Title: Adventures in Muggle Dentistry (Part Two)
Author: sdk
Characters/Pairings: Severus/Hermione, Harry/Draco, Harry/Hermione
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: Daily Deviant's Birthday Celebration
Other Warnings: hand jobs, blow jobs, fingering, voyeurism, potential dub-con
Word Count: ~1200 words
Summary/Description: When Severus seeks out a Muggle dentist to help with his aching tooth, he gets more than he bargained for.
Author's Notes: When torino10154 and I looked at the header art, it seemed while everyone else was busy having sex, Severus was stuck in a dentist's waiting room, waiting to have his teeth extracted. Thus this cracky idea was born. And since it had become tradition for us to collaborate, we wrote this together. Thanks to train_tracks and roozetter for the beta.

Read Part One First (Or else this won't make a lick of sense. ;) )



"How are you feeling, Mr Snape?" a voice said from what seemed like very far away.

Severus opened his eyes and blinked until a masked face came into focus.

"Doing all right?" the man said.

"Glyah," he replied, though he couldn't move his mouth at all. The man apparently took that as permission, because he put a pair of goggles on over his eyes and Severus slipped away again.

Severus' world twisted and he was plopped unceremoniously into a dimly lit corridor—what he assumed was Hogwarts once his vision cleared. His boots clacked on the stone floors as his feet carried him down the hall, but the echoes were soon drowned out by the sounds of a scuffle.

"Is that all you've got, Potter?" Draco sneered. Potter had Draco pushed against a wall, one hand twisted in Draco's fine blond hair.

Fifty points from Gryffindor for mauling a fellow student, Severus tried to say, but the words were stuck in his throat, unmovable. And then he caught sight of Potter's other hand; mauling wasn't quite the correct description.

Both of their robes were torn open, their trousers as well, and Potter's fist was wrapped sloppily around both of their cocks as their hips bucked together in an uneven rhythm. Potter ducked his head and scraped his teeth along Draco's neck.

Severus' cock pulsed.

"Just getting started," Potter grunted into Draco's neck. After one last nip, he sank to his knees.

Potter darted his tongue out, swiping lightly across Draco's swollen, flushed cockhead.

"Oh-" Draco said, voice clinched, like the sound was pulled from him without his consent. He raked his fingers through Potter's rat's nest and Potter grinned.

"You like that?"

"Just shut it and suck my cock," Draco snapped, and Severus privately agreed as he eyed Draco's erection bobbing up and down in front of Potter's mouth. His own mouth was watering.

Severus watched, transfixed, as Potter's lips wrapped around the head and slowly drew the shaft inside. Draco began to rock his hips forward, but Potter grabbed his thighs and pushed them back against the wall.

Potter slid off Draco's cock with a soft 'pop'. "Stay," he said as Draco struggled against Potter's seemingly ironclad grip.

"Stop teasing then, wanker," Draco spat.

"You really want me to stop teasing. You're certain?" Potter said. Draco practically growled in response, winding his fingers into Potter's hair tighter.

"I'll take that as a yes," Potter murmured, a smirk briefly fluttering over his lips. And then he opened his mouth wide and swallowed all of Draco whole.

Draco made a nearly inhuman sound, and Severus' eyes were glued to where Potter's mouth was stuffed full of Draco's cock. Saliva dripped down Potter's chin and his eyes were watering and yet he remained still, chin brushing against Draco's balls.

Severus' whole body was wound-up tight, and he ached to pull his own cock out and touch it—stroke it—shove it inside Potter's mouth next, but he was struck still, frozen in place. Finally Potter pulled back, and his chest heaved as he caught his breath.

"Fuck, Potter," Draco muttered. "Bloody fucking, fuck--"

And then Potter did it again.

Hogwarts faded, taking Potter and Malfoy with it under a blanket of fog. Severus tried to claw his way back to consciousness, but a new image formed and pulled him straight into the middle of it.

He arrived in a kitchen and it took a moment for Severus to recognise his surroundings. Grimmauld Place he thought glumly. If he had to watch that mongrel dog and the werewolf, he was certain to be sick. Though it would take care of his persistent erection, especially since each time he thought he was nearing completion, his mind would torture him with a new scenario.

Not that you haven't enjoyed yourself, a pesky inner-voice chimed in. It sounded disturbingly like Miss Granger.

Severus heard a tinkling of laughter, pulling him from his thoughts. The kitchen door burst open, and there was the woman herself, dashing into the room. She wore only an oversized white t-shirt showing off her shapely long legs. Her nipples were hard, poking through the soft cotton.

Unfortunately Potter followed directly after. He grabbed her around the middle and pushed her up atop the kitchen table. He nudged her knees apart and stepped in the space between them, and her giggles turned into a soft moan as his hands coasted around her hips and pushed her thin t-shirt up.

She wasn't wearing anything beneath.

"I thought you were going to make me breakfast," she said. Her teasing, breathless tone made Severus' insides twist.

"I am," Potter exhaled, dragging his lips along the line of her jaw. She closed her eyes, tipped her head back, and Potter licked down the column of her neck. "I'm making you my breakfast."

Severus' groan over the insipid pun echoed Granger's own, only hers was one of want—of desire. Potter pushed her shirt up further and Severus got a glimpse of the curve of her breast before Potter's hands covered them both, massaging her inexpertly. She seemed to enjoy the experience despite his lack of technique, or so her breathy moans indicated, and she gasped when he dipped down and took a single rosy-red nipple between his lips. He sucked on her, flicked his tongue over the tip, then scraped his teeth across the tightened nub.

"Oh Harry," she mewed, arching her back. Her voice sent shivers down Severus spine. He was so hard, it was bordering on painful.

One of Potter's hands slipped between her legs; Severus couldn't see what he was doing, but he could guess with the way her hips began to undulate, grinding against him.

"You're so ready for me," he rasped. Severus snorted under his breath. Potter knew nothing about properly pleasing a woman, especially not one of Miss Granger's caliber.

But still, when Potter pulled back to shove his boxers down around his knees, his thick full cock springing free and curving up towards his stomach, Severus' own erection throbbed in anticipation. Her legs spread wider, shirt falling back to her hips, and Severus had the overwhelming desire to yank Potter out of the way and take his place.

She grabbed his cock and rubbed herself with it teasingly, her eyes fluttering closed...

And Severus' eyes snapped open.

~*~

Severus came back to himself in a flash. The breathing apparatus was gone and his mouth was free of foreign objects, though he still felt swollen and numb and had the horrifying suspicion that he was drooling on himself.

His arousal, though, hadn't abated in the slightest.

"Back with us, Sir?" came a voice outside his field of vision. He would know that voice anywhere.

Miss Granger stepped up to his side, her bushy hair framing her face like a strange halo as she looked down on him. Her eyes raked over his form, lingering on the tenting of his trousers.

Severus narrowed his eyes.

"You—" he tried to say, only it came out as if he still had cotton stuck in his mouth. A hint of wickedness tainted her smile, and he knew then his suspicions were correct.

His arousal only grew with the knowledge.

She licked her lips. "Need a hand, Professor?"

Perhaps he shouldn't dismiss Miss Granger's advances after all.