Rigidness Aside

Authors’ Notes: This is a collaboration between JenKM1216 and Alauralen. This story features two main pairings: HP/DM and HG/SS. If het offends you, please proceed with caution.

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

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 Four


“Are you bloody stupid, boy?” Severus asked. “Didn’t the scar clue you in to there being something wrong?”

“I was hexed, but it was taken care of at Saint Mungo’s. It hasn’t bothered me in years,” Harry said. His annoyance was growing. Since Snape had snapped on the dragon hide gloves, he had ridiculed Harry and twisted his aching cock around and around.

“Stupid boy,” Severus muttered again.

“I haven’t been a boy for years,” Harry said, wincing as Severus jerked on him once more.

“Stupid man then,” he said. A sneer was plastered to his face.

“Oh, that’s so much better,” Harry muttered. He yelped sharply as Severus pulled him viciously. “Stop it, man,” he yelled. “That’s enough! For the love of God! My cock can’t take anymore!”

“I was under the impression that you liked having your ‘cock’ manipulated by men,” Severus said in a condescending voice.

“By one man, and you’re not him!” Harry seethed at the older man. “I have no idea what Hermione sees in you.”

The corners of Severus’ mouth twitched as he said, “I fill her in ways no one else could.”

Harry gagged. “I could have gone all my life without hearing that,” he said.

Severus looked at him sharply for a moment before saying, “Did you come across Lucius Malfoy at the Final Battle?”

Harry was taken aback by the sudden change in subject. “Well, yes,” he said. “We had a short battle, he hexed me, and I hit him with a Blasting Curse.”

Severus stroked his chin thoughtfully. “Lucius had a favorite curse,” he said. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this sooner.” He walked away, stripping the gloves off as he went. “Pull up your pants, Potter,” he said.

Harry pulled his pants up quickly. “What didn’t you think of?” he asked, half running to catch up to Severus. “What? What didn’t you think of?”

“I need to check my notes,” Severus said in an absent-minded voice. He walked to the door separating his office from his lab.

Harry was about to ask Severus what he’d thought of again when they heard Hermione’s muffled voice say, “Is Harry the first man you’ve ever been with?”

They paused, listening.

“I think that they’re talking about us. Let’s just wait a minute before we go in there,” Harry said.

Severus nodded, and they leaned closer to the door.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Hermione and Draco made themselves comfortable on the sofa after Hermione ordered tea from Dobby. They talked for a while about work and then about their school days.

“So,” Hermione said, trying to decide how to phrase the question she wanted to ask. They had just begun getting along, and she didn’t want to offend Draco. “Can I ask you a question? I don’t want to pry, but I’m curious about something.”

“Yes?” Draco asked with a knowing, falsely-innocent smile.

“Is Harry the first man you’ve ever been with? I always thought that you and Pansy were together in school. I’d assumed that you’d get married,” Hermione said in a curiosity-filled voice.

Draco snorted derisively. “I was never really with that simpering, social ladder-climbing bitch. I couldn’t stand her, but I also wasn’t ready to come out of the closet, either. She was my public front, and the stupid chit didn’t even know it. She thought I was just being proper.

“I was actually sleeping with Blaise Zabini,” Draco said grinning. “It was really an inside joke between Blaise and myself—how everyone thought I was screwing Pansy, but I was really screwing Blaise,” Draco said, looking nostalgic. “We actually caught Crabbe and Goyle in a very compromising position once while looking for a place to snog. The idiots had remembered the Silencing Charm, but forgot to ward the door to the broom closet they were in. I was impressed that they could even perform a Silencing Charm. Maybe they didn’t know how to put up a ward…” Draco trailed off as Hermione glared at him.

“Perhaps they didn’t think that someone would burst in on them for no good reason,” Hermione said, her cheeks blushing angrily. “I did always wonder about those two though.”

“Oh, that’s right… I forgot. Sorry,” Draco said with a smirk. “Yes, they were lovers. Anyway,” Draco said, moving the conversation back onto topic, “the first time we were together, we had no idea what we were doing. We ended up just giving each other hand jobs since we knew how to do that.” He winked and added, “Lots of practice already with that, you know.”

Draco thought back to that first time. They had both been seventeen—of age by wizarding standards. It was close to the end of their sixth year. Draco had led Blaise to the Room of Requirement. It furnished itself as a beautiful bedroom with a large fireplace and a bed done in Slytherin colors.

Their mouths had met in a passionate kiss, tongues meeting hotly. They had been snogging for months and had quite a bit of unresolved sexual tension. Draco pushed Blaise back against a wall and ground his erection against the taller boy’s upper thigh. He could feel Blaise’s hardness pressing on his stomach.

Sliding his hand between them, Draco began to tentatively caress the hardness through Blaise’s pants. Blaise groaned and arched his hips against Draco’s hand, letting Draco know that he liked what he was doing. They moved apart, quickly undressing themselves and then stood there awkwardly together, naked as the day that they were born, unsure of what to do next.

“If we are going to do this, you can’t tell anyone. If my father finds out about my being gay, he’ll be furious,” Draco said, shuddering slightly. “All that business of providing the next Malfoy heir.”

“I won’t tell if you don’t. I don’t fancy ending up like one of my mother’s husbands,” Blaise replied in a humorless, hollow voice.

