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The interrogation room was dark and cold, but Harry loved it. He especially loved it when it contained Draco Malfoy.
“Potter,” Malfoy spat when he saw Harry enter the room.
Harry stood tall in his scarlet Auror robes and thick, black boots. He marched right up to Malfoy and stared down at him. “Good evening.”
Malfoy reclined in his hard chair, pretending not to have a care in the world. “I want to know why I’m here.” His voice was proud and nasally.
“Let’s start with a guess,” Harry said, taking up the chair across the table. He carefully laid out his file on Malfoy’s apothecary in Knockturn.
“I haven’t the faintest idea why you are wasting my time.”
“Oh, it’s not a waste of time. People have died—children have died. There are dangerous and illegal potion ingredients hiding in plain sight in Knockturn and I think you know about it.”
“I don’t!”
Harry cocked his head. “Your main supplier is Bushler & Kreeps. Surely you know we arrested Kreeps last week for illegal possession of Midnight Lung.”
“Everything I bought from them was legal! Search my account books! It’s all there!” Malfoy was breathing rapidly. He didn’t look so proud now.
“We both know you are hiding things, Malfoy.” Utterly calm, Harry brought his hands together in thought.
“I’m telling you I’m not!” Malfoy sucked in a breath, his face red. The truth was he looked pretty when he was desperate.
Sighing, Harry removed two photographs from his file. He placed them in front of Malfoy so he could see. He pointed to Malfoy’s black and white face. “Do you recognise this man?”
“That’s me,” Malfoy mumbled.
Harry tapped the other man in the photograph. “And who is this?”
“Edgar Kreeps.”
“Ah,” Harry said, feigning keen interest. “And where are you two? In a back alley?”
“Behind their distribution shop.” Malfoy sounded miserable.
“Now why would you two need to conduct your business in a back alley?” Using his wand, Harry zoomed in on the photograph. “Oh, what is this? You are handing over Galleons and Kreeps is giving you something that very much looks like Midnight Lung.”
“You can’t prove it! Anything could be in that phial!”
“Yes, except we found remnants of Midnight Lung in the shattered phials on the floor of your apothecary. Funny how you dropped so many of them right as our raid began.”
“I was startled,” Malfoy spat. Underneath his anger, he looked scared.
Harry stared at Malfoy over his steeped fingers. “We’ve got you, Malfoy. I’ve got you. For years now I knew you were up to something and now I finally have proof.”
Malfoy’s composure fell away. “Please! I’ll do anything! I can’t go back to Azkaban!”
Harry tapped his fingers together. “Perhaps we can come to an agreement.”
“I’ll do anything.” Malfoy’s breath came hard and fast.
Something sick and needy flared inside Harry. If it were anyone else, he would feel bad, but this was Draco Malfoy, ex-Death Eater, utter little shit.
“Stand up,” Harry ordered.
Shaking, Malfoy got to his feet.
“Turn around, put your hands behind your back.”
Malfoy turned around and brought his pretty wrists together. His breathing was loud in the quiet room.
As Harry tied his hands together, he said in Malfoy’s ear, “Have you ever sucked cock?”
“Yes,” Malfoy whispered.
Harry reached around and felt Malfoy’s soft prick through his trousers. “Not all that interested, are we?”
“Funny enough, serving time in Azkaban isn’t a turn on.”
Harry yanked his head back by his hair. Malfoy’s mouth dropped open. “You speak to me like that again and you will be punished.”
“Yes, sir,” Malfoy whispered.
“Good start.” Still holding him by the hair, Harry ripped down his pants and trousers. He wrapped his hand around his soft, pretty cock and stroked.
“Oh.”
Harry stroked over and over, urging Malfoy’s flesh to harden. Malfoy gritted his teeth, his eyes squeezed closed. It was obvious he didn’t want this, but Harry didn’t give him a choice.
The door opened, and Snape strode into the room. He wore his black Head Auror robes.
“What is he doing here!” Malfoy said.
“He is here to give you what you deserve,” Harry growled. He shoved Malfoy to his knees even as Malfoy tried to struggle.
“Draco,” Snape purred. “How lovely it is to see you again.”
“Please, don’t do this! We are friends, aren’t we? You were once my mentor, Severus. You promised—you promised my parents!”
“You aren’t a child anymore, Draco,” Severus said calmly. He just as calmly unbuttoned his robes and pulled his cock out. “No one but yourself will take the blame for your misbehaviour this time.”
