless anticipation. Humming in approval, Snape and Hermione undressed him, shedding their clothes quickly once he was naked. Over the past few weeks, ever since their first momentous night together, they had taken turns exploring each other in pairs as well as all together. However, in all their experimenting, Harry had still not ventured beyond shagging Hermione or enjoying oral pleasures with Snape and Hermione.

He had been thinking more about it, especially when Snape's oral skills had begun to include rimming...an act that drove Harry spare with lust.

Now, knowing that his naughtiest fantasies were about to unfold into reality, his cock swelled almost painfully hard, and his insides squirmed in eagerness.

Snape spread Harry on his back and settled between his thighs, laving Harry's erection with long, broad strokes of his tongue, eliciting moans of encouragement. Hermione leant down to his ear and murmured, "I know Severus wants your cock, Harry. And I know you want to bury yourself in his tight arse. I want to see it. But I also know you want to be filled up too. Severus would be happy to oblige you any time. And I can't wait to watch that too. But tonight, you're going to be filled with my cock at the same time yours is stretching Severus's arse. Top and bottom at the same time. Surrounded by us. Completed. Are you ready for that?"

Harry's breathing was shallow, jolts of heat racing over his body from her words and the delicious suction of Snape's mouth on him. Discovering that Hermione had rather a wicked tongue for scandalous talk in the bedroom had been a delightful surprise, and she knew how to use her skills to turn Harry into a whimpering puddle of desire.

Sucking in a desperate breath, Harry exhaled a shuddery, "Fuck yes, I want it."

At that, Hermione purred, "Excellent," while at the same time Snape lifted Harry's legs and shoved them upward, dragging his tongue over his bollocks and circling his twitching arsehole. Harry's hoarse shout echoed through the room. Hermione backed away and strapped on the dildo, biting her lip as she watched Snape's tongue fucking Harry's arse, leaving his flesh glistening in the candlelight.

She rolled a condom onto the dildo for easy cleanup and pulled on the vinyl gloves, smiling at how hard both her men were. She climbed up beside them and stroked one hand over Snape's flank in appreciation. "Severus, time to lie down for our demonstration."

Snape lifted his damp face and Harry voiced a whine of disappointment. Voice a low rumble, Snape said, "Patience, Harry. Time for lessons to begin."

Harry watched Snape crawl up to lie beside him and he grinned at the sight of Snape's erection, deeply flushed and straining toward the ceiling. His gaze travelled down Snape's body and stopped, marvelling at Hermione on her knees between Snape's spread legs, the dildo jutting forward obscenely and her gloved hands caressing Snape's inner thighs. He looked at the space between them and saw a tube of lubricant lying on the towel she had placed for Snape to lie on. Her fingers trailed up and over Snape's balls, and he shivered, his stomach muscles contracting and making his cock bounce.

"Now, Harry, pay attention to how Hermione prepares me. You'll be experiencing it very soon."

Harry nodded, eyes trained on Hermione's hands as she slicked up her fingers. Hermione lightly traced her middle finger around Snape's arsehole, massaging the tight pucker until it relaxed under her gentle pressure. Placing the pad of her finger against the depression, she glanced up to see Harry's mesmerized gaze and smiled.

Snape's eyes were half-closed in enjoyment, and his chest rose and fell with his deep breaths. When Hermione's finger slowly dipped into him, his head canted back and his eyes closed, muscles tensing all over his body even as his arse relaxed under her invasion. His sharp gasp and shuddery exhale, coupled with his twitching cock, snagged Harry's attention, and he swallowed hard, rapt.

Carefully, Hermione slid her finger deeper, using shallow thrusts and spreading the lube. A guttural groan tore from Snape's throat, and he gripped the bedding, rocking his hips. Harry could see the bead of precome shining at the tip of Snape's erection, the foreskin almost completely retracted from the flushed head. Hermione fucked Snape with her finger until he rasped, "More."

In response, Hermione withdrew, spread more lube on her fingers, and just as carefully pressed two fingers into him. Harry shifted further down to watch more closely. Hermione rotated her hand on every backward stroke, and Harry's cock bounced with the desire to take the place of her fingers, delving deep into the other man.

Snape's voice was gravelly as he said, "By working up to it slowly, there should be no discomfort. And, not only is the sensation of being stretched and filled this way a good one, but if you know what to look for, your partner can find your prostate and...aahhh!"

Lips spread in a wicked grin, Hermione had taken that moment to demonstrate what Snape was talking about, thrusting in and then fluttering her fingers toward the ceiling, drumming against Snape's prostate. Harry gasped at the convulsive contractions rippling along Snape's lean body, and Hermione said, "As he was saying, your partner can find your prostate and essentially reduce you to a quivering mass of ecstasy."

Snape's hips rocked of their own volition, fucking himself on her wriggling fingers. More liquid dripped along the underside of his cock, making Harry want to lick it clean. Hermione drew Harry's gaze and locked eyes with him in challenge. "Ready to try it?"

Harry's voice was stuck in his dry throat, so he just nodded vehemently.

Hermione licked her lips again and said, her voice low and throaty, "Lie down beside Severus. I'm going to do the same thing to you, and when you're both good and ready, I'm going to fuck you into him."

