I feel a little like I'm on repeat but sorry again for taking so long to update. This chapter is a little short, but it felt right to end it here. I haven't yet decided whether there will be one or two more chapters. I'm thinking one, but it'll be a pretty long one. It'll probably be posted in about two weeks.

Warning: sexual content

Chapter 8-Happiness Disrupted

They're robes were laying across the floor, half sitting in Severus' chair, Lucius' shirt half unbuttoned, Severus' trousers open, and Lucius had no idea how they'd even gotten there. He could feel Severus' hand in his hair, pulling hard enough that it was starting to hurt. Lucius wondered if he was actually aware that he was doing it or not.

Lucius sprawled between Severus' knees, lowering his head and ignoring the way Severus' grip tightened in his hair as he nuzzled against Severus' pants. They were both already hard, and Lucius knew they should have drawn this out, slow and passionate like they were really making love, but neither of them were good at that.

He twisted his finger under the waistband of Severus' pants, yanking down just enough so Severus' cock was exposed to the air and stared. It had been too long since they'd done this. Before Severus, Lucius hadn't really gone down on other people. It wasn't that he didn't like it, but there had been something about kneeling down at someone else's feet, their cock in his mouth like he was only there for their pleasure.

He ran his tongue along the underside of Severus' cock, watching the way Severus bit his lip, his stomach muscles tightening. Somehow, it had never felt demeaning when he'd done this for Severus. He pressed his tongue against the underside of the head, wrapping his mouth and sucking gently. He listened as Severus groaned over him. It had only ever felt reverent.

Wrapping his hand around Severus' base, he worked more into his mouth. He could feel the head resting just at the back of his tongue, enough that he wasn't choking while still making it good for Severus. He didn't like deepthroating, and Severus had never complained when he'd refused. Severus didn't sound like he was about to complain now as he muttered something above him, his hand clenching against the arm of the chair. Lucius ran his tongue along the underside of his cock as he sucked again.

Lucius squeezed the base of Severus cock, shifting it in his mouth for a better angle against his tongue, and suddenly the hand in his hair tightened, pulling hard enough that Severus' cock was falling out of his mouth, slapping against Severus' stomach. He glared up at Severus, who's eyes were dark, pupils blown, and it took Lucius a second too long to realize exactly what was about to happen.

Severus moved faster than he'd been expecting him to, lunging at Lucius in a way that had the chair toppling over with a bang, their legs wrapped together, Lucius shirt slipping down his shoulder, and then Severus settling on top of him with a muffled gasp. And Lucius groaned as Severus lined their hips together, his cock still out.

"What are you-?" he started, but Severus had already lowered his head, his dirty hair falling around his face and sweat clinging to his lips. He lapped into Lucius mouth, biting at his tongue with fire and lust and love. Lucius arched up into him, his hands clutching at Severus' shoulders hard enough that it had to hurt.

When Severus broke away from him, they were both panting, Severus' breath fanning across his face as he mouthed at Lucius' cheek, his jaw, his collarbone. His other hand lowered down, fumbling with Lucius' trousers and pants and taking entirely too long to get them off. He lifted his hips, shoving them down and turning his head away when Severus almost hit him in the eye with his forehead. Then they were pressing themselves together again. Severus was completely naked while Lucius still had on his white shirt. He moved his hands to the buttons, but Severus grabbed his wrists, pressing them against the floor.

"Leave it," he said, and Lucius had never been a blusher. He'd never been someone who would stutter and color when he was complimented or talked dirty to, but the way Severus said it, his voice low and demanding had Lucius shuddering before he could stop himself, his face heating up and his eyes cast toward the ceiling.

Severus lowered himself down, wrapping his mouth around the very end of Lucius' cock as his fingers circled around his balls. Lucius swallowed, feeling his body tense as Severus dipped his fingers lower, brushing against his entrance. Severus didn't stop; he just swallowed, lowering himself down further on Lucius cock as he pressed one finger into Lucius. He already had lube on his fingers, and it was embarrassing enough that Lucius didn't know when he'd summoned it, he didn't need the way he tensed further around Severus, his hands tightening around his shoulder as if he really thought Severus was going to hurt him.

"Lucius," Severus said, and it took Lucius a beat too long to realize he'd stopped, his head raising. "Have you never bottomed before?"