Having come to this agreement, they both relaxed a bit and moved to the bed. They lay down on their sides facing each other. Beginning by experimentally touching each other, they were soon locked in a kiss as they each stroked the other. They thrust their hips in time to the hands that caressed each aching erection.

Draco remembered how beautiful Blaise had looked as he came close to climaxing. He arched wildly into Draco’s hand, his hard abs rippling. He had moaned loudly, spurting his seed all over Draco’s hand and his own dark, flawless skin as he continued moaning and panting.

Watching Blaise’s orgasm triggered his own climax, and Draco cried out in pleasure. He felt the most intense sensations rolling over every nerve in his body, and he felt truly alive for the first time in his life. Doing it himself had never felt as good as Blaise’s hand had that day and for many days, even years, that came after.

“You know, we still slept together after we broke up,” Draco said after a pause in the conversation. “I had just left Blaise when I saw Harry at the pub and went to bury the hatchet, so to speak. Two days later, I told Blaise that I had met someone special and that I wouldn’t be seeing him anymore. The rest you know.”

Draco looked at Hermione unabashedly. “Now it’s your turn to satisfy my curiosity,” he said. “I know that you conspired with Harry to get Ron in bed with both of you, but did you and Harry ever sleep together?” Harry had told Draco that he had only ever slept with Ron and never with just Hermione. Draco couldn’t help but be curious as to whether Harry had been completely honest with him.

“No, Harry and I never slept together. I mean, we all shared a bed, and we did share Ron at the same time,” Hermione said, blushing hotly, “but we never did anything together. "He wasn’t interested, and I wasn’t looking for anything but a way to get my mind off of the war. When we were all together in that room, the rest of the world just melted away. There was no war, no fear, just the three of us.

“And it wasn’t all about sex, either, although that was amazing. We talked about everything but the war. We remembered happier days. That was one of the best times of my entire life,” Hermione said with tears in her eyes as she remembered their last night together….

Hermione had gotten home around six in the evening. She heard noises coming from the bedroom they all shared. She made her way to the room and stood gaping at the magnificent sight before her. Harry had Ron on all fours, with one arm wrapped around his friend’s body, grasping and stroking Ron’s cock, as he pounded into Ron relentlessly from behind. They were grunting and groaning and talking dirty to each other. They both glistened with sweat and were so intent on each other that neither of them noticed Hermione.

She became instantly wet and stood there for a moment, just watching. Then she quickly stripped naked and walked over to the bed. She slapped Harry lightly on the arse, pondering just how to get in on the action. Figuring it out, she moved to kiss Ron passionately. She lay down on the bed on her back and scooted under Ron. Once she was beneath him, she began to suck his cock while Harry moved his hand up to Ron’s waist for better control. Ron moved his mouth down between Hermione’s spread legs and began to lick her clit. She moaned around his cock, sucking him back into her throat. Ron came a few minutes later, lifting his head as he called out to both Hermione and to Harry.

Once he had expelled the last of his seed down her throat, he resumed his ministrations on her until she came less than a minute later. Hermione screamed out as she came, clawing at Ron’s lower back as ecstasy ran through her. As she came down from her high, she heard Harry calling out obscenities as he released himself into Ron.

The boys managed not to crush her as they all changed positions. They spent the rest of the night talking about their glory days at Hogwarts. The Final Battle had happened the next day, and Hermione’s entire world had changed forever.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Bugger this, I can’t hear a bloody thing,” Severus said, irritability lacing his voice.

He opened the door a crack and cast an Amplifying Charm on the other room.

“I can hear them. Maybe you’re just getting old,” Harry said, grinning with amusement.

Severus swelled with indignation, opening his mouth to give the Boy Wonder a scathing retort.

“I was actually sleeping with Blaise Zabini,” they heard Draco say.

Harry held up his hand to stop the Potion master’s tirade. “Hold on. Listen.”

In spite of himself, Severus once again leaned closer to the door.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Harry was bright red when Hermione’s and Draco’s conversation came to an end. Severus had turned around and was glaring darkly at him.

Brushing past Severus, Harry banged opened the door, causing both Hermione and Draco to jump.

“What’s the prognosis, love?” Draco asked, standing and reaching out a hand to Harry.

“I can’t believe you were still screwing Blaise right up until we met in the bar,” he said.

Draco’s hand dropped to his side, the smile that had lit his face upon seeing Harry disappearing.

“Harry, calm down,” Hermione said.

“No,” Harry yelled. “I want to know why you never told me everything.”

Severus watched Harry and Draco begin arguing while Hermione tried to mediate.

Slipping unnoticed back into the lab, he picked up a potion-filled vial for Harry, pouring in the final touch. He returned to his office where Harry and Draco were still arguing. Hermione stood helplessly to one side, watching them in dismay.

“You’re a man-whore,” Harry screamed at Draco.

The argument ended suddenly as Draco stared at Harry. “I wasn’t the one fucking a man who was fucking a woman at the same time,” he said.

The anger on Harry’s face disappeared immediately. “Draco, I’m sorry. I—”

Draco held up his hand. “Just don’t.”

Severus took advantage of the silence to approach Harry. “Drink this,” he said.

Harry had apparently forgotten that Severus had said he needed to study his notes and took the vial from him. He drank it down in one swallow as Severus smirked gleefully.