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His Sanity, His Insanity

Warning: this story contains threesome. It's a HG/HP/SS story, so if you don't| |like, don't read and don't review! See yourselves as warned. |

Chapter 3

He'd struggled sleeping that night. He had to stay awake to avoid being uncontrollably aroused from the feel of their soft breaths. He'd tried every trick in the book, every disgusting image he could conjure in his mind, and it helped. Right until the next breath came and all his hard work was scattered to pieces. Damn it, he wasn't a hormonal teenager any longer!

Harry on the other hand didn't wake up once. He was sure they lied to him. It was impossible to have so many nightmares one night, and then a totally dreamless night the next. In fact, judging by the sweet smile that played on his lips maybe he was even having a good dream, and if his erection was anything to go by, it was probably a wet dream about Hermione.

Eventually he drifted into sleep, from which he only woke, late in the morning. Luckily, it was Sunday, but never in his life had he woken up so late. He'd slept so good once he finally fell asleep, and by the look of it the children had too. They woke up shortly after him, and they both looked at each other in complete awe. Then they turned to look at him with the same marvelled expression.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked amazed, her voice sounded so sexy while she was still groggy with sleep.

"Half past eleven." He answered his voice hoarse from lack of use.

"So we slept for half an hour?" Her face fell.

"No, you've slept for twelve and a half hour. It's almost noon."

"What? It's impossible! I didn't wake up once." Harry looked almost confused. It's like the normal sleep threw him out of balance or something.

"No, you had vivid dreams about Hermione." Severus enjoyed tantalizing him. He shot a meaningful look to where his semi-aroused cock grazed his thigh.

Harry's face became scarlet and he mumbled something incoherent. Hermione giggled, and Harry buried his face deeper in Severus' neck, trying to hide himself. "I guess it worked after all." He eventually said. "Now we'll have to sleep with you."

"Thanks for the offer Harry, but I'm not into threesomes." Severus said, deciding to play on the innuendo. That wasn't exactly a lie. He wasn't into threesomes in general. He was only into Harry and Hermione and he was trying to fight that too. Unsuccessfully, but it was a fight all the same.

"I'm glad we've reached this stage in our relationship that you'd allow yourself to make such a naughty joke." Harry chuckled.

"I've already questioned you about your sex life, it's only natural I'd make jokes about it." Severus shrugged almost indifferently. It was strange how those children grew on him. He was actually comfortable with the situation. He knew they wouldn't judge him or analyse any movement he makes, or try to find an indication he was still harbouring some death-eater wishes like the media or other people did all the time.

He could be himself with them, reveal all his feelings without the fear of being mocked or ridiculed. Well, not including the love or lust part, but other than that, everything. And he liked the freedom that came with their presence. Maybe that's what made him love them all the more. Maybe that's why he couldn't withdraw from them in a very Snape-ish fashion "Besides" He continued "We are not in a relationship."

"Of course we are! You are my saviour, I'm the savee. You're my daddy, I'm your child. Your my-"

"Okay, I get it!" He stopped Harry before he could say anything stupider.

Hermione was giggling uncontrollably now, and they both eyed her weirdly. "Sorry!" She said in between laughter. "I can't shake from my mind the image of Professor Snape wearing leather clothes and telling you 'who's your daddy' seductively, while swinging a whip."

"Uh, so you're also having sexual thoughts about me." Severus raised his eyebrow. "I thought it was only Harry, but I'm really flattered now. Maybe you two should consider joining SOS. I'm sure you'd soon become their most valuable members, seeing as you always seem to see me half naked."

"It only happened once!" Harry protested. "But we're gonna sleep with you every night now, so I guess you're right." Harry smiled.

"I don't really have a choice, do I?"

"No." They both answered in union.

"I have a feeling I'm going to regret this." He said shaking his head while they just snuggled closer to him.

From that day on it pretty much became a routine. Each morning they would wake up, Harry and Hermione would sneak to her room where they would change for the day. After all their class were over they'd come to his chambers, work on some potion and then they'd chat. After dinner they'd bring some clothes for the night and come back to sleep in his bed. Each night they would kiss him goodnight on his cheek, and he would kiss their heads. That's the closest he got to actually kiss them.

