Photographic Evidence (NL/SS/HP)

Disclaimer: J. K. Rowling owns Harry Potter.
Rated: 17+
Warnings: Threesome, voyerism, dubius consent
Pairing: NL/SS/HP
Word count: 4, 265
Written for: The Cookie Jar (irana

Photographic Evidence

“Harry?”

“Neville! What are you doing here?”

Neville looked confused. “I sleep here. What are you looking at?”

Harry pushed the pile of crumpled parchment under his bed with a hasty, guilty shove. “Nothing. Go to bed Neville.”

“But…”

“It’s nothing okay? Just leave me alone.”

Neville frowned, but moved obligingly over to his own bed. As he did so, a rogue piece of parchment fluttered against the bedpost.

“Harry, you dropped something…” Neville stared at the paper in his hand. It was a photograph.

“Harry, why do you have a picture of Professor Snape in the shower?”

Harry had gone deathly pale. “Neville… it’s not… I don’t…”

Neville was staring in fascination at the parchment. “You like boys?”

“Neville, I don’t want… I can’t…“

“I don’t mind.”

“I- what?”

“I said I don’t mind. I like boys too.”

Harry’s face was a picture of shock. “You do?”

Neville nodded, looking a bit uncertain.

“Does anybody else know?”

“No, I didn’t really want to tell anybody before I told my grandmother, except I don’t really want to
tell her.”

“I haven’t told anyone either. I didn’t really know if this sort of thing is accepted in the Wizarding World. And I couldn’t exactly ask.”

Neville nodded. “Are Muggles different?”

“Some Muggles don’t mind. The Dursleys did.”

“Wizards don’t mind exactly, as long as we keep it to ourselves. We can’t go kissing in the park or anything like that. I don’t think Ron would mind if you told him. Mrs. Weasley always seemed really nice, so I don’t think she’d mind.”

Harry nodded slowly.

“So,” Neville continued, “You like Professor Snape?”

Harry jumped. “What makes you think that?”

“The picture, remember? He’s brilliant.”

Harry looked at Neville, mouth hanging open slightly. “But… you… you’re terrified of Snape!”

“Of course I am, he can read minds. I’m sure he can. Can you imagine what he’d say if he knew I thought he was sexy?” Seemingly relieved to find someone who shared his preferences, everything was spilling out of Neville in a rush. ”He’d kill me! Chop me up for potions ingredients. Or tell Grandmother.”

“I don’t think he’d do anything. That would mean showing that he knew what sex was.”

Suddenly hit with the ridiculousness of the whole conversation, Neville and Harry broke into helpless giggles.

“How long d’you think it’s been since Snape last got laid?” Harry asked, hauling himself back up by the oak headboard of his bed.

“Dunno. How’d you get those pictures anyway?”

Harry smirked, looking remarkably like the subject of their obsession. “I nicked Colin’s spare camera and put it in the teacher’s bathroom. I got loads of pictures. There were a few nasty ones of Dumbledore though.” Both boys winced at the thought. A naked Dumbledore was not something any student wanted to see. Harry pulled a box from under his bed and balanced it on his legs as he dug around for loose papers.

“Here, look. Do you want some? I have about a hundred.”

Neville looked nervously at the door. “Maybe you’d better keep them.”

Harry grinned. “All right. Listen, I was wondering…. do you know anything about, um, you know…”

Neville looked mystified. “What?”

Harry gestured helplessly. “You know... how guys, um, do it with other guys.”

“Oh!” A dull flush spread up Neville’s neck until it reached his chubby cheeks. “I, er, no. Sorry.”

“Well since we’re both… into that, do you want to… practice together?”

“Practice?”

“For when one of us gets a boyfriend. I don’t know about you, but I really don’t want to feel like an idiot when I eventually sleep with someone.”

“I don’t know, Harry.”

“Please, Neville?”

Neville hesitated, looking at Harry’s pleading face. “Okay, but not too fast.”

“Brilliant!”

And so a pact was formed.

~HP~NL~SS~

Together, the two boys began exploring their sexuality. Ron remained completely oblivious, and Hermione was too caught up in NEWT preparations to notice much except how much homework was remaining. Through the day, Harry and Neville carried on as usual, although they were now paired in potions, lending each other moral support. By night, though, both discovered a whole wonderful world of unnoticed sensation. With the help of a book Harry had stolen from the restricted section, Neville discovered that he had surprising talent with his mouth, and that Harry’s nipples were the most sensitive place on his body. He wondered if Snape had sensitive nipples, blushing as he thought about the photographs still hidden under Harry’s bed. Both boys were still attracted to the tall man, but now had experience to go along with that, a better tool to fuel their fantasies. After all, they now knew what could be done with an enthusiastic tongue, and what it felt like to be kissed hard and deep.

