Chapter 15: Oops, must be a reflex.

(Disclaimer in chapter 1)

"That's just unbelievable!"

"Yeah, I know! I mean look at them, the way they just keep on going…"

"Disgusting. And icky."

"Yes, all sweaty and sticky, wonder how they manage?"

"I know! Think about it, all slippery and yet they still manage to get it on…"

"Though since they are two guys, they probably don't mind being together and getting dirty."

"Looks like they're really familiar with the motions."

"Who knew they could get on so well?"

"I think they must be doing this more then once a week."

"I still think that it's wrong to do this."

"Oh, come on…"

"No! Do you know how long it took me to find something to wear for this class? Do you really think I want to get all dirty and sweaty?"

"But we have to do those stretching exercises…. Or they said we'll get cramps!"

Harry turned away from the two bickering girls, rolling his eyes in disgust.

"Honestly, they are missing the whole point!" He muttered to no one in particular.

Someone, however, answered. "And what is the point?" Turning to Draco with an incredulous stare, the boy-who-lived muttered. "You're joking, Right?"

When the blond shook his head, Blaise, who stood nearby, sighed. "Really Draco, you mean you haven't noticed the show our two teachers are giving us?" He pointed to the two professors stationed near the stands.

Severus was lying on his back, one of his legs being held by Remus' hand near his head, as said man kept on stretching it all, 'to get all the muscles relaxed' he said when he caught the shocked looks he got.

Both looked, in Harry's eyes and several others, as if they were having sex in the middle of the grounds, what with the fact that Severus' head was thrown backwards and he was making all those sweet little groans and gasps, as Remus kept on pushing forward, head banded close to the dark haired mouth, as if he longed for a kiss.

"Oh" was the only words that Draco spoke, as his eyes went back to stare at the two panting professors.

Hooch, who was standing near Sirius in the sidelines, shook her head every once in a while as if to chase a fantasy…I meant a thought, away.

Sirius wasn't better off, if Harry had to say what his godfather was thinking about, just by the look in his eyes, than it would go something like this:

'Oh, yes. God Remus looks so hot in this position, but Snape should get the hell away from him, (growl) yes away Snape, leave my moony alone….oh what a great moan Snape just gave, I bet he sounds like that in bed….so hot…no, wrong, Remus should only do that to me….damm I want to fuck them both….no! Just Remus…oh yes, fucking Remus…..'

Chuckling to himself, Harry looked back at Remus and Severus, now positions reversed, pushing and huffing with the effort. Oh yeah. HOT.

"I really had no idea Severus could stretch that far". Draco murmured and the other three nodded.

"Forget Snape, listen to how Lupin moans. Think it's the wolf in him?" Blaise whispered.

Pansy gave a snort as she pushed her black hair away from her eyes. "It looks like he's going to have something in him all right."

Harry snickered before cursing when Remus gave such a loud gasp/moan.

"God, I think I can just cum in my pants from this."

Pansy smirked. "Think they'll let you join Potter?"

Harry sighed. "I wish".

There were several more stares at the professors who after a few moments broke off.

They couldn't understand why there were so many groans of disappointment.

"Alright class, you all saw what we did, and now it's your turn."

Before anyone could move, Harry sprinted to where Snape was standing.

"Please sir," he panted out, "could you stretch me?"

When the master just stared, Harry continued. "I really would like it, if it were you relaxing my muscles and stretching me open….please?"

Snape coughed as he tried to look at anything but the boy standing in front of him.

"I really think it would be better if you would ask one of your friends."

Harry frowned as he stared around, hoping for inspiration.

Finding it, he spoke again. "I don't trust anyone else with my body, sir. And, it is my first time sir, never been touched like this by anyone else. Not a lie technically, Besides you're a master, so you must have some experience touching other people this way, teaching the ropes to those younger then you." Which I wouldn't mind if you add… And just for affect he added "Please, I'll make it worth your while…I'll follow every order, every touch, I'll position myself anyway you want me; all fours, on my back, stomach, anywhere really…Please Master?" These last words turned into a whisper and Harry was rewarded by a small blush appearing on his love's face.

