Credits: The sheets are mine, poem is Mia's.
Edited: 3/23/2013
Summary: One night, Severus turns in late and finds both his beloveds fast asleep. Watching his lovers' slumbering faces, he appreciates all that made them who they are today and relives a few moments of their lives together.
Warnings: Minor AU, Mild slash, Slightly suggestive themes, Minor ooc, Flashbacks, Extreme fluff.
Characters: Harry Potter, Severus Snape, Lucius Malfoy, Draco Malfoy.
Pairings: Severus/Harry/Lucius, Sirius/Draco/Remus.
Genre: Romance, comedy, extremely mild tragedy/angst.
Rating: T
Words: 4025
Author's Note: Mia, my dear, you've gotten so much better since you started writing fan-fiction. I do believe you are growing up to be a wonderful author. Though, my love, you have made my allergy to fluff five times worse. I'm now at that stage where I feel like birthing kittens. Well, to you readers, I'd like to say this is pointless and honestly has no meaning behind it. Basically just for Mia's sentimental mood that's been going on lately. But, if there is any interest in furthering this story, I do believe we may have some ideas. It will be marked complete but we may revisit it later and add a new chapter or so. Mia has no words for this one so on with the story we go.

I'm letting you in,
but you can't back out.
It's a battle of wits
now you can't live or lie.
We're a match made in hell,
and now we roll over their graves.

Falling all over again

The lights were out and there was a very slight chill in the air suggesting that the lights had been out for a while now. Two robes already hung from the wall so that meant that the other two occupants of the house had already returned and were most likely in bed – it was after all, somewhere near two am in the morning. Two pairs of shoes stood next to the door, one significantly smaller than the other but still an adult's shoe size, in a neat little row where a third pair was then shrugged off tiredly.

Walking down the hallway, I avoided any possibly squeaky boards so as to not wake up the sleeping duet in the master bedroom. It was a late night, even for me, and I honestly wanted nothing more than to crash into bed and enter the dreamland as soon as possible. I pulled the tie from my collar as I passed the guest bathroom and the buttons of my shirt were being popped one by one as I bypassed a quiet portrait. The occupant looked at me as I passed but said nothing as I practically sleep walked towards my bed that was becoming more and more enticing with every passing second I remained atop my feet.

The door had been left open a crack for me and I nudged it open with my foot, relieved that the door hinges didn't creak as I entered. Once inside, I slid the door shut with a soft click of the lock and I discarded my clothing into the hamper then made my way towards the large bed that took up a good portion of the room. Before I could fall under the covers though, I spotted the large form made up of my lovers' bodies melting together under the top cover as they slept and couldn't help a soft – though small mind you – smile.

Long blonde hair splattered light all over the dark sheets and pillow cases behind the elder of my two beloveds. His nose was tucked into a mop of ragged black hair that could barely be seen against the black covers but I could see his eyes and they were as elegant while closed as they were dignified while he was awake. His light blonde eyelashes lay almost invisible against pale cheeks and one of his bangs dangled over his slumbering face.

Under his chin, the youngest of us had buried his face in his neck. His dark hair contrasted against his paper white skin and made the features of his face pop. The bridge of his nose was slight and gentle. Dark eyelashes curled upward from where they rest upon his cheeks that were still a soft pink in shade and the perfect bed for a kiss.

The contrast of both light and dark in the two men that lay in my bed was exquisite and how they fit perfectly in my arms was me blissfully enjoying life's simple pleasures. Lifting the soft blanket that they lay hidden under, I slipped in behind my dark haired partner and moved closer. I rested my cheek in the palm of my hand while my elbow held my head up so I could look down at their sleeping faces. They were so peaceful in slumber yet awake, they were the fiercest I knew.

Their chests heaved up and down in sync as they breathed, dark hair swished under every exhale, and the neck under his nose would shiver slightly at the tickle of his breathe brushing skin. Pulled snug together like a puzzle pieced together, they were the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. I could still remember the first night I had laid in the same bed as these two angels.

It was in a much too small bed, just after the war had ended…

I wouldn't deny that I had been worried; he had to take on one of the most powerful wizards that existed after all. It was not pleasant, being forced to wait in a hospital room while my boyfriends were still at battle. The nurses had been forced to charm me into my sheets and I was not happy, not with the hospital for my forced bed rest, not with Dumbledore for making a child fight a war all by himself, not with Voldemort for endangering both of the loves of my life, and I was not happy with myself for being forced to stay in bed when my loves could possibly be dying out there.

