Rigidness Aside
Summary: Harry Potter would do anything to never have to ask Snape for help. Draco, however, is not so proud when it comes to his lover not being able to get it up. They find out about Hermione's relationship with Severus the hard way! HG/SS, HP/DM
Chapter One, Chapter Two
Author's Notes: This is a collaboration between JenKM1216 and Alauralen. This story features two main pairings: HP/DM and HG/SS. If slash offends you, please proceed with caution. This is our first time writing slash, so let us know how you like it!
This story is a continuation of JenKM1216's one-shot, In the Name of Research. This story starts three months into that story, but can stand alone.
Warning: HBP Spoilers ahead.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. We are simply borrowing her characters and adding our own plot. We are not making any money from writing this story.
Rigidness Aside
Chapter One
Hermione drank the glass of water that Severus handed to her in one deep gulp. They had been working on the potions for Madam Pomfrey’s supply list, and Hermione was burning up in her heavy robes. She wanted to take them off, but Severus insisted that it was unprofessional for her to remove them. She had been resistant to leaving them on and had learned the hard way that, although she was involved sexually with her master, he was a stickler for rules.
She wiped the sweat from her brow as she removed the robes at long last. Their work was done, and she could finally relax. She stood in front of the Muggle fan she had charmed and sighed in relief as the cool air swept over her body. Severus walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“What’s wrong, Severus?” she asked in concern. Since their first time together, he had never shown her physical affection in the labs.
“Why would anything be wrong?” he asked smoothly as his supple fingers massaged her shoulders.
Hermione’s mouth opened to answer, but she stopped short as a wave of warmth spread between her thighs. Her eyes narrowed as lust shot through her. Turning around, she confronted her lover. “You made a female variation of that Viagra potion, didn’t you?”
Severus frowned. “You know I dislike it when you refer to it as the Viagra potion. It sounds so… Muggle.”
“You bloody Slytherin,” she spat as the lust grew stronger. “I don’t have performance problems. This could have ill effects.”
“My dear Hermione,” he said silkily. “You have been uninterested in sex for three weeks. I would call that a performance problem.”
“No, that is just called being tired because my employer overworks me,” Hermione snapped. “If you think you are getting any out of this, you are sadly mistaken.”
“I highly doubt you can keep your hands off me for much longer,” Severus whispered, licking her ear delicately.
Hermione set her jaw stubbornly. “Just you watch,” she retorted.
“Care to make a wager?” Severus asked deviously. “If you hold out, for say… an hour, because you won’t hold out forever, I will do any one thing you ask of me. If you succumb to me before then, you will do any one thing I ask of you.”
“Done,” Hermione snapped without thinking. As Severus smiled broadly, she groaned. She had failed to set any rules. Her sneaky Slytherin was free to employ any tactics to win the bet. “Oh, hell,” she muttered.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
Draco sat back on his bare legs and looked down at Harry’s flaccid cock. In spite of his best efforts, he had not been able to give Harry an erection in quite some time. Draco met the eyes of his lover and wondered whether or not Harry had been cheating on him. Of course, the thought was really preposterous. He was a Malfoy, well-endowed and schooled in all carnal skills. His father had made sure of that. What, then, could be Harry’s problem?
“I’m sorry, Draco. I don’t know what’s wrong. I want to fuck you so bad. Your mouth on me feels so good, but I just can’t get it up.” Harry growled in frustration. He put a hand through his unruly hair in the characteristic way that Draco had grown to love.
“So, I’m right in thinking that you are not cheating on me?” Draco asked, wanting to hear the answer, despite the fact that he had just tried to refute the thought in his own mind.
Harry quickly sat up and moved to put his arms around the beautiful blond man. “No, I love you, Draco. I would never cheat on you. You are the only man for me,” Harry told him reassuringly as he stroked Draco’s hair.
Draco pulled back and kissed him passionately, sliding his tongue into the recesses of Harry’s mouth. Their tongues dueled fiercely for a few moments before Harry pulled away with a frustrated groan. He looked down at his limp cock and said, “Why won’t you work? We both know that you want to!”
Draco smirked as Harry argued with his uncooperative member. Draco began going over their options in his head. If it was truly a physical problem, then they could go to St. Mungo’s. However, that thought made him uncomfortable. He loved Harry with his whole body and soul, but he was not quite ready to shout about their relationship. He was not sure how well received it would be that The-Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was living with, and in love with, a former Death Eater. Sure, he had been cleared, mostly due to Harry and the deceased Dumbledore’s testimonies, but people still looked at him as though he were evil.