In their newly contented state, it came as a slight shock when their world changed again.

“Neville?”

Neville looked up from the transfigurations homework he was busy mutilating. “Yes?”

“Look what I’ve got.”

Neville put his Eagle-feather quill down and took the parchment Harry offered. His mouth went completely dry and all his blood drained south at the image that greeted him. “Harry, you said you wouldn’t go back to the showers. It’s too risky.”

Harry flopped onto the bed next to him, running a hand through his messy black hair. “But it’s so worth it!”

Neville looked back down at the paper. Reclining against the pale parchment were blue tiled walls and a long slender body, white as the paper itself, inky black hair spilling across the parchment. The potions master slid one spidery hand down his body to curl around his cock. The wizarding photo showed the physical manifestation of all Neville’s fantasies. Snape was wanking! Quite enthusiastically, at that. The grip of Snape’s hand tightened, and Neville’s breath caught. How he wished that wizarding photographs had sound. It would be wonderful to hear those moans.

“Isn’t it fantastic?” Harry breathed over his shoulder. Neville had to agree. It was most definitely fantastic.

~HP~NL~SS~

The next morning, Neville and Harry found themselves accidentally coming out to their dormmates. After receiving the new photograph, Harry and Neville got a little… frisky. They forgot to put up their usual silencing charm. And they forgot to close the curtains of the bed. All in all, Ron got quite an eyeful when he woke up the next morning. He hadn’t minded, as Neville had predicted all those months ago, but he asked that Harry and Neville go elsewhere for their activities. Which was why Harry was creeping along the corridors towards their meeting point. Merlin only knew why they had chosen the potions classroom. Actually, they knew perfectly well why they’d chosen the potions classroom. Their mutual fascination with Snape was beginning to get in the way of the task at hand. However, the potions classroom was filled with large hard objects, pointy objects, poisonous objects etc. etc. On reflection, it wasn’t the best place to strip off.

Approaching the room, Harry resolved to ask Neville to meet somewhere else next time. The desk was really too scratchy on the arse. Pushing the door quietly open, Harry slipped inside and removed his invisibility cloak.

“Well, well, what have we here?”

~HP~NL~SS~

A pale, slender hand pushed the heavy wooden door shut with a soft thud.

“Mr. Potter. Well- I don’t suppose we could have expected you to follow the rules could we?”

“Professor… I…” Harry glanced around frantically for Neville. Had he been caught too?

“Don’t look for a way out. Potter. Your ‘friend’ has confessed everything. Who knew that the Golden Gryffindor would have dirty fantasies just like the rest of us.” Snape smirked nastily.

“Or perhaps,” Snape removed something from an inner pocket of his robes, “not so like the rest. How many students dare to fancy the greasy potions master?” Harry looked down in horror at the parchment Snape laid on the worktop. His parchment. The last photograph he’d taken. The one he’d given to Neville.

“You are not denying it, Mr. Potter.”

Harry decided that if he was going down, he would go down fighting. He looked coolly up at his Professor. “There’s nothing to deny.”

“I see. Mr. Longbottom seemed to be of a similar mind. Perhaps I should show you why students usually refuse to look to me for… sexual satisfaction.” One hand moved to the collar of the heavy black robes and Harry gulped. Behind Snape, Neville gave a terrified squeak.

“It will never cease to amaze me, Potter, how many rules you are willing to break, for the stupidest of reasons. So like your father. What would he think if he knew I was about to fuck you?” Snape’s voice carried on, but Harry was no longer listening. All his attention was riveted on the pale expanse of skin that was slowly being revealed. Suddenly, Snape’s busy hands stopped.

“You are not listening, Potter. At least Longbottom has the manners to listen to his teacher.” Harry wrenched his gaze away from Snape’s half-bared chest and back up to his face, which was twisted in a scowl.

“Good boy. As I was saying, it may be quite difficult to tutor both of you at once, but I feel I am more than up to the task. After all, sometimes the greatest punishment for one of your age is to simply sit and watch.” By this point, Snape’s robes hung open by his sides and nimble fingers were working through the buttons on his trousers. Harry was getting harder, and from the glazed look on Neville’s face, he wasn’t the only one. This was the fantasy they had acted out together, with the help of potions and glamours and a draughty dungeon classroom. And now the dream was coming true.