"I've never…" he cleared his throat, his eyes skirting Severus'. "I've never been with anyone who…" he trailed off, but Severus seemed to understand what he was getting at.

"You want to now?" Severus asked. Like Lucius was some child he needed to monitor for his own good.

"I would have stopped you if I didn't," he answered, and Severus's lips curved, his eyes softening as he bent to kiss Lucius again, his fingers returning to his anus and pushing two in. Lucius flinched at the way it burned, the uncomfortable pressure and pain in his arse, but Severus was already stroking his cock with his other hand, his tongue in his mouth, and Lucius was relaxing before he knew what he was doing.

Severus scissored his fingers apart before pressing them deeper, brushing against what must have been Lucius' prostate if the way pleasure shot up his spine was anything to go by. Severus let his hand push down against his cock, up, down, jerking him off even as he added another finger, the lube sliding along his arse in way that should have been disgusting. Lucius groaned into Severus' mouth, pressing his mouth up as Severus touched his prostate again.

"Now," Lucius said, digging his fingers into Severus' shoulders hard enough that he hoped he got the message, because he tired of the foreplay. Severus hesitated, his tongue stilling in Lucius mouth before pulling away, his hand leaving Lucius' cock to take hold of his own, guiding it to Lucius' entrance. Then he was sliding in, more lube appearing at the flick of his wand to ease the way.

Lucius pressed the back of his head against the floor, feeling the length of his body pressing against Severus', and it hurt, and it felt so erotically good. He almost didn't notice when Severus stopped, his hips flush against Lucius' arse, and Lucius wondered if he would take offense to being slapped or if it would ruin the mood entirely. He shifted his legs, purposely digging his fingernails into Severus' bare shoulder, and Severus responded just like Lucius knew he would.

He grabbed Lucius' right ankle, wrenching his leg up and over his shoulder, shifting the angle so his cock was brushing against Lucius' prostate as he pulled out and slammed back in. Lucius cried out, grinding his head against the floor, his eyes pressing themselves closed as Severus thrust into him again, hard and rough and so good.

Severus' reached up, his hips keeping their pace, his cock slamming into Lucius' prostate, and locked his hand into Lucius' hair, tugging his head to the side so he could press his face into Lucius' neck, his teeth scrapping across the skin. Lucius bit his lip, feeling the drag of Severus' cock, the pull of his hand, the bite of his teeth. It was so much and not enough, and he wondered when he'd started talking because that definitely wasn't Severus babbling like an idiot.

"Severus…" he groaned, his voice high pitched and gasping as Severus thrust into him. "Please, please. I need… please." Severus seemed to understand what he was saying, because he was wrapping his hand around Lucius' cock, stroking him in time to his thrusts, and it took an embarrassingly short amount of time before Lucius was cuming across his own stomach and shirt.

He felt Severus tense above him before relaxing, letting his leg drop down and laying to the side, his arm draping across Lucius' stomach as if he couldn't not be touching him. Lucius raised his hand, brushing his fingers along the Malfoy ring that sat on Severus' finger.

Sometimes, Neville wished he understood Blaise better. There were times when he was so distant, talking to the wall with his hands folded in his lap. Then there were other times where he would laugh, leaning his chin on his elbow as his eyes crinkled. Times like now. Times that Neville wished he understood better.

"I'm not going to win," he said, and Blaise just laughed, his smiling stretching across his face. He looked so content, relaxed as if he were ready to fall into bed with Neville right then. Not that Neville was thinking of bed when he was around Blaise.

"You don't know that," Blaise answered.

"I never win, and you're doing really well," Neville said, and Blaise's fingers swiped across his lips as he lowered his hand. Neville wondered if the way his face suddenly felt hot meant he was blushing. He ducked his dead, studying the board in front of him. "King to E3"

"I'm not doing that well," Blaise said. "Knight to B3."

"You are actually," Neville said. "Rook to G4."

"Bishop to G4, takes Rook. Check," Blaise answered immediately, leaning forward so far that Neville was almost concerned his nose would touch the chess pieces.

"You're going to win anyway," Neville repeated. "Can't we do something else?"

"Like what?" Blaise asked, rocking back again.