After Severus Snape had gotten him away from Hogwarts the night that he had killed Dumbledore, Severus had told him that the whole scene had been orchestrated. Dumbledore had known about the vow that Snape had made to Draco’s mother, and the headmaster had refused to let Draco be tainted in that way. The old wizard had believed that, in spite of his upbringing, Draco was not evil and did not necessarily believe the prejudice that he felt forced to voice.
His godfather had taken a huge risk in telling Draco that he had killed Dumbledore, not on the Dark Lord’s orders, but on the headmaster’s orders. He told Draco that he felt sure that somewhere the old man would have documented these orders, and that once The-Boy-Who-Annoyed had finally been able to defeat the Dark Lord, he would be pardoned. He wanted Draco to turn to the Light also. After how much Dumbledore had offered to help the Malfoy family, Draco felt that he had to do something, anything, to make sure that the monster his father served was brought down.
Severus. He could go to Severus for help. He looked at Harry, who was still trying to coax his cock into performing, knowing that it was not going to be easy to get Harry to swallow his pride and ask the Potions master for help.
“Harry, I have an idea, but you are not going to like it,” Draco said in warning.
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After nearly an hour, Hermione was ready to throw Severus on the nearest table and have her way with him. She had been working on extra potions to keep her mind off him.
Severus, on the other hand, had been doing whatever he could to keep her attention focused on him. He had removed his robes and massaged her shoulders. When that did not bring on the desired effect, he had smoothed her hair to one side, kissing and licking her neck and ear until she had destroyed the Pepper-Up potion she had been working on. Still, she had stubbornly ignored him. So, he had tried ignoring her.
Deciding to begin inventory on his stock, he left Hermione to her simmering cauldrons. Time ticked away, and Severus grew impatient, not wanting to lose the bet. He had been wanting to try anal sex with Hermione, but she had been dead-set against it. He smiled as he decided to up the ante.
Re-entering the lab, he approached her and said softly, “You want me and you know it. I can see your chest heaving.” His voice was his greatest tool, and he intended to use it to his full advantage. “I can see your nipples through your clothes,” he whispered. “Just like the cherries on top of a sundae.” He slipped one hand inside her shirt and found that she had removed her bra. “Hermione, you little vixen,” he said, flicking his wand at the door and casting a Silencing Charm.
He made swift work of her clothes and laid her on the table staring hungrily at the naked body before him. It had been far too long. He stripped down, watching her heaving with want and lust as she simultaneously glared at him in anger.
As he positioned herself over her, she said, “I win.”
Severus stopped and considered the time. It was one minute past his mark. He growled angrily and thrust inside her, eliciting a long low moan. He would have to get her to accede to the new position in another way. “I don’t care,” he gasped, unable to think of anything other than her tight pussy at that moment.
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A row and an hour later, Harry said with trepidation, “Draco, I don’t know about this. Snape hates me. He’s hated me since our first year. Imagine the field day he is going to have when he finds out I’m gay.”
“Well, Severus is the only one who can help us out and be counted on to be discreet. I’ll ask him for a personal favor. I am his godson. He won’t want to make me look bad,” Draco said. “At least I hope not.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open, and Draco couldn’t help but laugh. As they rounded the corner in the dungeons of Hogwarts, they fell quiet. Harry’s breathing grew heavier, and Draco grabbed his hand, stroking the back of it gently with his thumb. This seemed to calm Harry, and he leaned over and placed a small kiss on Harry’s lips.
“Everything will be fine, Harry. I promise you.” Draco squeezed Harry’s hand reassuringly. He was sure Severus would be able to help them. If he could only convince him to do it in spite of the fact that it was Harry he would be helping.
They paused before the door to Severus’ labs, and Harry smiled weakly at Draco as he reached out and rapped on the door. They waited for a few moments before Harry shrugged and knocked harder.
When there was still no answer, Draco whispered, “Do you think something might be wrong? They still haven’t caught all the Death Eaters. Maybe someone has managed to get into Hogwarts and to Severus.”
“I don’t know,” Harry said. “But I think we should check on him. It’s not like him to ignore someone at his door disturbing his work.”
Draco nodded and they both drew their wands. Reaching for the door handle, Draco turned it, and it swung open silently. The lights were dim, which immediately seemed strange to them. They exchanged worried glances and entered the lab cautiously, ready for anything. Or so they thought. What they encountered was most certainly not expected, nor were they ready for it.