“Oh, please!”
Snape caressed his cheek with a thumb. “Open your mouth, Draco. Be a good boy for us. Come on.”
Whimpering, Malfoy opened his mouth and Snape shoved his cock inside. He went deep on his first thrust, choking Malfoy. He buried his hands in his lovely blond hair and shoved his cock in and out of his mouth.
Harry was distracted by the sight before him. Snape looked so commanding, so sexy, as he used Malfoy’s mouth.
Harry fished his own cock out of his trousers and wanked himself as he watched Malfoy’s pretty lips struggle to take all of Snape’s massive prick. Snape was big, almost too big, and Harry almost felt sorry for the little shit.
“I want your arse, Malfoy,” Harry said darkly.
“No!” Malfoy tried to twist away, fight them off, but Snape tightened his hold and shook him a bit.
“You will listen to us, boy!”
“Get him into position,” Harry said.
“Yes.” Snape Summoned one of the chairs and sat down, his legs spread wide. Then he forced his cock back into Malfoy’s mouth.
Harry stepped up behind him and forced Malfoy to his feet. The angle was better this way, but it put Malfoy in a very uncomfortable position.
Harry tore down Malfoy’s fine trousers, his silk underpants, then lined himself up.
“No! No!” Malfoy screamed, muffled.
“Potter,” Snape said, breathless, his thrusts unrelenting. “Draco is fragile, he’s always been fragile. You need to use lube.”
“Oh, all right.” Harry Conjured some lube and smeared it roughly over Malfoy’s pretty hole. Then he pressed into Malfoy, holding his hips in check, and he gasped as he felt Malfoy’s furnace-like channel surrender to him.
Malfoy screamed again and again. He struggled, not wanting any of it, but Harry and Snape didn’t release him.
“This is what bad boys deserve,” Harry said, and he thrust as hard as he could. He pulled back, then thrust back in, over and over, and slowly, so slowly, he felt Malfoy loosen just a little for him.
Malfoy stopped struggling as Harry and Snape used him at both ends. Harry alternated between watching his red cock piston in and out of Malfoy’s abused hole and Snape’s face as he drew closer and closer to orgasm.
Harry reached down and found Malfoy just a little hard, which was remarkable in and of itself. He wrapped his hand around his cock and tugged, and Malfoy moaned weakly.
“Yes, give yourself to us, you little shit,” Harry whispered in his ear. “Come on, Malfoy. Give us your spunk. You know you want to. You know you want to be our good little whore. I know you do, Malfoy. Such a pretty hole, such a pretty cock. Come for us, darling.”
Malfoy cried out and squeezed hard around Harry’s prick. He tried to thrust into his hand, but Harry and Snape didn’t let him move.
“Fuck,” Snape moaned, and he shoved Malfoy down, so far down, and he came hard—he came down Malfoy’s throat, forcing him to swallow everything he gave him.
Harry fucked Malfoy faster, but it was difficult since Malfoy was so fucking tight around him. He thrust again and again, and he knew he was hitting his prostate because Malfoy was shuddering so sweetly.
“Yes, darling, come for us,” Harry whispered.
“Pull him up,” Snape murmured, and Harry understood.
Harry pulled Malfoy into a standing position, giving Snape room to drop to his knees in front of Malfoy.
Snape took Malfoy into his mouth, suckling just a little, and Malfoy threw his head back and screamed again. He was coming, filling Snape’s mouth, shuddering and shuddering.
“Draco,” Harry whispered, and he thrust one last time before orgasming himself.
When Harry was done, he pulled out and finally let go of Malfoy. Malfoy slumped forward, barely conscious, and Snape caught him.
Harry laughed and cast a Cleaning Charm on all three of them. He tucked his cock back into his trousers. He waved his wand again, and the interrogation room disappeared to reveal Grimmauld Place’s parlour.
Severus eased Draco onto the settee and Summoned a blanket for him. Harry leaned down and dropped a kiss on his forehead. “You did so well, love,” Harry whispered.
Draco nodded happily and snuggled into the cushion. Harry pulled Severus into a desperate kiss.
“You’re so fucking sexy when you take control,” Severus murmured.
Harry kissed his nose, his mouth. He reached down to caress his soft cock through his black robes. “I will never get over seeing you shag in your Head Auror robes.”
“Good.” Severus smirked darkly. “And the department has no idea what I do in them either.”
Harry laughed again. He loved his two husbands so much.