As much as I loved making and experimenting with potions, I did not like taking them and being in the hospital where they practically force fed me them every hour and a half was not the most pleasant place for me to wake up after being knocked out. The sun had gone down three hours before and I had yet to hear any word about my partners, and it was making me antsy and mad. No one would disagree when told I was impatient and the circumstances were some of the worst I had faced yet.

I was beyond impatient I was beyond mad, I was furious and close to panicking when the door opened and a familiar head of black hair was carried in on a stretcher with the weary face of my second lover following at a slightly uneven pace behind it. I would have torn out of the sheets myself if my mind hadn't automatically gone into body observation. The stretcher was blood free and the comfortable wave of magic was still there and steady, even if weakened and significantly quieter. He was alive and most likely going to stay that way, for now anyway. And from what I could tell from my own hospital bed, he was simply unconscious.

Cold silver eyes that I was used to looking into were instead a slackened grey, weary with exhaustion and despair. Pale blonde hair fell before the churning wells of anguish and he lumbered towards me, bearing a slight limp in his step. He tried to hide it but to my eye it was relatively evident even as he collapsed onto the bed, draping over my legs haphazardly.

My left hand threaded through his soft hair and I pulled his upper body closer to my chest, his ear pressed against my shoulder as he trembled in silence. As he calmed into stillness, I pulled him further onto the bed and moved my splinted right arm around his back, "Luce, what happened out there?"

He tensed then whispered almost silently, "Dead. The kitten will have trauma." He turned his head so he could look at the lone figure on the bed on my other side. I felt his eyelashes against my neck as he blinked and as he closed his eyes.

The nurses that were tending to the boy turned to me and canceled the spell on my bed. With a nod, she dismissed the others and quickly gave a briefing of Harry's condition before following the nurses out the door. Harry was in a coma and his magic core was overtaxed but other than that, nothing was wrong with him. They couldn't find anything wrong when they scanned his mind and there was only time left to tell.

Silently, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and pulled my saddened blonde along with me. We stepped over to the other bed with his weight leaning against my side. I waited for him to lie comfortably beside the smaller frame, holding him against his chest as if that was the end. I sat on the edge of the bed on the other side and turned towards them.

The black hair that I had once condemned had grown a good bit since the beginning and reached just below his shoulders but fanned out around his pale face like a dark halo and contrasted starkly against the white sheet that was pulled up to his chin. His cheeks were hollow and there was evidence of insomnia etched into the skin under his lower eyelids.

His lips that were usually tinted pink as he babbled with excitement were as pale as his skin and zipped shut, closing in everything for him to deal with. His entire body was motionless and slightly cool to the touch. The boy that was outgoing, brave and excitable in first year no longer existed in the boy who lay as still as stone on that bed, sandwiched between a tight sheet and the slightly hard bed cot.

Lucius had his cheek planted against the bed so his face was merely a few inches away from his hair. His eyes were drooping halfway as he watched the statue's silent face. Even though he was silent and still, I could still see – feel – the utter chaos rampaging through him. He was just as attached to the younger man – more like boy still – as I was. Flickering up to me, his eyes swirled with many emotions and I slowly lay my head down across from his so I could face him over Harry's head.

My injured arm moved over Harry's form and I took two of Lucius' fingers in mine as it was all my hand could grip while in my cast and without pain. I closed my eyes and hushed him when he was about to speak, instead murmuring, "Rest…rest before you can't."

The next night after that brought on excruciating pain and unmasked some hidden fears. With Harry in a coma and somewhat unstable, Lucius had gone into several depressive silences and when he did sleep, woke up with some heavy thoughts and sometimes nightmares. Lucius was not a very emotionally expressive man, if anything he was best described as a phoenix or a pyramid, a mystery to the history of mankind; mysterious and beautiful, he was the symbol of absolute authority and he bore the power over silence. So when he was curled against our comatose lover, almost sobbing in silence, it was heart breaking and for a while, I had only been able to watch.

And while Lucius was the phoenix, Harry was the pixie, a mischievous little myth with that undeniable pull that attracted everything in his direction. Rascal could be his official title; he's the little imp that brings far more trouble than it sometimes feels he's worth. He was almost always animated, moving or gabbing at all times of day. Because he was such a mischievous critter, the only consolation in that time was that he was still up to his trouble-making antics even in unconsciousness.

Being pulled back to the present due to a soft shiver and whine, I chuckled to myself and moved closer to the two so the heat wouldn't escape the blankets. When I was placed directly behind the smaller man, Harry shifted against me so his back was against my chest but his face was still pressed intently against Lucius' neck though a little further down so it was closer to his collar bone.