He had to learn to let his guard down in order to be able to sleep. After a few sleepless nights he stopped minding the arousal he felt due to their close proximity and deal with it in the morning. He always woke up before them, so he had time to calm himself down a bit. He never got up from bed before Harry was fully awake. He did one time, and Harry's scream brought him running from the kitchen. It took a lot of Hermione's kisses and nuzzling Severus on Harry's part before he finally calmed down.

"Don't ever leave me, Sev, please!" Harry said desperately that morning, his eyes wide and frantic, his breathing hectic.

"I won't, I'm sorry Harry, I won't. I swear." He said with the same desperation, almost squeezing Harry's shaking body to his. So he never left him.

A week into that arrangement, Harry and Hermione started to bring their clothes for the morning with them and they ate, washed and prepared for the day in Severus' chambers. That way they could sleep a little longer. They had to take turns in the bath but it worked out quite nicely. Sometimes Harry and Hermione, who showered together much to Severus chagrin, were first and Severus would make breakfast while they were in the bath, and sometimes it was the other way around, with them preparing the food. Severus liked the second option better because in some ridiculous way it made him feel special that they made him breakfast. Either way they would eat breakfast together and only then whoever was second for the bath would shower.

They left their night clothes and the clothes from the day before at Severus' room so the house elves washed them and folded them neatly on a chair. The heap on the chair became higher and higher, since every day they brought new clothes. Severus and Hermione, being obsessed with order, reorganized Severus' wardrobe and cleared space for her and Harry's clothes. Then they did the same to the shelves in his private study so now all their books for the different classes were also there. The same happened with Hermione's collection of books that went straight to Severus' library. Basically, Hermione's room had nothing but some rarely used stuff and furniture.

As a teacher he had to make sure all the students were in their beds after curfew. He arranged it so he'd always get the first rounds because he knew Hermione and Harry wouldn't sleep until he came back. He didn't want his Harry and Hermione to suffer from it. God, he was so much in love it was unnerving.

On one especially hot day in class all the students worked on their potions. He could see many of his student were tired from the heat and the fumes so he decided he'd let them work in pairs. It's not that he became nicer person after the war, he hadn't. Some people had expected him to transfer into an angel after saving Harry's life, but that was never going to happen.

He wasn't snarky because of the war or any need to prove to the dark lord he was evil. He was snarky because that's who he was. The fact he became less testy behind closed doors with a certain couple didn't change the facts. The only reason he let the students pair up was he didn't want any potion accidents, and he hoped that at least that way one of them would wake the other. Besides, it reduced the probability for an explosion by fifty percents, with half the amount of bubbling cauldrons.

He walked among the sleepy students, snapping at them, making them jump and stutter in fear. Severus Snape was a proudly evil man.

At the back of the class he saw Harry and Hermione working. Actually, Hermione was brewing the potion while Harry supported her morally. Making them participate in that class was a stupid requirement of the ministry of magic. They didn't care they were apprenticing to become Potion Masters. No. All they cared about was keeping rigidly to the bloody regulations.

So usually they sat in the back and finished brewing their potions quickly and then started to work on their homework for other classes. That way they could work with him later all day without worrying over any unfinished assignment.

He saw Harry's eyes starting to close. Yesterday he had to stay awake very late because Severus had rounds to go on, and he didn't want to have any nightmare. So it happened that ten minutes before the lesson ended, Harry was fast asleep on the now-thanks to Hermione-clean desk, Hermione stroking his hair lovingly. A few minutes later he started to stir restlessly.

"Everyone out of the class! Now!" Severus barked and the entire class didn't even think twice. They hurriedly jumped out of their seats and went out. With a swish of Severus' wand all the cauldrons vanished.

By the time the last of the students have left the class Harry was tossing and turning while whimpering. Harry's eyes flew wide open as the same screams Severus heard the previous times left his mouth. He was shivering and crying and sweating, Harry looked around the room, frantically searching for Severus. When he spotted him he launched himself from the chair into his arms.

Now, that all was very similar to every rare time Severus wasn't in the same bed as him. The difference this time was that Harry couldn't stop crying. No matter how much Severus tried to calm him down he just wouldn't. Even the nuzzling didn't help at all. Hermione was at Severus' side, caressing Harry soothingly, but it seemed she couldn't pacify him either.