Snape’s underwear dropped to the floor, leaving him draped in the woollen robe and nothing else. Harry’s mouth went completely dry as Snape advanced on him, leaving Neville gaping behind him.

“Now,” the Potions Master purred, “would the stubborn Gryffindor still like to fulfil that fantasy, or would you rather go back to the tower, minus house points but with innocence intact?” Harry’s eyes found Neville’s over Snape’s shoulder. Neville looked terrified, but excited, a bright flush decorating his cheeks and he gave a barely perceptible nod. Harry turned back to Snape.

“We’ll stay here.”

~HP~NL~SS~

Snape smiled. Not a smirk, but it still wasn’t a very nice smile. Rather like the smile a snake would give a baby mouse as it explains why exactly it needs to eat it.

“Good boy. And I suppose you, Longbottom, will be following Potter along on his little adventure like the lovesick puppy you are?”

Neville looked somewhere between frightened, angry and indignant. “I’ll stay too, sir,” he said. “It’s my fantasy, too.”

Snape stared at him for a long moment, causing him to squirm slightly in his seat. “Very well,” he said, before pushing Harry down against the large cauldron he usually used for making mass antidotes and kissing him hard.

~HP~NL~SS~

Harry’s head was reeling. Snape was kissing him! And he could feel the heat of Snape’s sallow body pressing against him through the thin layer of denim and cotton clothing. Snape’s mouth was as hot and hard and unforgiving as the rest of him as he kissed Harry senseless. A long thin tongue invaded Harry’s mouth, sweeping around his mouth and then dipping back out to lick along his lips. Harry heard a moan – Neville – and thrust his hips up helplessly against the body that pressed him down. His jeans felt too constricting, especially as he felt an answering hardness from Snape, who’s cock was free of torturous clothing. Suddenly, Snape pulled away. Harry groaned.

“Now, Mr. Potter. I can see that you are rather… enjoying the proceedings. This is meant to be a punishment. Am I right in assuming you generally top?”

“We take turns,” came a quiet voice from the corner.

Snape turned to regard the chubby boy. “Really?” he purred. He turned, his sallow skin dancing with shadows from the small jar-held blue flames lining the classroom walls. Neville shifted uneasily as Snape stalked toward him and the woollen robe finally slid to the floor. Snape pushed Neville back on the hard lab chair and began removing the young man’s shirt, while Harry watched from behind, panting slightly.

“Tell me, whose turn would it be tonight?”

“Mine,” said Harry. Snape had, by this point, removed Neville’s shirt and had gone to work on his trousers.

“So Mr. Longbottom here would be bottom. Well, one would hate to break tradition. On the desk, boy,” he snapped at Neville. Neville scrambled to obey.

Harry stood up. “What about me?”

Snape regarded him coolly. “What about you, Potter? Surely you don’t think that you should always be the centre of attention. But then again, your father was always this way, too. Not that we had a sexual relationship – I would never degrade myself in such a way, but he always needed to be watched, too. Praised, wanted, needed. It is hardly surprising, spoilt brat that you are, that you would feel the same.”

Harry’s mouth was wide open. “So why am I here, if we’re not even going to do anything? Why didn’t you just take points and send me back to the dorm?” Neville lay forgotten on the rough desk.

“Because points never do any good! You have no sense of House pride – you lose points regularly without a care in the world. You need a proper punishment. A punishment that will teach you the consequences of your actions.” Thin ropes shot out of Snape’s wand – when did he get it back? – and wrapped around Harry, binding him to the cauldron beside which he still stood. Harry struggled.

“What are you doing?”

“It’s your fantasy Mr. Potter. You will stay there and watch. You will not touch. You will not make a sound. We’ll see how disillusioned you are at the end of the session. You, Mr. Longbottom, will help… act out this little scenario. I feel that you can only benefit from such an experience, as it is obvious you would not be here without Potter.”

Neville’s face twisted with fury. “I-“

“You will also stay silent. On your stomach – I expected you to know that much at least.” Neville glared, but said nothing. He squirmed around on the tabletop until he was lying on his stomach. He jumped as a slick finger immediately introduced itself to his hole.

~NL~HP~SS~

Harry groaned as he watched his teacher and his friend against the rough tabletop. Their pale skin stood out in sharp relief against the dark, ink stained wood and the rocking motions Neville made against Snape’s hand caused the desk jerk back and forth on its wobbly legs. Harry strained at the bonds holding him, to no avail. The ropes were wrapped snugly around his wrists and middle, knots pulling tighter with every jerk of Harry’s body. It was becoming painful.