“Yes, Severus, oh, God, yes.” Hermione Granger’s moans suddenly rang out as they stepped through the door. “Yeah, just like that! You know how I like it! Fuck me with that big cock!”
Severus’ bare arse was tight as he slammed in and out of the naked woman. Her breasts bounced up and down with each enthusiastic thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Hermione,” Severus groaned as his pace picked up.
Harry stared at the scene before him in shock. Memories assaulted him as Hermione’s nails dragged down Snape’s back.…
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
“Come on, Harry,” Hermione said impatiently. “Take off your clothes already. Ron won’t start until you are ready, and I’m horny!”
Harry chuckled at Hermione’s put-out expression. Ever since the two of them had learned that Ron was bisexual, they had schemed together to get him in bed. Harry had admitted to being gay after his disastrous relationship with Ginny Weasley. When Ron finally admitted his interest in both men and women, it was only because Harry and Hermione had caught him looking at the latest issue of Playwitch. And he had only admitted it to them, adamantly refusing to tell anyone else.
They were sharing a flat near Grimmauld Place as they worked with the Order to destroy Voldemort and, two days earlier, Harry and Hermione’s quest to get Ron into bed with them had begun. While Hermione had slept with Ron when they were dating, she had not been with anyone since. She felt comfortable enough with the two of them to be able to have her way with Ron while Harry did the same. Ron and Hermione had both come to the realization a long time ago that they made better friends than lovers, which was why she was so certain Ron would be a more than willing third party. It had all started when Harry and Hermione had decided that they needed something to take their minds off the dangerous and stressful situation, and poor Ron hadn’t stood a chance. It took them all of three days to work him into such a frenzy of lust that he was nearly speaking gibberish when they laid him on the bed.
Their first tactic had been the “accidental” sighting of Hermione nude when she forgot her towel and ran from the shower to her room, thinking no one was home.
Their second tactic was Ron walking in on Harry, who was furiously stroking his erection. Hermione had asked Ron to get something from Harry’s room. She had sworn to Ron that she hadn’t realized that Harry was home.
Their third and final tactic was rather blatant. Ron announced he was going to get a shower and started the water before going to get his clothing from his room. Harry and Hermione ran as fast as they could when he disappeared in his room. They stripped their clothes off quickly and jumped under the hot water. When Ron flung open the curtain, he found Harry and Hermione soaping each other up. The open shock on his face deepened as they drew him into the shower and washed him thoroughly while whispering their obscene fantasies in his ears.
He was barely able to speak as they toweled him off and led him to his room. When he lay back on the bed, Harry immediately began fondling Ron’s balls while Hermione sucked his nipples. Gibberish was the only thing coming from Ron’s mouth as Harry sucked the hard length of Ron’s erection into his mouth. Hermione effectively shut him up when she began sucking his tongue and rubbing her clit.
When Ron began shuddering, Harry let go of Ron’s cock with a pop.
“Get on your hands and knees, Hermione,” he urged. She positioned herself as he had instructed, and Harry helped Ron onto his knees. “Fuck her, Ron. Look at her, she’s dripping wet.” Harry swiped at Hermione’s slit and raised his covered fingers to Ron’s mouth. Ron licked them clean and moaned when Harry began sucking his ear lobe. “Take her, Ron. Look how much she wants you.”
Ron’s eyes locked onto Hermione’s upturned arse as Harry guided his erection into her waiting body. Hermione and Ron both cried out in pleasure as he slid in to the hilt. Harry lapped at Ron’s backdoor before thrusting his finger in. He added a second as Ron pinched Hermione’s nipples. Finally, Harry withdrew his fingers and guided his aching erection to Ron’s body. He shuddered as he slid slowly into Ron. When he was buried completely, Ron began moving inside of Hermione for the first time. Harry rode Ron, and Ron rode Hermione. It was as if the three of them were one. Hermione was getting what she desired, as was Harry. Ron had never considered having both before. He had only ever thought of one at a time.
As the pace increased, Hermione was the first to succumb to ecstasy. She screamed as she came, thrusting against Ron as hard as she could. Ron could not take the tightening of her pussy around him and, coupled with the pleasure of Harry’s deep, hard thrusting into his body, came a moment later. He continued to thrust within her after he was spent while Harry continued to frantically fuck him behind before climaxing a few moments later. They collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled, and all sated. They slept that night, and every night after, together in Ron’s room. Though Ron wouldn’t have minded if Harry and Hermione had engaged each other when he wasn’t around, they never did. Hermione was uninterested in Harry, and Harry was strictly gay.
