Rigidness Aside

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!

Beta: Special thanks to the wonderful Notsosaintly for her hard work on this fic! You rock, girl!

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.

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Rigidness Aside

Chapter Two


Severus sat in the chair with a look of anger on his face. How dare that little git threaten him or Hermione? Just as he was about to explode, the little git opened his mouth again, stunning him back into silence.

“We seem to be having some trouble in the bedroom,” Draco said.

“We? You said we are having bedroom trouble,” Severus said faintly, the look of anger now mixed with shock.

“Very good, Severus,” Draco said smiling widely. “Now, let’s talk about what you can do for Harry and me.”

Severus saw out of the corner of his eye that Hermione did not seem surprised by Draco’s statement. It dawned on him that she must have already known about it. It was time to show Draco how a true Slytherin worked. “Really, Draco, would you be willing to destroy your lover’s best friend, who has obviously been keeping this secret since the beginning of your relationship?” Turning to Harry, he said, “Would you allow Draco to do that to your best friend? How would you feel, knowing that the only reason I helped you was because your lover threatened her?”

Draco seemed unmoved, but Harry paled. Severus smirked, knowing that he had struck a nerve. Draco would never stay in Harry’s good graces handling things in such a bullying manner.

“Draco,” Harry began quietly. “You wouldn’t do that to Hermione, would you? She’s my best friend. I wouldn’t want to see her hurt. I love her. I don’t think that this is worth her reputation and her career.”

“But, Harry,” Draco whined. Severus knew from years of dealing with Draco that whining was one of his tactics to get what he wanted. “How is our relationship going to last if I can’t pleasure you? I only want to make you as happy as possible.” If Severus wasn’t so sickened by the contemptible performance, he might have clapped as Draco forced several fat tears from his eyes.

Harry stood up and dropped to his knees in front of Draco. “Please, don’t cry. Just being with you and holding you in my arms makes me happy. Pleasuring you brings me pleasure as well, love.”

Draco leaned forward and captured Harry’s lips in his own as Severus gagged. “That’s enough. You two are enough to make Lockhart look like a man. Get up. I will supply you with a dose of a new potion I have been working on if you promise to get out immediately. Am I correct in assuming from your sickening exchange of words that you can’t seem to get it up, Potter?” Severus looked down his nose at Potter, forcing himself not to hex the two simpering men.

Harry’s face turned red as Draco answered, “Harry has been having some performance problems, yes.”

“Well, come with me then, Potter,” Severus snapped. “I am looking forward to seeing your departing back as soon as possible.”

Harry shot Draco a look that clearly said he wouldn’t do this for just anyone, as he followed Severus into the lab. Draco chuckled as the door swung closed. “Well, well, Hermione,” he began.

“Don’t you even start with me, Malfoy,” she snapped. “How dare you threaten my career simply to help Harry get it up?”

“Oh, come on, darling,” he cajoled. “You could easily earn your Potions mistress license tonight if I had been willing to go through with it. We both know that you could have gotten it long ago.”

Hermione sniffed. “And don’t you forget it, Ferret-face.”

Draco’s smiled faded a bit. “Well, you don’t have to insult me.”

“What goes around comes around,” she said crisply.

“Hermione,” Draco said, rising from his chair and walking to stand in front of her. “Please, let’s just call a truce. We both love Harry, and it would mean the world to him if we could just get past our differences. When I annoy you, you can just remember slapping me and Moody turning me into a ferret. Just like if you annoy me, I will be remembering the Densaugeo Curse.” He extended his hand to her.

Hermione eye’s narrowed. “If it weren’t for Harry, I would cast that curse on you right now, and then we’d see how long you would continue laughing,” she said, shaking his hand and sealing their truce.

~*~ ~*~ ~~*

“What can I do to help?” Harry asked as he followed Severus into the laboratory.

“Your assistance with the potion is not required,” Severus said. “What I need from you is a semen sample.”

Severus nearly laughed at the embarrassed look on Potter’s face. “But, sir,” he began. “If I am unable to… um… I can’t.”

“That is what magic is for, Potter,” Severus said sweetly. “Now, get in the closet and draw a sample.”

He chuckled softly once the door was closed. It was not going to be possible for Harry to extract a sample without a fully functioning member. He wondered how long Harry was going to try before admitting that he couldn’t do it. Severus finished the potion in a short amount of time and sat down to read through his research notes again as he waited.