"Like…" He bit his lip, and Blaise's eyes flicked down for a fraction of a second before drifting back up again. "My grandma sent me a new book about different flowers and their medicinal properties." The corner of Blaise's lip twitched, but Neville just ducked down. He'd tucked the book in his bag before he'd left his room, wanting to share everything new he'd learned. Though when he'd sat down, Blaise had been smiling and pulling the wizard's chess between them, and Neville had forgotten. He laid the book onto the table, flipping to one of the pages he'd marked. The purple flower stood stark against the white parchment of the page.

"This is a shrivelfig. The book talks a lot about how the roots being aggressive allow the plant to live pretty much anywhere. It can survive even snow. It's pretty amazing." He leaned forward, tracing his finger on the image. "The leaves can also be brewed in…" he trailed off as he looked up, Blaise's eyes shining. "What?"

"I-," Blaise broke off, turning his face away and biting his lip. "It's nothing."

And again, Neville couldn't help wishing he understood Blaise better, because there had to be a reason for him to shift back into being so closed off when only a minute ago he'd been so open. One thing Neville had learned about Blaise was that he hardly did anything without a good reason; Neville just wished he knew what the reason was.

"Oh," he answered, and Blaise flicked his eyes up, looking up at Neville through his eyelashes in a way that should have seemed coy. But then Blaise had never managed to pull off coy.

"I just…" Blaise trailed off, his tongue darting out to lick across his bottom lip, and Neville felt the heat break out across his cheekbones that meant he was blushing. "I wish people saw me, is all," Blaise finished, his eyes darting left and right as they studied Neville's face.

"I do," Neville answered, and then back tracked when Blaise blinked at him. "I mean, I understand—I mean, I want that too—but not like for me… I mean that I want to see you." And Blaise was still blinking at him like he'd spoken a foreign language which was entirely possible. "Not that other people shouldn't, I just want to—"

"I think I get it," Blaise interrupted, his right side of his lip twisting up in a smirk. Then he was leaning forward, his hand closing around Neville's fingers, his breath hot against his lips, and Neville hadn't realized until that moment how much he'd wanted Blaise to kiss him.

Severus was just buttoning up his robes when the Floo lit up. Lucius lounged against Severus' chair, his legs casually spread like he didn't have his pureblood reputation to maintain as he looked across the room at Severus with half-lidded eyes. He was only wearing trousers and an unbuttoned shirt, his robes lost somewhere in the room. And for half an hour, Severus had allowed himself to really believe everything would work out.

Then the Floo flared bright green, the wards alerting him immediately of an intruder, and Scrimgeour stepped through followed by three Aurors that Severus didn't recognize. Lucius immediately sat up, springing from Severus' chair. His hands flew up the buttons of his shirt, his lips tightening as he sneered. It shouldn't have been so comforting.

"Severus Snape," Scrimgeour said, gesturing to one of the Aurors. "You'll have to some with us."

"On what grounds?" Lucius asked, stepping forward. His hair was a disaster, falling in an unorganized tangle around his left shoulder, and Severus almost didn't blame Scrimgeour for the way his lip curled. Except, he obviously didn't know how Lucius tended to get what he wanted.

"I don't see how that's your concern, Malfoy," Scrimgeour answered.

"He's my fiancé," Lucius said, and Scrimgeour's lip curled even further as he looked down at the ring on Severus' finger. He wondered how much of his strategy relied on their failed relationship. "I have a right to know."

"He has neglected his duties as Headmaster to an unacceptable degree and will be subject to a formal hearing at the Wizengamot," Scrimgeour said, gesturing again to the Auror. "There's nothing you can do about it, Malfoy." The Auror stepped forward, and Severus held his want out easily, letting Lucius frown across the room at him as they led him through the Floo.

Harry's hand was still wrapped around Draco's when they walked out of the Forbidden Forest. It felt a little like Draco hadn't let go of him since they'd talked, but then, Harry couldn't blame him when he didn't want to let go either. He paused at the edge of the forest, Draco's fingers tightening. It had been so long since Draco looked happy. Since Harry felt happy. He felt the edge of his mouth curl up as he stepped onto his toes, leaning toward—

"Harry!" Granger's voice cut through the air between them. "Draco!" Harry flinched, Draco's hand rubbing a smooth line down his back. Granger's brown hair flew behind her as she ran up to them, her eyes wide. "Snape's been arrested. He'll be held on trial in the morning."

Thanks for reading! The next update will be in about two weeks. I'm determined.