Mere months later, Ron sacrificed himself in the Final Battle when he saved not only the thrice-hexed Harry, but a bleeding Hermione. He threw himself in front of them as they lay next to each other on the battlefield, managing to block a pair of Killing Curses with his body as Harry struggled to his knees. Hatred, anger, and grief propelled Harry to his feet, giving him the power to destroy Voldemort.
Harry and Hermione clung to one another as they grieved, but drifted part in the following years after she accepted an apprenticeship with the pardoned Severus Snape. Harry railed against it, angry that she would consider working with Dumbledore’s murderer. Hermione calmly reminded him of the Pensieve that was found in Dumbledore’s office after the demise of Voldemort that held the conversation where Dumbledore had ordered Snape to kill him, reminding him of the two unbreakable vows Snape had taken: the one to Dumbledore to obey him no matter the order, and the one to Narcissa to protect Draco. Harry finally relented, and Hermione moved out.
He took to drinking in Muggle pubs to take his mind off things. This was where he happened across Draco Malfoy, who had also been pardoned, thanks to Harry’s testimony that Draco had been unable to carry out the order to kill Dumbledore. Draco was drowning himself in drink after losing his entire family in the Final Battle. They began a friendship, and Harry contacted Hermione after a few months to let her know he was moving out of the flat they had shared with Ron. She had obviously been expecting it when he began speaking of Draco Malfoy in their owl correspondences because she said nothing other than to wish him happiness with Draco. He left it unasked that she keep his budding relationship with Draco a secret, knowing that she would never tell anyone until Harry and Draco announced it first.
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And now, three years later, he found himself staring at Snape’s pale arse as he slammed into his best friend’s pussy. This was a day for surprises.
“God, Hermione! I’m going to come inside your tight, hot pussy. Fuck, yeah,” Snape moaned as he let himself go. Hermione screamed her pleasure as Severus thrust through his spurts and collapsed onto her sweaty body. As they lay shuddering in each other’s arms, Harry heard Snape say softly, “My Hermione, my life. Never leave me.”
Hermione’s whispered response was heard clearly by Draco and Harry. “Never, my love. Never.”
Draco smirked at Harry, and Harry knew that his lover had a plan in mind. Draco cleared his throat. “Ahem.”
Hermione and Snape jumped in shock, and, taking pity on them, Draco Accioed a blanket and tossed it over their naked bodies.
“Get the bloody fuck out, now!” Snape bellowed. Harry and Draco retreated as fast as they could.
Fifteen minutes later, Draco and Harry were seated in Snape’s office in the most uncomfortable chairs they had ever sat in.
“You transfigured these chairs to make them uncomfortable, didn’t you, Severus?” Draco demanded.
Severus leaned back in his chair and smirked. Hermione sat in the chair next to him, seemingly trying to fade into the wall. Harry kept glancing over at her, his face still pale with shock. Draco smirked back at Severus.
“Tell you what, Severus,” Draco said, leaning forward in his chair. “You do me a favor, and I won’t let it slip that you and Hermione became involved before she earned her mastery.” He sat back again, growling in discomfort. Standing, he transfigured his chair into an easy chair. Before he sat down, he transfigured Harry’s chair, as well. “Now,” he continued. “As we well know, it would ruin her as a reputable Potions mistress. I mean, who would trust a woman who may have only been awarded her mastery because she sucked a good cock?”
Severus’ face had stiffened when Draco made the comment about letting his knowledge slip. When Draco quipped about Hermione being seen as not much more than a whore, he seemed about to explode. His normally pale face took on a reddish hue. Seeing the imminent disaster, Draco hurried to continue.
“But, we needn’t bring up such unpleasantness. Harry and I are here for your help.”
Severus remained silent, and though he displayed no outward signs of a struggle, Harry knew he was fighting to remain calm. “And just want is it that you and Harry need?” He spat Harry’s name like an insult.
Deciding to overlook his attempts to fluster Harry, Draco said, “We seem to be having some trouble in the bedroom.”
The look on Severus’ face was priceless. He had started to say something before he had fully assimilated what Draco had said. His mouth parted, and his eyes widened slightly. For Severus, this was a shocked look. “We? You said we are having bedroom trouble,” Severus said faintly.
“Very good, Severus,” Draco said smiling widely, enjoying having rendered the dour Potions master speechless. “Now, let’s talk about what you can do for Harry and me.”