On the table, Snape was slipping a third slick finger inside Neville’s slick channel. The boy’s entire body was flushed bright pink. He whimpered as Snape’s fingers thrust mercilessly into him, and then yelped as they brushed across his prostate. Snape gave a nasty smile.

“I believe you are ready.” Harry and Neville groaned in tandem as their teacher covered his large cock in pale lubricant until it was slick and shining. Harry strained again against his ropes. Snape pressed his cock against the boy’s plump ass and pushed forward. Neville groaned. Snape was a harsh master, but he was used to rough play. More than once, he and Harry and gotten a little… carried away. They never hurt each other, but they rarely held back.

“Take it,” the dark voice hissed behind him, and he could hear Harry swearing and struggling for freedom. Then Harry’s voice, rough with frustration, hissed out a word that sounded harsh and foreign on his lips. Parseltongue, Neville realised, before thought of any kind was wiped from his mind with a particularly harsh thrust from the body behind him.

~NL~HP~SS~

Harry was still struggling for freedom against the binding holding him to the cold surface of the cauldron. His cock ached in his pants, throbbing with pain and arousal. His denim jeans were too tight, and he wanted release so, so badly. Finally, he snapped out a command that, lost in a haze of arousal, somehow became more sibilant than it should have been. Perhaps it was only fitting that spells from the head of Slytherin were released with a word in Parseltongue.

“Finite!”

The ropes unwound from his wrists and Harry smiled, rubbing the circulation back. He stood up and began stripping off his clothes. His white school shirt pooled on the ground, a sharp contrast to the black cauldron and dirty stonework floor. He tugged at the fastenings on his trousers, sighing in relief as the pressure eased. Then he moved behind Snape and Neville, pulling the robe from Snape’s shoulders.

“Accio lubricant!”

“What--” Snape’s words were cut off by a vial of lubricant hitting him in the side of the head. Harry and Neville both winced.

“Sorry.”

“You would not need to apologise if you were a little mo- oh!” Snape’s words were brought to an abrupt halt once again as Harry’s fingers pushed without ceremony into his tight hole, somehow managing to brush against his prostate on the first attempt.

Harry, too, was almost beyond words. It had undoubtedly been a very long time since Snape had last been fucked. Even if they could assume Snape had people in his bed on a regular basis, which they wouldn’t dare to even think, he was unarguably a top. Harry shook his head in sheer amazement that he had got even this far in trying to dominate the austere Potions Master. This train of thought ended quickly as Snape bucked backwards, seemingly unsure whether he was trying to throw Harry from his position draped over his back, or force the fingers deeper.

Harry was quick to remove the fingers. It may have been a while for Snape, but they were all impatient – including Neville, who squirmed under Snape in an effort to make him move again. Harry paused for a moment to rid himself of the obstructing trousers and underwear he still wore. He then tipped the vial of lubricant over carefully, pouring some of the clear substance into his palm, before giving up altogether and upending it over his prick. He aligned himself carefully against Snape’s bared hole and pushed.

~NL~SS~HP~

The three groaned in tandem as they were joined. Harry closed his eyes in bliss at the tight warmth that surrounded him. It was astounding that someone so cold could produce such incredible heat. Different from Neville, yet somehow the same. Hot, tight, wet. Snape’s hips were slimmer than Neville’s – almost skeletal – and Harry could feel the bumps of his spine as he leant over him. Yet inside, it hardly mattered what the outside felt like. Harry didn’t even know if he preferred one to the other. All that mattered was the heat inside and around him.

Snape was still trying to adjust to the almost-forgotten feeling of being fucked, stretched, opened. It had been a long time since he had last felt the slight tearing pain as another man entered him. It was even longer since he had felt so vulnerable. No matter what he did or how he did it, he was always in control. Always. Except for now, with a student buried in him, one he had insulted and ridiculed at every turn. Naked and taken from behind, it was very difficult to maintain any semblance of control. This time, he was well and truly at the mercy of Harry Potter.

As for Neville, he was quickly becoming light-headed from both the touch of the man he had secretly admired for so long, and from breathlessness as two hard, heavy bodies pressed him into the worktable. It was a fantasy come true, and as his head spun, Neville was unsure if this was in fact a dream. A daydream in History of Magic to combat the boredom? An incredibly arousing, involved daydream. No, this was real. How would he live through it? Neville stopped wondering how he would live through it and concentrated on drawing breath into his tortured lungs as Snape managed to push himself up slightly, allowing Neville much-needed breathing room. Then Neville saw Harry thrust into Snape, pushing him into Neville’s body and the world became a spinning vortex of pulsing colour and light. Pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known pulsed through him as his two lovers moved above and inside him.