God, he looks so good like this.

"Potter…" The man sighed and Harry hoped he wouldn't be turned down. "Call me master one more time and I'll kill you." With that the man grabbed him and dragged him by the arm to another part of the pitch.

"Well Potter, are you going to lie on your back in front of me or not?" Snape smirked at surprised teen.

Grinning, Harry lied down, "Please sir," he whispered, "be gentle."

Another round of that blush was his answer.

Snape, as if to punish Harry, started helping him with the exercises, making sure that none of it felt good now and relaxing only afterwards.

"Ow, sir, stop, it hurts!" Harry cried when Snape raised his leg up, like he did Lupin's.

"Shouldn't you be used to it Potter? You look like one who likes to lift his legs up a lot. I'm sure you're used to let your partners do the physical work."

Is Snape mocking me? Oh, this means revenge.

"Sorry sir, but just because you look like you like it rough, doesn't mean that others do."

Snape snorted as he kept on the exercise.

"I should have pegged you for the slow and sensitive type, Potter," Harry cried out when he felt the man popping some muscle.

"Careful! Told you it hurts!"

"A little dose of pain never hurt anyone," The professor switched legs and Harry gasped when he felt Snape's hand touching his inner thighs.

"Fuck!" he cursed, as he tried to will his cock down. Snape's moving hands weren't helping as they now started a small massage.

"Language. This, Potter, is for relaxing the inner muscles. You see, when you will run, or perform any sort of activity that involves using your body extensively, this muscle will be one of the few that will cramp if you don't work it properly first."

Harry only managed to catch some of that lecture as he tried to keep his breathing intact and his cock from coming.

Though, with the way his mind only caught on to the parts that could be related sexually, it was kinda hard.

"Moreover, this massage helps relax the area surrounding the muscle, another important thing, as that helps a lot. do you know why that is, Potter?"

With the blood rushing into his cock at great speed, Harry doubted he could find the answer, but nonetheless he tried.

"To get it soft?" he knew it wasn't the right answer from the look his teacher supported but as he was trying to stop an orgasm, he really didn't care.

"Wrong, Potter. One would think you would know the answer."

Oh, up yours sir, let see you try to think something up, when you've got someone else's hands practically caressing your cock, oh what I wouldn't give to be that person.

"The reason it's good, is because it allows blood to flow in your veins, most of your body is stretched tight so not a lot of blood flows, but by relaxing it every once in a while, you allow a renovation of cells to occur."

"Sounds great sir," Harry gasped, god his cock was so hard.

"Not that you would care about such things" Snape shook his head and as he raised his hands farther up, a moan was torn out of Harry's flushed face.

"Please sir," the young man gasped, uncaring what the man above thinks; only caring about the need cursing in his veins.

"Very well, Potter," Snape let go and Harry groaned in disappointment, before arching up with a gasp.

Snape's hands had sat themselves even higher on his body, and Harry hoped that the man wasn't aware of the erection they almost touched.

Said hands had started stroking the area they were on, moving much faster then before, as they kneaded the tense skin below.

"Turn over." Snape spoke and Harry's eyes which he didn't realized he closed, shot open.

"What!!" he practically yelped.

Snape raised an eyebrow, "I thought you said you would obey without thought, Potter?"

Blushing from what, he did not know, but Harry nonetheless turned around.

When Severus' hands had reached the bottom of his arse, Harry gasped and pushed back.

When he heard a chuckle from above, he tensed as he felt his face flush.

"I knew I was right," Harry scowled at that before his expression turned blank when Severus circled his palms around Harry's hips and pulled down hard.

The circular kneading motion that Snape's massage gave, moved Harry's entire body and pushed it into the ground. Harry gasped when his cock rubbed the hard surface from below, before tensing as he felt his balls drew up.