After an hour, he finally resolved to go get Potter when Harry appeared. “Well?” he asked.

“I-I-I… I couldn’t get one,” Harry finally admitted.

“Did you actually think you would be able to?” Severus asked snidely, smirking widely.

Harry’s face turned bright red, but he said nothing, simply turning on his heel and heading for the office.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Hermione decided that Draco wasn’t so bad after all. He had a good sense of humor, if one could get past his arrogance. For Harry, Hermione had pressed on and was finally getting to see what it was about Malfoy that Harry cared for so much. He was sweet in his own way, and it was obvious that he loved Harry very much.

“I don’t know why I feel so uncomfortable about making our relationship public. I guess I’m just afraid of making Harry look bad by choosing to be with a reformed Death Eater,” Draco said quietly.

“I understand your reservations. Did Harry ever tell you about our relationship with Ron before he died?” Hermione asked. At Draco’s nod, she continued. “We never made our relationship public knowledge because of the… extreme nature of it. We all loved each other very much, but Harry and I both shagging Ron at the same time really wouldn’t have gone over well.”

Draco started to reply, but they were interrupted by Harry clearing his throat. He stood next to a very irate-looking Severus.

“Severus, Harry, you’ve finished the potion already?” Hermione said quickly, praying that Severus had not heard her last statement. She had never told him about the unusual relationship she had been involved in, only telling him there had been one other man before him.

“Obviously,” he snapped. Apparently, he had heard. She groaned inwardly as Draco rose and joined Harry.

“Well, we really must be going,” Draco said. “Thanks so much for your help, Severus. I can’t tell you how much this means to us. We—”

“Do not go on with that thought,” Severus interrupted. “Now get out.”

“Right,” Draco said smiling. “Have a nice evening, Severus, Hermione.”

Harry hugged Hermione and said quietly, “I love you, Hermione. And as long as you’re happy, it’s okay with me.”

“I am happy, Harry. And I love you, too.”

They hugged tightly a moment more before Harry let her go and followed Draco out the door.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

As soon as Harry and Draco returned home, Harry pulled the potion from his pocket.

“Take it now,” Draco urged, lust and need glimmering in his gray eyes.

“I am still not so sure about this, Draco,” Harry said reluctantly, apprehension written all over his handsome features.

With a growl of impatience, Draco pulled his body flush with his lover’s, capturing his mouth in a passionate, possessive kiss. He groaned wantonly, grinding his body against Harry’s, as his cock began to harden.

Breaking the kiss, Draco huskily asked, “Don’t you want my mouth on you? Don’t you want to fuck me? I know I can’t wait to taste you and feel you fill me.”

Draco looked deep into Harry’s passion-darkened eyes, silently willing him to take the potion. Draco stepped back as Harry nodded wordlessly, seemingly unable to speak in his aroused state, his green eyes locked on Draco’s gray ones. He opened the potion vial and quickly gulped down the contents.

Draco moved back into his arms, sliding his left hand through Harry’s hair while his right began to unbutton his lover’s robes. Their mouths came together in a crushing kiss, tongues both fighting for dominance. This was something that had always been a part of their relationship—at least in the bedroom. The Slytherin wanted to dominate the Gryffindor, but Harry’s pride would not allow it. Not for a little while anyway.
Draco made short work of Harry’s robes and broke the kiss to pull off his shirt. His hot, wet mouth kissed a trail across Harry’s collarbone to his ear, where he gently nipped and sucked the earlobe, making Harry shiver in pleasure. Grinning cockily, Draco began to move down Harry’s body to his nipples, flicking his tongue across each in turn before biting gently and laving it soothingly.

By the time he made his way to Harry’s jeans, Harry was so overcome with lust that all he could do was moan encouragingly to the blond man kneeling before him. Draco quickly removed Harry’s shoes, socks, jeans, and boxers and sat back on his legs to look over the perfection that was The-Boy-Who-Loved-Him. Faint scars crossed the once smooth texture of his skin—relics from all his years fighting Death Eaters. He had a small smattering of dark hair across his chest that tickled Draco’s nose whenever he played with his nipples. The hair formed a line down Harry’s body to his usually large, hard cock. The only problem was that Harry’s erection was still non-existent.