~NL~SS~HP~

Harry wrapped one arm around Snape’s waist, supporting him above Neville’s body as he rocked harshly into him. He could hear Snape panting and Neville’s breathless cries with every thrust. Damp black hair fell against his shoulder as Snape threw his head back. Harry grinned – he thought his aim was getting better. He could now find the prostate within a few thrusts with Neville and seemed to be having similar luck with Snape.

“Don’t stop, you idiot!” Snape barked in his ear. Harry grinned wider.

“Yes, master,” he replied, thrusting a bit faster. It was far too short a time before he was on the very edge of orgasm. He automatically reached around the lean body before him to help bring off his lover. He found the swollen flesh and began stoking down the shaft, before finding a sudden stop to his explorations where Snape’s cock disappeared inside Neville’s body. Harry blinked, confused. So close to orgasm, he had thought only of his own and his partner’s pleasure, forgetting that there were three. Snape’s long fingers suddenly closed around his wrist and brought his hand to Neville’s neglected cock. Harry stroked it for a moment before closing his fist around the wide erection. Snape’s fingers joined his, sliding between his and guiding his hand in smooth, even strokes. Neville moaned and came over their joined hands, soaking them in white fluid. Snape brought their fingers to his mouth, tongue flicking out to lap up the wetness. Harry came, pumping hot spunk into Snape’s ass, the final spurts drawn out by the sudden contractions of Snape’s own muscles as he followed the two younger men over the edge.

~NL~SS~HP~

Harry collapsed onto Snape, whose arms promptly gave out, spilling himself and Harry onto Neville, who grunted softly in annoyance. Harry closed his eyes, pressing his face against the flushed neck of his professor. He wondered if he could just go to sleep here, quickly losing the idea as Snape elbowed him in the ribs.

“Potter, get up. We’re squashing Longbottom, not to mention myself.” Harry pushed himself up a little, easing carefully out of Snape’s sore entrance. He stood back and watched as Snape followed suit, barely waiting a moment before turning to pull his clothes back on.

“Snape? Sir? What are you doing?” asked Neville from his place still sprawled on the desk. Harry looked at his friend. He looked completely debauched – every inch of his skin covered in bruises, scratches from the table and a heavy, post-sex pinkness that made him look… well… rather like a strawberry that had gone several rounds with a thorn bush. Harry grinned at the image before turning his attention to Snape, who had gotten his underwear, trousers and one sock on in the time he had been thinking.

“Dressing, of course. And then leaving. I hope you both learned something from this.”

“Persistence is rewarded?” asked Harry with an impish look.

“Stupid boy,” Snape snorted. “You weren’t persistent. You didn’t mean to run into me at all. It was just chance – a chance you should be regretting.”

“Well, I don’t,” Harry replied.

“Me neither,” Neville agreed.

Snape turned to stare at them with a look of incredulity on his face, robe hanging from one hand. “You learned nothing from this encounter?”

“I learned that you’re just as sexy in real life as on paper,” Neville said, blushing.

“And that you seem to like being bottom,” added Harry.

“And-“

“And you would be wrong,” Snape said. “We will not speak of this again. You will destroy the photographs and have normal sex lives with normal people, understood?”

Harry looked thoughtful. “How about we keep coming back to you? We’ll destroy one photo for every night we spend together.” Beside him, Neville nodded fervently.

“I will not be blackmailed by you,” Snape spluttered indignantly.

“It’s not blackmail – it’s… business,” said Harry. “Do we have a deal?”

Snape sighed. “Fine. But I keep this one, as payment for tonight.” He picked up the parchment and tucked it into his robes. Both Harry and Neville looked with longing at the photograph, before Harry sighed.

“Fine. We’ll see you tomorrow, Professor.”

Snape swept from the room, obviously trying to gather his dignity after an hour spent naked in the company of students. Harry helped Neville up from the table and walked over to a table by the supplies cupboard. Climbing on top, he retrieved a black box from the top of the cupboard.

“What’s that?” asked Neville.

“Camcorder,” Harry said, pulling the Muggle device from the box. “Mr. Weasley taught me how to spell Muggle objects to work in Wizarding houses. I knew he’d find us sooner or later. Come watch it with me?”

Neville smiled and picked up his shirt from the floor. “I’d love to. How long before Snape gets all the photos?”

Harry smiled back at him. “Long enough, Neville. Long enough.”