My left hand reached across him, gently brushing Lucius' hair out of his face, and I had to hold back a tired smirk at the way his nose scrunched up after being tickled by a stray hair. He'd kill me before he'd ever admit it, but he had a cute side that I knew he warred with constantly. I've seen him when we all went shopping, and just thinking about it brought an amused glint into my eyes as I remembered a few things from not too long ago.

Harry had been pushed into the Ministry as an assistant – more like training to become the next minister – and he needed a new work wardrobe because Lucius absolutely refused to let him into the office in a pair of worn muggle jeans and a shirt that had most definitely seen better days. To say the least, the blonde had all but dragged us both out – with help from his miniature clone of course…

"No, no, just no. You are absolutely not wearing that to the Ministry. If you even so dare to show up in that…" slightly pinkish lips pursed together in absolute disgust and his nose wrinkled, "I thought we had gotten rid of all that… that morbidity that looks like a two year old threw up fashion on you."

Then Lucius had added, "Harry, you are not seriously thinking about wearing that are you…?" He was definitely hesitant to ask because he happened to know our boy's horrid fashion sense. I think the matching blondes have a job on their hands.

Harry looked from one pair of eagle eyes to the other and back again then he turned to me with those ever pleading puppy eyes. Eyes, a magnificent shade of shadowed leaves, widened to roundness and then tears rimmed his lower eyelids and threatened to run like waterfalls. His soft cherry shade lower lip puffed up and out and his nose scrunched up in that specific way that made everyone cave under his stare.

Then Lucius turned to me with one light eyebrow raised into a flawlessly sophisticated arc that I knew was meant to say "What are you going to do now?" His eyes bore into mine and gave an almost sadistic glint that made me force the twitch of apprehension down. He huffed and pushed his long hair back in that slow, saucy swipe of his hand as he continued to stare at me expectantly.

The third occupant in the room and accomplice in my torture turned similar silver eyes on me though they were a stony grey and had that touch of "What you say now will determine whether you are still in one piece later." His hair was identical to his father and they could easily pass as twins if not for some more obvious age differences. Scrunching up his nose even more, he stared me down just as heavily as his carbon copy, "You also need a new wardrobe."

Proud that it took more than thirty seconds for me to crack, I gave a defeated sigh, "Let's go shopping." My hand dragged down my face in that exasperatedly slow downward movement and I looked at the almost identical snickering blondes. "I'm going to regret this so much later…"

It had taken precisely twenty minutes and thirty two seconds to get down to Daigon Alley for shopping. Trust me, I know. I was counting every agonizing second that it had taken for the blondes to manhandle us darker duo into something that was "sociably acceptable." We went through my entire closet before they decided that I might as well just wear the newest outfit I owned which was still at least two years old – at least it had less noticeable stains on it.

Then the fashion divas dove into Harry's wardrobe and there was a whole lot more stuff for them to weed through in there due to several years of receiving clothes as gifts from people. It took three minutes to find a good enough shirt to satisfy them, ten minutes to find a pair of pants that didn't clash and another minute and a half to find shoes, socks and a robe that would do the outfit justice. In all it took only five seconds to portkey to the alley and I was already drained. But I knew I had another two, three hours to go, hopefully no more than that but with a Malfoy on a shopping spree, there was no idea how long one could be dragged around going from one shop to the next.

The blondes had decided to grab additional office supplies for Harry that were more appropriate for his status so by the time we even got to the clothing part of the trip, I was already bogged down with five bags and my feet were killing me. I swore that day to never, ever, ever go shopping with a Malfoy again, much less two. One was bad enough, they contemplated and stared at everything and everyone until they found just the right thing, with two they could argue with each other and make suggestions.

When we got through the first store, the clerk was frazzled and had that faraway look in his eyes with sparkling stars floating around his head that only a Malfoy could give a man. I gave him an apologetic look as the door closed behind us but then immediately felt worse for myself. I had an additional three bags of clothes and Lucius had just mentioned there were five more stores to check out on this end of the alley.

I have never felt more terrified in my life than when two pairs of steel grey eyes turned to me and matching grins spread across both faces. If it weren't for the fact that I was weighed down, I would have ran for my life but I couldn't and so I was dragged around with Harry through several stores and finally convinced them to take a break. I sent the bags home as fast as I possibly could before joining the three at the restaurant we had decided to meet at.

After lunch, Draco got a phone call from one of his dogs and he had to rush off to save his lovers' asses before they got into more trouble. I couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped me as he left. I was just that happy that I had only one rampaging blonde to deal with now and I think I could handle that much better. Lucius definitely tore down and rewrote the definition of "Shopping spree" and I was certain I'd have to get my feet amputated.