Both men groaned as Harry scrambled to lie beside Snape, twining their fingers together and exchanging heated looks.

Hermione removed her fingers from Snape long enough to slick up her other hand as well, then delved back in, stretching Snape around two fingers while teasing Harry's trembling hole with the pad of one finger.

Slowly, she breached him, watching his expressions closely, biting her lip at the bliss contorting his features. With both hands, she settled into a rhythm, sliding in and out, until they were both writhing and panting before her. "Ready for more?"

She had really meant to ask only Harry, but in unison, they rasped, "Yes," and Hermione's cunt throbbed with arousal.

Making sure both hands were well lubed, she slid two fingers into Harry even as she tightened three fingers into a cone and pushed into Snape, eliciting a ragged moan from Snape and a breathless curse from Harry.

A rosy flush spread over Harry's face and chest, almost catching up with the breadth of the flush tinting Snape's torso. Hermione could feel her juices trickling down her thighs as she knelt between them and knew she would be leaving a puddle on the bed.

"Harry, do you like it?" Hermione waited long enough to see his distracted nod before saying, "Then you'll like this," and pressing against the lump of his prostate with her two fingers.

Harry's eyes flew open in shock and he crushed Snape's hand in his as his body tensed, shuddering at the sensations. "Oh fuck, Hermione!"

Hermione kept massaging him and purred, "Soon, love. Very soon."

Snape rasped, "I hope so..."

Hermione chuckled and slid out enough to wriggle a third finger into Harry, goose flesh racing over her at his desperate groan and the way he bore down onto her fingers, trying to take them in faster, deeper.

Head rolling back and forth, brow furrowed, Harry panted brokenly, "Please...ohgodohgodohgod...I need it...now...want you...Hermione...Severus...want to fuck you...want you to fuck me...please...now..."

Snape and Hermione exchanged triumphant looks and Hermione carefully withdrew from both of them. "It's all right, Harry. Severus, roll over. Harry, come back here with me."

Harry surged up and scrambled to kneel beside Hermione as Snape rolled onto his knees and elbows, head hanging low and arse tilted high in the air.

Stripping the gloves off with ruthless efficiency, Hermione gestured for Harry to move closer behind Snape, and he couldn't resist caressing the older man's legs and back, admiring the taut lines of trembling muscle directing him to his waiting target. His cock bounced eagerly, ready to plunge in.

Behind him, he felt Hermione pressing closer, one hand pushing between his shoulder blades and guiding him to lean over Snape's bent form. His erection slid along the slippery cleft of Snape's arse, and they both gasped. Harry felt the tip of Hermione's dildo spreading more lube around his arsehole and he immediately followed direction when she breathed, "Line up and be ready to move. I'm about to fuck you with my cock, Harry."

The silence that followed her words was charged with excitement and anticipation. Hermione gripped Harry's hips and slowly pressed in. Harry shifted enough to do the same to Snape, and as one, they continued until Hermione's dildo was buried to the hilt in Harry and Harry was balls-deep in Snape.

They remained still for a long moment, just breathing and absorbing the sensations, trying to maintain control of their faculties and bodies. Hermione dropped a feather-light kiss on Harry's back and whispered, "You all right?"

Harry exhaled a shaky breath and said, "Un-fucking-believable. Bloody hell, you feel so good. Severus, are you okay?"

Snape was trembling beneath him. "I'm grand. But I would be even better if you moved and fucked me."

Both Harry and Hermione gasped, and Hermione withdrew halfway from Harry, allowing him to back out of Snape as well. Then, Hermione murmured, "Harry, just give over and let me fuck you both."

Harry voiced an affirmative sound, hands clamped on Snape's hips with a white-knuckled grip. Snape growled, "Do it," and Hermione snapped her hips forward, plunging deep and forcing Harry into Snape.

Their twin shouts of delight spurred her on, and she focused on finding a steady rhythm. After several minutes, she decided to turn things up a notch, and she said, "Severus, spread your legs more and rest your chest on the bed." He did as he was bid, and when she thrust Harry forward into him at this new angle, she had gauged correctly, and driven him right into Snape's prostate. Snape's roar made her grin with fierce pride and she pushed Harry down further, angling so that her next thrust landed on Harry's prostate as well, wrenching a loud cry from his throat.

The incoherent sounds coming from the two men she was fucking filled her with a rush of power and lust. It wouldn't last much longer at this pace, and she was riding the euphoric high, wondering if she might even come just from getting them off like this.

Suddenly, she saw Snape's hand shoving beneath him, and she knew he was stroking himself. It took only a few beats before his body contorted, bucking on Harry's cock as he bellowed into the mattress and came hard, squeezing Harry where he was buried deep inside him. Hermione pounded forward, grinding onto Harry's prostate and keeping him trapped while Snape's arse fluttered and pulsed along his erection.

It was too much, and Harry shouted a litany of profanity as he climaxed, shaking and gasping in Hermione's grasp. When Harry collapsed, wrapping his arms around Snape's middle and resting his head on his back as he gulped deep breaths, Hermione tenderly caressed his back and thighs, uttering a soothing croon.