When Severus saw nothing was helping he carried him back to their room. Yes, it was now their room. Not his, their. They both became such an integral part of his chambers that the rooms now belonged to them as well. Harry cried harder when he felt Severus trying to lay him in bed. He only meant to try and get him out of his uncomfortable uniform, but he gave up eventually.

He placed him in bed, and used a spell to discard their clothes, leaving them both in their boxers. Hermione came to rest by his side, leaning her head on the pillow just next to his head so she'd be able to see Harry and keep telling him that it was all okay and it was just a dream.

"Stop crying Harry, please." Severus practically pleaded. It seemed like Harry was having some kind of a panic attack and he didn't know what else to do.

"You know." Hermione said after a few more minutes of unsuccessful attempts to stop him "I heard once that when someone's having a panic attack you should startle them out of it, like, slap them or something." She looked at Harry grimly.

Severus couldn't bring himself to hit him, and neither did Hermione, which was stupid, because it was for his own good. Instead, Severus did the next most startling thing he could think of. He kissed Harry. Just like that. He kissed him square on his delicious lips. He promised himself he is doing it only for Harry's sake. Yep, that's right. And then he reprimanded himself for enjoying it so much while Harry was suffering. And anyway he should stop because it didn't seem to help since Harry was still crying hysterically against his lips, which wasn't at all what Severus expected.

He secretly hoped Harry would kiss him back, hungrily, like what happened in every stupid story. It's not that he ever read those stories, but Harry used to sit some evenings, Hermione in his lap, and he would read her some muggle silly romances. And in each and every one of them wan the main character kissed its love interest he would react with passion and would say something along the lines of "Oh, Sweetie, I've been waiting for that all my life." And then they would ride to the sunset or to the bed, depending on the rating.

But Harry seemed to cry even harder, so Severus really meant to stop. He did. Pinkie swear. Instead, his traitorous tongue was sent to lick Harry's lower lip, which seemed to do the trick, because Harry stopped crying immediately and whimpered instead, which brought Severus back to reality.

He tore his mouth away from Harry's tasty one, and took a deep breath. He felt dizzy, his head was spinning, and he was pretty sure he could see stars, which was totally ridiculous. Harry was hiccupping and breathing hard from the kiss and Severus wanted to lean in and kiss him again, but then Hermione stirred next to him and he stopped, cursing himself inwardly.

Harry looked at him with wide, red eyes and then he slowly went to nuzzle him again. Then he brought his forehead to Severus' one, their nose touching, which wasn't all that difficult with the size of Severus' nose. "Please Severus." He whispered silently. "Please."

"Please what, Harry?" He asked. Honestly, what did that boy wanted from him?

"Please." He still whispered, now with desperation, his eyes begging Severus to understand. But he didn't.

"What, Harry, tell me what you want?"

"I…" He started, but Hermione's hand came to rest on Harry's cheek, and he quickly turned his head to her. Something seemed to pass between them, and Harry sighed in defeat and went back to nuzzling his neck. "Don't let me sleep when you're not with me." He finished, but Severus heard in his voice that wasn't what he wanted to say. Hermione squeezed his hand and smiled at him.

"I won't." He promised "Kissing you once was bad enough." He said dryly, terribly wanting to make Harry laugh again. He hated seeing him crying. To cope with all the things that happened in his life, Harry made it a point to be happy. He always was laughing and smiling, and Severus knew it was some kind of a mask, but at the end it seemed to help him. Seeing him so broken made Severus want to kill Voldemort all over again just for being the cause for all of Harry's nightmares.

"Was it that terrible?" Harry chuckled. Good. It worked.

"Oh yes, Potter, absolutely revolting." He answered feigning disgust.

He chuckled again, and Severus had to kick himself mentally in order to stop wanting to make his mouth his next launch. "Hermione says I'm a good kisser." He contradicted.

"Maybe she lies to you just to boost your confidence." Severus shrugged "Though why would she do that is beyond me. God knows your ego is inflated enough."