Chapter One, Chapter Two
Chapter One, Chapter Two
Author's Notes: This is a collaboration between JenKM1216 and Alauralen. This story features two main pairings: HP/DM and HG/SS. If slash offends you, please proceed with caution. This is our first time writing slash, so let us know how you like it!
This story is a continuation of JenKM1216's one-shot, In the Name of Research. This story starts three months into that story, but can stand alone.
Warning: HBP Spoilers ahead.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K. Rowling. We are simply borrowing her characters and adding our own plot. We are not making any money from writing this story.
Rigidness Aside
Chapter One
Hermione drank the glass of water that Severus handed to her in one deep gulp. They had been working on the potions for Madam Pomfrey’s supply list, and Hermione was burning up in her heavy robes. She wanted to take them off, but Severus insisted that it was unprofessional for her to remove them. She had been resistant to leaving them on and had learned the hard way that, although she was involved sexually with her master, he was a stickler for rules.
She wiped the sweat from her brow as she removed the robes at long last. Their work was done, and she could finally relax. She stood in front of the Muggle fan she had charmed and sighed in relief as the cool air swept over her body. Severus walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders.
“What’s wrong, Severus?” she asked in concern. Since their first time together, he had never shown her physical affection in the labs.
“Why would anything be wrong?” he asked smoothly as his supple fingers massaged her shoulders.
Hermione’s mouth opened to answer, but she stopped short as a wave of warmth spread between her thighs. Her eyes narrowed as lust shot through her. Turning around, she confronted her lover. “You made a female variation of that Viagra potion, didn’t you?”
Severus frowned. “You know I dislike it when you refer to it as the Viagra potion. It sounds so… Muggle.”
“You bloody Slytherin,” she spat as the lust grew stronger. “I don’t have performance problems. This could have ill effects.”
“My dear Hermione,” he said silkily. “You have been uninterested in sex for three weeks. I would call that a performance problem.”
“No, that is just called being tired because my employer overworks me,” Hermione snapped. “If you think you are getting any out of this, you are sadly mistaken.”
“I highly doubt you can keep your hands off me for much longer,” Severus whispered, licking her ear delicately.
Hermione set her jaw stubbornly. “Just you watch,” she retorted.
“Care to make a wager?” Severus asked deviously. “If you hold out, for say… an hour, because you won’t hold out forever, I will do any one thing you ask of me. If you succumb to me before then, you will do any one thing I ask of you.”
“Done,” Hermione snapped without thinking. As Severus smiled broadly, she groaned. She had failed to set any rules. Her sneaky Slytherin was free to employ any tactics to win the bet. “Oh, hell,” she muttered.
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Draco sat back on his bare legs and looked down at Harry’s flaccid cock. In spite of his best efforts, he had not been able to give Harry an erection in quite some time. Draco met the eyes of his lover and wondered whether or not Harry had been cheating on him. Of course, the thought was really preposterous. He was a Malfoy, well-endowed and schooled in all carnal skills. His father had made sure of that. What, then, could be Harry’s problem?
“I’m sorry, Draco. I don’t know what’s wrong. I want to fuck you so bad. Your mouth on me feels so good, but I just can’t get it up.” Harry growled in frustration. He put a hand through his unruly hair in the characteristic way that Draco had grown to love.
“So, I’m right in thinking that you are not cheating on me?” Draco asked, wanting to hear the answer, despite the fact that he had just tried to refute the thought in his own mind.
Harry quickly sat up and moved to put his arms around the beautiful blond man. “No, I love you, Draco. I would never cheat on you. You are the only man for me,” Harry told him reassuringly as he stroked Draco’s hair.
Draco pulled back and kissed him passionately, sliding his tongue into the recesses of Harry’s mouth. Their tongues dueled fiercely for a few moments before Harry pulled away with a frustrated groan. He looked down at his limp cock and said, “Why won’t you work? We both know that you want to!”
Draco smirked as Harry argued with his uncooperative member. Draco began going over their options in his head. If it was truly a physical problem, then they could go to St. Mungo’s. However, that thought made him uncomfortable. He loved Harry with his whole body and soul, but he was not quite ready to shout about their relationship. He was not sure how well received it would be that The-Boy-Who-Defeated-He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was living with, and in love with, a former Death Eater. Sure, he had been cleared, mostly due to Harry and the deceased Dumbledore’s testimonies, but people still looked at him as though he were evil.