Stuttering, and gasping, Harry came hard just as Snape began a light massage, using his index and middle finger while increasing the pressure.

"Are you okay, Potter?" The man asked as he pulled back a few seconds later. "I wasn't too hard on you?"

While said mockingly, Harry still flushed red as he stuttered a reply. "N...no s…sir, you were good." But I was definitely naughty. Dirty, dirty boy.

Snape frowned at him, but Harry pretended not to see.

"Potter?" Snape asked after the boy has yet to get up from the ground.

Harry paused as he hastily got up, turning around so that the man would not see the wet spot on his pants. (A hard on could be hidden under the tight black pair of sports pants, if trapped under the waistband, don't ask us how. A white stain, however, was kinda harder to hide).

"Yeah, I'm fine; it was great, yeah, huh ha, sure. Uh, bathroom." He hastily muttered as he hurried across the lawn, heading to the changing rooms.

He didn't notice a pair of black eyes staring at him calculatingly.

--3&SEX&3--

"Oh my god Ginny you won't believe what just happened!" Harry spoke to the girl who was still upset at him from pulling her away from her talk with Luna.

While it was good for the whole act played for Ron and Hermione who were watching the scene, it wasn't good for Ginny, who tried to hit on the girl and her chance was denied from her. She said just as much to Harry.

"What the hell Harry? I was trying to get laid!" Harry paused as he gave her a quizzical stare.

"You and Luna? Hmm, I suppose it could work. If you like I could help you there."

Ginny gave a grin. "Alright then, I'll take you on that deal. Now what's up?"

Harry gave her a brief summery of PE that ended only after half and hour had passed, and only because Ginny had stopped him from finishing due to a spontaneous sneezing fit.

"So you came from his expert touch, what do I have to do with it?"

Harry glared. "Oh come on, I listened to your dykes one on one, now it's my turn."

Ginny rolled her eyes. She still hasn't figured out how anyone has yet to realize how gay her best friend really was, what with his melodrama trait.

"Whatever Potter, so how do you think I should approach Luna, definitely not like Pansy, right? Because I really don't think she'll go for a just sex relationship. And I really want something more with her…"

"Ginny!!" Harry scowled and said girl rolled her eyes. "Fine, fine, what can I help you with?"

"I wanna know what to do! Should I go to him? Or not?"

Ginny sighed; she really wasn't into the whole thing even if the thought of two hot men together turned her on.

"You know, this is just like the time I had this crush on Tammy, maybe you should do the same…?"

"And what did you do?" Harry asked as he was quite unaware of his best friend's sex life. Well, anything pertaining to the past years.

"Oh, I did this," she leaned over and started telling the eager boy everything, smirking when Harry's eyes light up on every other sentence.

"This is like the best plan ever!" Harry cried out happily.

"Good." Ginny spoke. "Now, to get back to my problem, how do I get Luna? And it better be good," She warned.

Harry smirked, "Oh, it's gonna be. First you'll do this…" they trailed off into the plan and only came out of Harry's room the next morning.

Both were rumpled and bleary eyed and their looks set off a whole explosion of a different kind when Ron caught them coming out of the room, partly dressed.

It wasn't their fault that they fell asleep while in the midst of their seducing plans. And it certainly wasn't Harry's fault that Ginny got warm in the middle of the night and took her top off. Nor was it Ginny's fault that Harry's pants had gotten too tight to wear and he had to remove them and remain in his boxers.

Yep, it wasn't their fault. So why on earth didn't Ron, or anyone else, believe them?

-21-2-3-12-1--32--32

"Oh, its baby day again, isn't it? Oh hell. All right, here we are Lyra, daddy's got you."

"I thought you were the mother, Potter? Oh, there's no mistake, not after what I heard yesterday in PE… 'Please, ow, it hurts! Please be gentle… I'm so delicate… it's my first time...' Ha! Like hell it is!" Draco snorted.