That made both Hermione and Harry giggle. "I'm sorry about that." He said lowly "It's just…up until now I always dreamt about him killing me in all kind of ways." There was no need to clarify who 'he' was. "But now he killed you. He killed you, Sev, and I couldn't… I just couldn't. I can't bear that thought. You're what keeps me sane." Funny. He was keeping Severus insane. That's just a twisted joke of faith. "You are my halo." He murmured against his neck.

"Harry, you sound like one of your bad muggle girly books." He said, but he knew Harry understood. He was just not good with the emotional stuff and Harry was aware of that.

"Whatever, Sev." Harry said and pulled himself from his tight embrace. Severus almost cried at the loss. "I'll go to someone who appreciates my kisses." He pouted and went to hover above Hermione on all fours, careful not to crush her. She looked at him with so much love and Severus allowed himself to feel sorry no one would ever look at him that way.

"Hey there, great kisser." She said, tucking the hairs that fell on his forehead behind his ears. Damn it! He wanted to do that!

"Hey yourself, gorgeous. I don't think I told you enough lately how much I love you and how much I appreciate what you do for me." He said, kissing her forehead.

"I love you too, baby." She gave him a dazzling smile, sneaking her arms around his neck and Severus wanted to die then and there. It was so unfair he had to endure that! Why was he, of all people, in love with a couple in love? The hell with it all!

"Seriously, love, you are the best. I'm sorry I'm putting you through that. I seriously don't know what an amazing woman like you does with a fucked-up, broken man like me." His lips brushed her cheek.

"Hey Mister! Don't you dare talking about my boyfriend that way! He's a strong man and he can kick your ass." She answered mischievously. "Now kiss me already you big buffoon." And he kissed her. And Severus was so jealous because he wanted to kiss her too. And he still remembered how Harry's lips felt against his. The kiss started to hit as she wrapped her legs around him and they both started to grind against each other, moaning and growling.

Damn those children! They completely forgot he was there! "No sex in my bed!" He swatted them with a pillow, and they both snickered. That was a living hell.

"Harry." Hermione said seductively. "You're sweating terribly. I think you should take a shower, babe."

"Oh, you do?" He murmured trailing kisses along her neck.

"Yes. I think you should go, like, right now." She thrust her hips upwards, and Severus could see Harry's getting more and more aroused as he groaned deeply. "I think you would need my help there, though, just so you won't miss any spot." She nibbled on her lower lip innocently. God, that was sexy. That was the most erotic thing Severus had ever seen and he was starting to feel uncomfortable in his pants. He took the duvet and covered himself with it up to his forehead. That way he could hide his bulge, and they would think he doesn't want to see them doing what they did.

"Guys, I'm serious. Not in my bed!"

"Okay, okay, we're going!" Harry said hurling Hermione up with him.

Hermione giggled again, and let him drag her to the bathroom.

"Go do something you like for a change, Sev." Harry suggested, smiling "You're always tutoring as and you never have time for yourself".

"But I like tutoring you!" Severus whined childishly. Oh god, he never whines! Nor does he ever acts childishly! What was happening to him?

"Sorry, Professor, you'll have to find something else you like doing." Hermione shook her head as if she was talking to a little boy. "Maybe read a book or something. I have to re-boost Harry's ego after you crumbled it. He needs to be reassured he's a good kisser again."

"Sorry, kid." Harry shrugged, laughing. Like Hermione, he thought it was funny to deal with him like he was a child. They were the children for Merlin's sake! Note to self, never whine in their presence. They just won't let it go. "Now mummy and I," Severus rolled his eyes at them. "Are really horny and have to go." He didn't even blush when he said it! "In the meantime, why don't you go and grab us some lunch. We'll be very hungry after our…exercise." He finished smirking.

"No. You will starve to death. Both of you. That's what you get for treating me like your baby. And for contaminating my bath." He said with a grudge.

Harry laughed again and shoved Hermione to the bathroom. Severus had to summon all his willpower as to not stay and stick his ear to the door so he'd hear them in action. It happened to him one time, but then it wasn't his fault.

They forgot to place a silencing charm and he could hear each and every word, moan, and scream. And there were plenty of those. He should have walked away when he discovered it, close his bedroom door behind him and place the strongest silencing charm he knew so he wouldn't hear the sounds that came from his en-suite. But being the stupid sad man that he was he stayed in his bed and heard everything, his hand in his boxers, relieving him from his need. How embarrassing.