After Severus Snape had gotten him away from Hogwarts the night that he had killed Dumbledore, Severus had told him that the whole scene had been orchestrated. Dumbledore had known about the vow that Snape had made to Draco’s mother, and the headmaster had refused to let Draco be tainted in that way. The old wizard had believed that, in spite of his upbringing, Draco was not evil and did not necessarily believe the prejudice that he felt forced to voice.
His godfather had taken a huge risk in telling Draco that he had killed Dumbledore, not on the Dark Lord’s orders, but on the headmaster’s orders. He told Draco that he felt sure that somewhere the old man would have documented these orders, and that once The-Boy-Who-Annoyed had finally been able to defeat the Dark Lord, he would be pardoned. He wanted Draco to turn to the Light also. After how much Dumbledore had offered to help the Malfoy family, Draco felt that he had to do something, anything, to make sure that the monster his father served was brought down.
Severus. He could go to Severus for help. He looked at Harry, who was still trying to coax his cock into performing, knowing that it was not going to be easy to get Harry to swallow his pride and ask the Potions master for help.
“Harry, I have an idea, but you are not going to like it,” Draco said in warning.
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After nearly an hour, Hermione was ready to throw Severus on the nearest table and have her way with him. She had been working on extra potions to keep her mind off him.
Severus, on the other hand, had been doing whatever he could to keep her attention focused on him. He had removed his robes and massaged her shoulders. When that did not bring on the desired effect, he had smoothed her hair to one side, kissing and licking her neck and ear until she had destroyed the Pepper-Up potion she had been working on. Still, she had stubbornly ignored him. So, he had tried ignoring her.
Deciding to begin inventory on his stock, he left Hermione to her simmering cauldrons. Time ticked away, and Severus grew impatient, not wanting to lose the bet. He had been wanting to try anal sex with Hermione, but she had been dead-set against it. He smiled as he decided to up the ante.
Re-entering the lab, he approached her and said softly, “You want me and you know it. I can see your chest heaving.” His voice was his greatest tool, and he intended to use it to his full advantage. “I can see your nipples through your clothes,” he whispered. “Just like the cherries on top of a sundae.” He slipped one hand inside her shirt and found that she had removed her bra. “Hermione, you little vixen,” he said, flicking his wand at the door and casting a Silencing Charm.
He made swift work of her clothes and laid her on the table staring hungrily at the naked body before him. It had been far too long. He stripped down, watching her heaving with want and lust as she simultaneously glared at him in anger.
As he positioned herself over her, she said, “I win.”
Severus stopped and considered the time. It was one minute past his mark. He growled angrily and thrust inside her, eliciting a long low moan. He would have to get her to accede to the new position in another way. “I don’t care,” he gasped, unable to think of anything other than her tight pussy at that moment.
~*~ ~*~ ~*~
A row and an hour later, Harry said with trepidation, “Draco, I don’t know about this. Snape hates me. He’s hated me since our first year. Imagine the field day he is going to have when he finds out I’m gay.”
“Well, Severus is the only one who can help us out and be counted on to be discreet. I’ll ask him for a personal favor. I am his godson. He won’t want to make me look bad,” Draco said. “At least I hope not.”
Harry’s mouth dropped open, and Draco couldn’t help but laugh. As they rounded the corner in the dungeons of Hogwarts, they fell quiet. Harry’s breathing grew heavier, and Draco grabbed his hand, stroking the back of it gently with his thumb. This seemed to calm Harry, and he leaned over and placed a small kiss on Harry’s lips.
“Everything will be fine, Harry. I promise you.” Draco squeezed Harry’s hand reassuringly. He was sure Severus would be able to help them. If he could only convince him to do it in spite of the fact that it was Harry he would be helping.
They paused before the door to Severus’ labs, and Harry smiled weakly at Draco as he reached out and rapped on the door. They waited for a few moments before Harry shrugged and knocked harder.
When there was still no answer, Draco whispered, “Do you think something might be wrong? They still haven’t caught all the Death Eaters. Maybe someone has managed to get into Hogwarts and to Severus.”
“I don’t know,” Harry said. “But I think we should check on him. It’s not like him to ignore someone at his door disturbing his work.”
Draco nodded and they both drew their wands. Reaching for the door handle, Draco turned it, and it swung open silently. The lights were dim, which immediately seemed strange to them. They exchanged worried glances and entered the lab cautiously, ready for anything. Or so they thought. What they encountered was most certainly not expected, nor were they ready for it.