Potter glared, raising his hand straight. "Talk to the finger because even the hand won't hear it anymore Malfoy." Though, Draco being a pureblood, he completely missed the whole point.

"Look who's talking, I heard from Parvati how you and Blaise looked as if you were about to have sex on that lawn." the blond boy flushed, "No, we weren't!"

Harry mimicked Draco's snort. "And I'll believe that when pigs fly without the help of a hovering charm and transfigured wings."

Again, Draco being a pureblood missed the whole point.

"Whatever Potter, at least I actually had sex later with my partner, can't say the same about you."

The boy-who-lived rolled his eyes, even if a flare of jealousy appeared at hearing that.

That's just dumb, why would I be jealous of Malfoy? Stupid really.

(RockJunkie: I just noticed: our story is one year old! DikiCat: connection??).

"Not like I wasn't trying. His blush is so edible…"

Just at that second Lyra made her presence known by crying for her bottle.

"Well, I gotta get going before I get a headache. Good luck with your virtue, Potter…" Malfoy snorted again, and left Harry alone with Lyra at the Gryffindor table.

"So, I heard about what happened last night with Snape. Then I heard about what happened with Ginny. Way to go to keep your act up, Harry. Are you just gonna scram it out now? People are wondering."

Julia just sat down next to Harry and stole his plate.

Harry stared at her as she shoveled his food into her mouth. "You could have asked, you know?"

Julia rolled her eyes, before picking the baby from Harry's hands and sitting her in front of her table.

With a positively evil smirk, she started loading baby food on her empty spoon.

As she got the spoon close to Lyra's mouth, Julia made a spontaneous U turn and shoved the food into her own mouth.

"Hey!!" Harry cried out as Lyra started crying out.

Julia nodded sadly. "Yes, I'm sorry, I couldn't help it, I promise not to do it again" when Harry nodded, she took another loaded spoon to the baby's mouth before pulling the same trick again.

"Oops, must be a reflex." Julia laughed as Harry took a screaming Lyra into his arms and started soothing her, before feeding her properly.

"I really pity your kids when you'll have them." he muttered with a glare.

Julia stuck her tongue out at him. "Did you really come by Severus' touch?" Harry chocked on his drink.

Looking around him, incase anyone heard that, he scowled. "Who told you that?"

Julia smirked "you have three guesses and the first two don't count".

Rolling his eyes, Harry spoke. "Draco." Julia grinned. "Why did he tell you that?"

The girl looked positively scary what with the smirk she had on. "I caught him screwing Blaise on the common room couch, told him I'll snitch to Snape unless he gave me personal Hogwarts info."

"Personal my ass, Draco's such a gossip!" He placed Lyra on his shoulder as he tapped her back to get her to burp, which she did.

Julia sighed, "I know. You should have heard what he said about….." She trailed off with a blush on her rosy cheeks.

"On who?" Harry asked curiously but the girl shook her head, "No, never mind, not important".

Harry had a feeling it was, but he let it go.

"So," Julia started "did you and Ginny sleep together?"

Harry choose not to answer and instead headed to his first class, history of magic after he finished eating.

Well at least I'll be able to catch up on some sleep. I really pity any boy or girl who will sleep with that red in a bed, Ginny sure knows how to kick.

Tbc.

--3...9862--

A/n: We are soooooooooooooo flattered, ONE HUNDRED REVIEWS!! Do you hear that??

You broke a chapty record! So we, your humble writers (you can add in your mind, about the prefectness of the beings that are us, modest is one of them), decided to reward you with a brand new chap!

And… Maybe I (rock junkie) will post the one-shot we told you about! (Of course, only if you ask me to, nicely. Ha ha).

DikiCat murmurs: you know something? The whole conversation in PE was like totally inventive (I made it up) but when we checked it out, it was true! Strange, I must have some psychic powers.

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RockJunkie obliges.

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