Draco looked up at Harry questioningly.

“I think I feel the potion starting to work. I should be hard for you in a few minutes,” Harry panted out. The sight of Draco’s hungry eyes devouring him had done more to turn Harry on than anything else so far. Harry wasn’t sure if it was just Draco or the potion, but he had never been filed with such lust, and he couldn’t wait to slide himself into Draco’s tight, hot arse.

Harry watched as his lover reached out a hand to cup Harry’s balls, massaging them gently. Gasping and groaning, Harry thrust his hips forward and Draco took the hint, wrapping his wet, hot mouth around the still limp cock. Draco worked his magic with his tongue and with the suction of his mouth, but after fifteen minutes, it was clear that, although the potion had succeeded in making Harry lust-crazed, it did nothing to give him an erection.

“Oh, gods, I bet that greasy bastard is in his dungeons fucking the shit out of Hermione and having a nice laugh to himself.” Harry moaned as another wave of lust hit him hard. “I should never have trusted that slimy Slytherin. He hates me way too much to help me, even for your sake.”

“Harry, I don’t think Severus would do this to you on purpose,” Draco said soothingly, deciding to ignore the Slytherin comment due to Harry’s current state.

“Take off your clothes, Draco, now,” Harry commanded.

“W-What?” Draco asked, confused.

“I have to do something. I am going to give you head like you have never had it before,” Harry said with lust-crazed eyes. “Bedroom! Now!” shouted Harry as Draco continued to kneel before him in shock.

Draco jumped to his feet, moving to obey the command, especially when he had been promised such wonderful sexual gratification. Besides, he secretly liked it when Harry took charge in the bedroom and rode him hard. Harry knew how to fuck a man, and he was almost as good at giving blowjobs, so who was Draco to argue?

Draco had barely made it through the doorway to the bedroom when he felt air on bare skin. Harry had cast the spell to remove his clothing. Turning around, he saw Harry stalking toward him hungrily.

Harry’s mouth urgently found Draco’s, sliding his tongue into the recesses of his mouth as his hand found Draco’s cock. Pleasure shot through Draco as Harry stroked him, making him weak-kneed.

They made their way to the bed, still snogging and with Harry still caressing Draco. Making it to the bed, the lust-driven Boy-Who-Lived released Draco and pushed him onto it. Draco moved to the middle of the bed. Harry climbed over him, brushing their lips together briefly before licking the shell of Draco’s ear, making him groan.

Harry moved to suckle at the place where Draco’s shoulder and neck met, eliciting another moan as Draco squirmed on the bed.

Harry seemed to be in a hurry to get to Draco’s aching member because he barely paid attention to his nipples before kissing and nipping and licking his way down Draco’s muscular stomach to his huge erection.

Harry’s lust urged him on, and he quickly deep-throated the whole of Draco’s cock. Humming and applying a good deal of suction, Harry slid up and down the cock. He began to fondle Draco’s balls as Draco ran his hands through Harry’s already unruly hair, forcing him to go faster.

Harry suddenly released Draco and looked up at him with desperation. “Fuck me, Draco. Fuck me, please. I need to feel you moving deep inside me,” pleaded Harry.

Draco felt a twinge of pity for his poor lover. After all, it had been his idea to go see Severus. Usually Draco was the one to get it from behind from Harry, but he had no problem fucking the hell out of him, especially after he begged so hotly.

“Get on all fours, love. I don’t know if it will help you, but I’ll do anything I can to help ease what you’re going through.”

Harry quickly got onto his hands and knees. Draco fetched his wand long enough to cast a lubrication spell on Harry’s arse as well as on his own cock.

Draco slid two fingers into Harry, preparing him for his invasion. After a few finger thrusts, Draco positioned his cock at Harry’s entrance. He began to slowly slide in, feeling the tightness of Harry’s body surround him in a cocoon of pleasure. Suddenly, Harry thrust back violently, impaling himself on Draco while both cried out in pleasure.

“Fuck my arse, Draco. Fuck it hard!”

Draco took hold of Harry’s hips and began to viciously pound into his backdoor. Harry’s tight body felt so good, Draco knew he would not last long.