“Yes, Severus, oh, God, yes.” Hermione Granger’s moans suddenly rang out as they stepped through the door. “Yeah, just like that! You know how I like it! Fuck me with that big cock!”
Severus’ bare arse was tight as he slammed in and out of the naked woman. Her breasts bounced up and down with each enthusiastic thrust.
“Oh, fuck, Hermione,” Severus groaned as his pace picked up.
Harry stared at the scene before him in shock. Memories assaulted him as Hermione’s nails dragged down Snape’s back.…
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“Come on, Harry,” Hermione said impatiently. “Take off your clothes already. Ron won’t start until you are ready, and I’m horny!”
Harry chuckled at Hermione’s put-out expression. Ever since the two of them had learned that Ron was bisexual, they had schemed together to get him in bed. Harry had admitted to being gay after his disastrous relationship with Ginny Weasley. When Ron finally admitted his interest in both men and women, it was only because Harry and Hermione had caught him looking at the latest issue of Playwitch. And he had only admitted it to them, adamantly refusing to tell anyone else.
They were sharing a flat near Grimmauld Place as they worked with the Order to destroy Voldemort and, two days earlier, Harry and Hermione’s quest to get Ron into bed with them had begun. While Hermione had slept with Ron when they were dating, she had not been with anyone since. She felt comfortable enough with the two of them to be able to have her way with Ron while Harry did the same. Ron and Hermione had both come to the realization a long time ago that they made better friends than lovers, which was why she was so certain Ron would be a more than willing third party. It had all started when Harry and Hermione had decided that they needed something to take their minds off the dangerous and stressful situation, and poor Ron hadn’t stood a chance. It took them all of three days to work him into such a frenzy of lust that he was nearly speaking gibberish when they laid him on the bed.
Their first tactic had been the “accidental” sighting of Hermione nude when she forgot her towel and ran from the shower to her room, thinking no one was home.
Their second tactic was Ron walking in on Harry, who was furiously stroking his erection. Hermione had asked Ron to get something from Harry’s room. She had sworn to Ron that she hadn’t realized that Harry was home.
Their third and final tactic was rather blatant. Ron announced he was going to get a shower and started the water before going to get his clothing from his room. Harry and Hermione ran as fast as they could when he disappeared in his room. They stripped their clothes off quickly and jumped under the hot water. When Ron flung open the curtain, he found Harry and Hermione soaping each other up. The open shock on his face deepened as they drew him into the shower and washed him thoroughly while whispering their obscene fantasies in his ears.
He was barely able to speak as they toweled him off and led him to his room. When he lay back on the bed, Harry immediately began fondling Ron’s balls while Hermione sucked his nipples. Gibberish was the only thing coming from Ron’s mouth as Harry sucked the hard length of Ron’s erection into his mouth. Hermione effectively shut him up when she began sucking his tongue and rubbing her clit.
When Ron began shuddering, Harry let go of Ron’s cock with a pop.
“Get on your hands and knees, Hermione,” he urged. She positioned herself as he had instructed, and Harry helped Ron onto his knees. “Fuck her, Ron. Look at her, she’s dripping wet.” Harry swiped at Hermione’s slit and raised his covered fingers to Ron’s mouth. Ron licked them clean and moaned when Harry began sucking his ear lobe. “Take her, Ron. Look how much she wants you.”
Ron’s eyes locked onto Hermione’s upturned arse as Harry guided his erection into her waiting body. Hermione and Ron both cried out in pleasure as he slid in to the hilt. Harry lapped at Ron’s backdoor before thrusting his finger in. He added a second as Ron pinched Hermione’s nipples. Finally, Harry withdrew his fingers and guided his aching erection to Ron’s body. He shuddered as he slid slowly into Ron. When he was buried completely, Ron began moving inside of Hermione for the first time. Harry rode Ron, and Ron rode Hermione. It was as if the three of them were one. Hermione was getting what she desired, as was Harry. Ron had never considered having both before. He had only ever thought of one at a time.
As the pace increased, Hermione was the first to succumb to ecstasy. She screamed as she came, thrusting against Ron as hard as she could. Ron could not take the tightening of her pussy around him and, coupled with the pleasure of Harry’s deep, hard thrusting into his body, came a moment later. He continued to thrust within her after he was spent while Harry continued to frantically fuck him behind before climaxing a few moments later. They collapsed onto the bed, limbs tangled, and all sated. They slept that night, and every night after, together in Ron’s room. Though Ron wouldn’t have minded if Harry and Hermione had engaged each other when he wasn’t around, they never did. Hermione was uninterested in Harry, and Harry was strictly gay.