Instead of tempting himself again he went straight to the great hall and ate. When he was finished he went to the kitchen and arranged with the house elves to bring some of the leftovers to the children. He could, of course, summon them to his rooms instead of walking all the way to the kitchen, but he dearly hoped that by the time he arrived the children had finished their not so juvenile deeds.

Fuck his life.

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Severus wasn't in a good mood. Quite the opposite actually. He'd been sulking around all day, and right now he was sitting on his sofa with his head in his hands.

His life had become a mess ever since Hermione and Harry moved in with him. He became an emotional wreck, but he couldn't even show it on the outside which made the situation even more difficult. He'd walked in on them pleasuring each other more times than he was comfortable with.

They seemed untameable these days, as if they were more hormonal with each passing day. Severus thought they should just have sex to relieve all this sexual tension between them, but when he suggested it to them, Hermione only shook her head and said she had to wait. For what, he didn't know, but he told them that if he walked into his room, or to the living room, or to the kitchen, or to the bathroom or to the lab or to the study or to the library just one more time and find Harry's head between Hermione's legs, he would kill them both and it would be on their dead conscience that he sat in Azkaban or being kissed by a Dementor.

Harry's only cheeky answer was that he hoped he'd liked the Dementor kiss better then he liked his, and then he proceeded in making Hermione cry out in ecstasy his face not moving an inch from where they were, which, of course, was right between her wide open thighs.

Damn it.

It was becoming harder and harder to control himself around them, and there were times he was sure he was about to jump them. Both. And to top that all, one of the SOS club members practically tried to rape him today, claiming it was part of a dare she was challenged into in their weekly SOS meetings. Weekly meetings? Those girls were lunatic.

So in his opinion, he had every right to mope once in a while. Not that he never moped, just not in their presence, and today he did just that. They, however, didn't like it one bit, so both of them came to sit on his lap, and they were clinging to his neck, annoying the hell out of him.

"Leave me alone!" He snapped at them.

"No." Harry said, his hot breath lingering on Severus' neck.

"Now!"

"Never." Stubbornly, Harry wouldn't let go.

"Why won't you go sleep in your own room for a while?" He knew he was being horrible to them, but he was beyond caring now.

"Because then Harry would wake up screaming and I have already gotten used to sleeping for the whole night." Hermione explained patiently.

"I don't care. I need peace and quiet and you kids gone." He said, knowing full well how unreasonable he was being.

"No can do, Sev. There is no way I am seeing your dead face once again." Harry looked him in the eyes, and he looked so scared that Severus felt really bad for acting like he did. But it wasn't his fault! He was pent up with so many emotions that he needed some break.

"Come to bed with us Severus." Harry pleaded.

"Maybe if you said it more seductively I would." He retorted, referring to the way what he said sounded.

"Don't be a jerk!" Harry replied, getting up from his lap.

"That wasn't a turn on at all, Potter, no wonder your girlfriend doesn't want to sleep with you." He said, but he regretted hurting Harry immediately, so he just pulled Harry back to his lap, while dodging from one of the sofa's cushions that Hermione tried to hit him with.

"I'm wounded, Severus. I really am. That wasn't very nice." He nuzzled his neck. Severus closed his eyes, sinking to the sofa's back and trying to calm down. He decided that tonight he was not going to judge himself for having those irrational feelings for the hottest couple of the wizarding world. Instead he would let himself enjoy it. He would soak in their warmth and drown himself in it. Tomorrow he could go back to hating himself, but right now Harry's lips on his neck felt so good, and Hermione's caresses of his chest were heavenly.

He knew they meant nothing by their administrations as they only saw him as a father figure, nothing more. But tonight he would imagine they wanted him in the same way he did them. So he let them sit on his lap for another hour and then drag him to their room where they put him to bed and snuggled against him. He pretended their goodnight kiss was out of love and when he closed his eyes he imagined they said, "We love you Severus". And then he was consumed by sleep.

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Poor Sev. He's so deliciously jealous…

But he got his first kiss! That's good, right?

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