Then we entered yet another clothing store and Lucius locked us up in another dressing room and started the dress up process again. I stepped out of my dressing room first and spotted Lucius down the aisle to the left and in the corner of the counter, looking at the little accessories and items under the glass. When he heard the door creak behind me, he spun around and marched like he was an animated suit of armor and jabbed me in the chest with another robe and all but shoved me backed into the dressing room.

Once the door was snapped shut, I shook my head in amusement. The counter he had been looking at was the one that showcased ribbons and things of the more girly nature. He really should just be himself but he was raised with the idea that he had to be the perfect aristocrat.

I always had known that Lucius had wanted a daughter to play dress up with but after Draco, he could only see Narcissa as an overbearing sister, much like I did. Lucius was a softie and it was almost amusing to watch him change from in public to being at home. If someone ever caught wind of his home life, I think the world would be utterly mortified.

Murmuring something, Lucius opened one eye groggily to look at me as I shifted slightly. The shimmer of his eye was slightly clouded by sleepiness. He nodded slightly, his nose moving about in Harry's hair and he moved so his head was a bit above Harry's. With a registering grumble, he took my hand from where it still lay against his cheek and folded his fingers with mine, "Mmmm, you're back."

With a nod, I gave a small, tired smile and gave a gentle squeeze of his hand, "Go back to sleep." I moved forward a little and placed a soft kiss on the corner of his mouth and rested my head down on the pillow so our upper bodies cocooned our smaller lover between us as our heads closed above his.

Lucius' eyes closed almost instantly and I gently smiled as he fell back into slumber. His lips parted slightly and his eyes moved behind his eyelids, but he was otherwise stationery. With the image of Lucius' face in my mind, I slowly receded into sleep.

…

The next morning, I woke first despite being the last into bed. I had reason to believe that without me to wake them up, they would be sleeping until noon or until someone else burst into the room looking for one or the other. I slipped away from the little puzzle we made and staggered from the bed towards the bathroom. Within a few moments, I was more or less ready for my day except for the fact that I was only wearing a pair of black pants and I shuffled back into the bedroom on silent feet to wake the others.

Moving over to the bed, I knelt on the edge of the bed and leaned forward on one hand then gently shook Harry's shoulder, "Harry, it's time for you to get out of bed. It's getting late, just because you don't have to go to work doesn't mean you can sleep until noon." I pulled his shoulder towards me and he easily toppled onto his back like a pile of bricks.

With a loud groan, he opened one bleary eye and gave a half assed glare in my direction that was much less effective than usual because of his mussed hair. He grumbled something unintelligent under his breath but started to sit up anyway but that plan was foiled when Lucius grabbed him around the waist and pulled him back down with a growl heavy with sleep.

Sighing with exasperation, I walked over to the other side of the bed and I quickly and sharply jostled the blonde's shoulder, "Luce, get up now. No more dilly dallying. You had a few things to do before eleven and it is nine o'clock now. You have two hours. Hop to it." I, less than gently, pulled him away from Harry and half dragged him out of bed until only his feet were still in the bed.

Lucius gave a high pitched whine before realizing that it was him who made the noise and his cheeks immediately flushed a light pink even with his eyes closed. He tried struggling to get back to the bed for a while before resigning to the fact that he was not going back to sleep and that he did have to wake up eventually. "Come on, Sev, you didn't have to wake me up like that."

Looking at Harry who was watching from the center of the bed with an amused look on his face, I rolled my eyes at his very slight nod and I maneuvered Lucius so he was seated on the bed. Leaning down, just as Harry inched his way over the sheets on his hands and knees, I pressed a kiss to his cheek and gave a slight smirk in place of a smile as he got another one on the other cheek from Harry who then had his hands on Lucius' thigh.

Moving away from Lucius, Harry looked at me and pulled me down even further by the back of my neck and planted a kiss on my lips. When he pulled away that time, Harry looked back at Lucius and haughtily grinned, "There's your morning kiss, now let's get up before you don't finish whatever you needed to get done on time."

Lucius, on the other hand, had a look on his face that said he had a very different plan of action, "It's just paperwork. It can wait until later." He grabbed my hand and half yanked, half tossed me onto the bed before overturning Harry onto his back beside me and he lay above us both, bearing a rare grin on his lips that had me wondering whether or not I should be worried for my health, "I have a very, very different idea on how to spend this morning especially since we are all off today and it is very rare to come across a day when we are all so conveniently free."