After a long moment, she murmured, "I'm going to pull out now. Are you ready?"

Harry grunted an affirmative and she carefully withdrew to the accompaniment of his drawn-out hiss. She fell back onto her heels and stared in fascination at Harry's arsehole, struggling to clamp closed from the gape left after she slid out. Without thinking, she traced a fingertip around the over-sensitive, swollen flesh, and Harry yelped, jerking forward and causing Snape to cry out as well.

Hermione snatched her hand back, grimacing in sheepish apology. "Sorry! I won't do that again."

Harry panted onto Snape's shoulder blade and said, "Severus, I'm gonna collapse now."

Snape hummed in acknowledgement and Harry pulled out, only to sink onto his side beside Snape and roll onto his back, eyes staring dazedly at the ceiling. Hermione watched come trickle out of Snape's abused hole as he writhed and stretched, moving his legs out straight and turning to lie on his side facing Harry.

They lay there, regaining their breath and slowing their pulse, and Hermione slipped off the bed to remove the strap-on and discard the lubed condom. Her thighs were slick with her juices, streaking down from where she had soaked the middle strap of the harness. She was so turned on that she wondered if she would orgasm at the slightest touch on her clit.

As she settled back on the bed at their feet, Snape rested a hand on Harry's belly and murmured, "Happy birthday, Harry. I do hope you enjoyed our present."

Harry uttered an incredulous huff and croaked, "That was the most amazing, brilliant, fucking mind-blowing orgasm I have ever experienced. But next time, I want to switch it around. I want to feel a real cock inside me...yours, Severus. And I want to get Hermione off too."

At that, they both looked down at Hermione with expressions of stunned appreciation. She beamed back at them. Harry continued, "Sorry to leave you so unsatisfied, Hermione. Once I've regained feeling in my limbs, I'll be more than happy to reciprocate."

Hermione laughed. "As long as you have feeling in your hand, that'll be enough this time. You two were so unbelievably hot and I'm so fucking turned on right now that it won't take much to make me come."

Snape smirked. "I have feeling in my hand..."

She bit her lip and dropped to her hands and knees, crawling between them. "Mmm, good. Then let's not waste another second, shall we?"

They shifted to allow her to lie on her back and the pressed against her, dropping nibbles and licks along her throat and breasts. She moaned and whispered, "Severus, fuck me with your fingers, and Harry, stroke my clit. I want to come from both of you."

Snape and Harry exchanged a heated look and, as one, they descended on her, each suckling a nipple as their fingers fulfilled their appointed tasks. Almost instantly, as soon as Snape pressed up against her G-spot and Harry circled her clit, she arched and shrieked her climax, shuddering and bouncing under their ministrations, and drenching their hands with even more of her juices.

They gentled her down from her peak until she weakly batted them away, too sensitive in the wake of her orgasm. Both men fell back onto the bed on either side of her, and all three of them just lay there, basking in the afterglow.

Any of them may have dozed off, but they would never admit it. Eventually, when Harry was ambushed by a huge yawn, he stretched and rumbled, "That was bloody brilliant. Fuck, whose birthday is next?"

Snape and Hermione burst out laughing and Snape drawled, "I'm certainly not waiting until mid September to do this again. I vote this become part of our regular rotation."

Harry snorted and Hermione crowed, "Seconded!"

Voice rippling with amusement, Harry said, "All in favour?"

In unison, they all firmly stated, "Aye!" and Harry said, "The ayes have it; the motion carries!"

They all dissolved into giggles, moving to cuddle closer together. After a long moment, Snape said, "I daresay we should go ahead and clean up so we can settle in...unless you're up for round two.

Harry's eyes darkened with desire, but he said, "I'd rather get some rest so I can live up to my full potential for round two. Isn't that what a good student would do?"

Snape smirked and said, "Indeed. You've learned well. Top marks."

Harry lunged across Hermione to drag Snape into a fierce kiss, and she hummed in appreciation as she watched them. Breaking the kiss, Harry pressed his forehead against Snape's and said, "Let's clean up and settle in. The sooner we get some rest, the sooner we can wake up and practice."

Snape's dark chuckle blended with Hermione's throaty giggle as they all shifted and stood up. Hermione moved all the accoutrement from the bed and sent it flying into a corner and out of the way. Then, she announced, "I call dibs on the shower!"

Flashing a grin, she spun and dashed out of the room, leaving Harry to yell, "Hey! It's my birthday! I should get first shower!"

Harry made to chase after her, but Snape caught his wrist and pulled him up short. "You're right. It is your birthday, so we should take advantage of it. Let's join her and she and I can help you clean your birthday suit."

Snape's eyes gleamed with mischief and arousal, and Harry responded with a lopsided grin. "A sound plan." Then, he stretched up and kissed Snape, less heated and more tender than before. "Thank you for making my birthday...no, scratch that...my life...special, Severus. Hermione was right to save you."

Snape wrapped his arm around Harry's waist and guided him toward the door. "Then let's show her how grateful we are for her actions."

They exchanged fond smiles and strode into the hallway to join the woman they loved.

The End