Mere months later, Ron sacrificed himself in the Final Battle when he saved not only the thrice-hexed Harry, but a bleeding Hermione. He threw himself in front of them as they lay next to each other on the battlefield, managing to block a pair of Killing Curses with his body as Harry struggled to his knees. Hatred, anger, and grief propelled Harry to his feet, giving him the power to destroy Voldemort.
Harry and Hermione clung to one another as they grieved, but drifted part in the following years after she accepted an apprenticeship with the pardoned Severus Snape. Harry railed against it, angry that she would consider working with Dumbledore’s murderer. Hermione calmly reminded him of the Pensieve that was found in Dumbledore’s office after the demise of Voldemort that held the conversation where Dumbledore had ordered Snape to kill him, reminding him of the two unbreakable vows Snape had taken: the one to Dumbledore to obey him no matter the order, and the one to Narcissa to protect Draco. Harry finally relented, and Hermione moved out.
He took to drinking in Muggle pubs to take his mind off things. This was where he happened across Draco Malfoy, who had also been pardoned, thanks to Harry’s testimony that Draco had been unable to carry out the order to kill Dumbledore. Draco was drowning himself in drink after losing his entire family in the Final Battle. They began a friendship, and Harry contacted Hermione after a few months to let her know he was moving out of the flat they had shared with Ron. She had obviously been expecting it when he began speaking of Draco Malfoy in their owl correspondences because she said nothing other than to wish him happiness with Draco. He left it unasked that she keep his budding relationship with Draco a secret, knowing that she would never tell anyone until Harry and Draco announced it first.
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And now, three years later, he found himself staring at Snape’s pale arse as he slammed into his best friend’s pussy. This was a day for surprises.
“God, Hermione! I’m going to come inside your tight, hot pussy. Fuck, yeah,” Snape moaned as he let himself go. Hermione screamed her pleasure as Severus thrust through his spurts and collapsed onto her sweaty body. As they lay shuddering in each other’s arms, Harry heard Snape say softly, “My Hermione, my life. Never leave me.”
Hermione’s whispered response was heard clearly by Draco and Harry. “Never, my love. Never.”
Draco smirked at Harry, and Harry knew that his lover had a plan in mind. Draco cleared his throat. “Ahem.”
Hermione and Snape jumped in shock, and, taking pity on them, Draco Accioed a blanket and tossed it over their naked bodies.
“Get the bloody fuck out, now!” Snape bellowed. Harry and Draco retreated as fast as they could.
Fifteen minutes later, Draco and Harry were seated in Snape’s office in the most uncomfortable chairs they had ever sat in.
“You transfigured these chairs to make them uncomfortable, didn’t you, Severus?” Draco demanded.
Severus leaned back in his chair and smirked. Hermione sat in the chair next to him, seemingly trying to fade into the wall. Harry kept glancing over at her, his face still pale with shock. Draco smirked back at Severus.
“Tell you what, Severus,” Draco said, leaning forward in his chair. “You do me a favor, and I won’t let it slip that you and Hermione became involved before she earned her mastery.” He sat back again, growling in discomfort. Standing, he transfigured his chair into an easy chair. Before he sat down, he transfigured Harry’s chair, as well. “Now,” he continued. “As we well know, it would ruin her as a reputable Potions mistress. I mean, who would trust a woman who may have only been awarded her mastery because she sucked a good cock?”
Severus’ face had stiffened when Draco made the comment about letting his knowledge slip. When Draco quipped about Hermione being seen as not much more than a whore, he seemed about to explode. His normally pale face took on a reddish hue. Seeing the imminent disaster, Draco hurried to continue.
“But, we needn’t bring up such unpleasantness. Harry and I are here for your help.”
Severus remained silent, and though he displayed no outward signs of a struggle, Harry knew he was fighting to remain calm. “And just want is it that you and Harry need?” He spat Harry’s name like an insult.
Deciding to overlook his attempts to fluster Harry, Draco said, “We seem to be having some trouble in the bedroom.”
The look on Severus’ face was priceless. He had started to say something before he had fully assimilated what Draco had said. His mouth parted, and his eyes widened slightly. For Severus, this was a shocked look. “We? You said we are having bedroom trouble,” Severus said faintly.
“Very good, Severus,” Draco said smiling widely, enjoying having rendered the dour Potions master speechless. “Now, let’s talk about what you can do for Harry and me.”
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