Harry felt Draco slide into him, the pleasure growing from his lover’s invasion. Harry was so overcome with desire; he needed to get off now. After begging Draco to fuck him harder, Harry began to stroke his limp cock, but to no avail; it still wouldn’t come up. Not that he stopped trying to get it up. He tried like hell until he heard and felt Draco cum, hot semen spilling deep into his body.

“Oh, Harry,” Draco said breathlessly as he collapsed on the bed, “that was so good.”

“I still can’t get off, and if I don’t soon, I think I may loose my mind. I think he gave me a lust potion, not a Viagra potion,” Harry said angrily, still stroking his uncooperative member.

“He wouldn’t do that to you. Maybe the potion just needs to be tweaked a bit,” Draco suggested.

“Well, I am not going back there again! He will just have found some new torture for me by now!”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

As the door shut, Severus immediately cast a Silencing Charm. “Shagging Ron at the same time?” he spat.

“Severus, I—-”

“Don’t Severus me,” he said harshly, cutting her off. “Weasley was the other man? Three years of an apprenticeship and three months of a sexual relationship, and you never once feel it necessary to mention your relationship with him?”

“Severus,” Hermione began desperately.

“No! You and Potter were with him at the same time?” His pale face turned red as he looked at her in disgust.

“I didn’t tell you about it because I knew you wouldn’t understand,” Hermione said quickly, before he could cut her off again. “I wasn’t in love with Ron like I am with you.” She stopped talking as the declaration of love spewed forth.

“What?” Severus asked in surprise. “You love me?”

Unable to decide whether he was pleased or not, she took a deep breath and said, “Yes, I love you. I have loved you for nearly two years.” Her voice dropped low. “That’s why I have stayed on as your apprentice, I think. If I was to get my mastery, I would never see you again.”

Her eyes were glued to the floor. She was too embarrassed to look Severus in the eye, not knowing how he would react to the confession that she had only just realized to be the truth. Finally, she risked meeting his eyes. His expression was unreadable, and she was terrified that he was going to end things.

“Do you know,” he began, “that I have only ever had one other apprentice?” Hermione shook her head, and he continued. “A young woman named Helena. She was very bright, but could never hope to compare to your intelligence. She gained her mastery in two years under my tutelage. I was relieved to see her go, being a private man.”

He paused, giving Hermione time to wonder why he was talking about a former apprentice. What did she have to do with this—unless he had been involved with her, too? Hermione started to make a nasty comment when Severus began speaking again.

“You could have easily gained your mastery in only one year. You are the most intelligent woman I have ever met. Yet, here you are three years later, still doing labor for me. A good master would have forced you to leave by now. I find myself faced with the fact that I simply don’t want to see you go.” He fell silent, obviously uncomfortable with his long speech.

Hermione swallowed the nasty comment that she had started to utter. She looked at the man before her, who had only ever wanted freedom from others for the whole of his life. He had admitted to wanting her—to wanting her to stay with him. The sudden love that welled up nearly overwhelmed her as she forced back tears. No matter how much he might care for her, he would not like to see her cry.

“Severus,” she said, voice thick with emotion. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Then don’t say anything, you silly girl,” Severus whispered, taking her into his arms and kissing her softly. “Just close your mouth for once.”

He led her to his quarters and took her into his bedroom. She followed in a daze, not even seeing him lowering and raising the wards around his quarters. He undressed her reverently before laying her back on his bed gently. After swiftly undressing, he positioned himself over her whispering, “Hermione.”

She moaned as he plunged in quickly and immediately began thrusting as hard as he could. She lifted her hips, meeting him thrust for thrust, as they panted and groaned. Severus withdrew and flipped her on her hands and knees, thrusting in again swiftly. He rode her hard, holding her head back by her hair. He learned early on that she enjoyed a bit of roughness at times. Judging by her wetness and animalistic grunts, she was thoroughly enjoying this. A sudden surge of wetness and a tightening of her vaginal walls as she climaxed brought him over the edge. He thrust into her wildly through her orgasm, spilling himself within her depths when she was finished. He groaned as he collapsed at her side, pulling her close.

“I’ll just get my clothes,” she whispered as his breathing deepened.

“No, stay, love,” he muttered, arms tightening around her.

“All night?” she asked.

He had never asked her to stay the night before, always preferring for her to retreat to her rooms to maintain appearances. This time, it was different. This time, he had finally admitted to himself and to her that he never wanted her to leave. “All night,” he answered as he buried his face in her curls.