Merry Smutmas, mania_regale!

To: mania_regale
From: awaywithpixie

Title: A Fever You Can't Sweat Out
Rating: NC17
Pairings: HP/DM, HP/BW (implied), BW/?? (implied)
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Curse-breaking is a dangerous business.
Warnings: dirty talk, rimming, bonding clichés
Author's notes: Merry Smutmas, mania_regale. I hope you enjoy this. Thanks to my beta (she knows who she is) and thanks also to gmth and all the Smutmas helpers, for all the hard work they have put into the fest for yet another year!

"Oh now, this is just priceless." Draco could barely hide the hint of glee in his voice, breaking out into a wide grin. This was the last thing he expected to see in Bill Weasley's office, and it was undoubtedly the most humiliating moment of Potter's life. Draco would treasure the sight for the rest of his days. He leaned casually against the doorframe – nothing was going to make him walk away from this.

Potter should have been startled, but he barely seemed to care. He just stood there, flushed and wanton, his cock in hand and his trousers around his knees, wanking for all it was worth over Bill's desk. "Piss off, Malfoy. It's not what it looks like..."

"Well if you're not standing there with your cock in your hand, wanking all over your supervisor's desk, then no, it isn't what it looks like," he replied smugly. "Are you still pissed off at him for promoting me over you? Can't take a bit of rejection, oh Chosen One?"

Potter threw his head back, his hand working his cock harder and faster in a thoroughly obscene display. "No, really, it isn't what it looks like, Malfoy. Oh Merlin..." his breath hitched and he bit his lower lip. Draco shifted uncomfortably as his own cock responded to the enticing sight. Potter's hand worked furiously, and suddenly he was coming hard – grunting and spurting copiously across the desk – his balls emptying and causing Draco to feel the need to get off whilst the sight was still fresh. He pressed down hard against his trousers to ease the ache. Potter looked up and gazed directly at him, cursing hard as his glare suddenly turned furious.

"Fuck it, Malfoy. You aren't supposed to be here." Potter made no attempt to cover himself, or his cock, which was still hard and looking ready for more action, despite his release. "I was, er, waiting for Bill."

Draco smirked. "Ah yes, about that. Bill did get your message, Potter, but he's a little busy dispelling a tricky curse on those Egyptian artefacts that came in yesterday. Won't he be disappointed he sent me along instead?"

Potter seemed mortified, and a tinge of desperation crept into his voice as his eyes darted toward the desk for a split second. "So he's not coming? Oh fuck!" he exclaimed as the realisation set in. "Y... you really should leave, Malfoy – NOW!"

Despite such an impassioned plea, Draco had absolutely no intention of leaving. An opportunity like this is just begging to be exploited, he thought with a smirk. He heard a faint hum as he crossed the threshold and stepped into the office. He frowned, but he was too late in reaching for his wand. A smooth egg shaped stone sitting on the desk let off a radiant burst of red light, striking him square in the chest. The impact flung him clear across the room. His head smacked against the wall with an audible crack, and he blacked out.

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The pounding in his head greeted Draco when he came to. He tried to sit up, but an odd dizzy feeling washed over him, causing him to sink back down. He scowled, realising that in his amusement over Potter's predicament, he forgot to check the office for any curses. Bill often had dangerous artefacts stored there – how could he have been so foolish? What the fuck was Potter playing at?
Before he could yell at Potter, he copped a furious serve. "You bloody idiot! I warned you to leave before it was too late!"

Rubbing the back of his head, he finally managed to get up. He scowled, but when he finally gazed directly at Potter, the pounding nausea in his head was replaced with a feverish desire – a very abnormal desire that wasn't there a moment earlier.

He glared down at the egg-shaped stone on Bill's desk. "What is that thing?" he asked, still trying to shake the feverish light headedness and slowly encroaching sense of desire. "It's cursed, whatever it is."

"No shit, Sherlock." Harry retorted bitterly. "Of course the bloody thing is cursed! You call yourself a curse-breaker, yet when I give you a warning and tell you not to come in here, you fucking ignore it. What sort of moron are you?"

Draco moved closer to the desk to get a better look at the stone. "You didn't warn me! You simply said..."

"Of course you wouldn't believe anything I told you," Harry continued in a mocking tone, not waiting for an answer. "If you only just paid attention to your job, and not been carrying on like a smug niffler that had found a bloody pot of gold, we both wouldn't be in this mess!" Potter was letting his temper get the better of him and he began to pace across the office.

Draco found himself utterly enticed by the angry flush rising on Potter's neck. His own mouth suddenly became dry and a feverish sweat formed on his brow as he found himself impressed by the curve of that collarbone, and the length of torso that was visible through the unbuttoned shirt. His eyes wandered all the way down to the hastily refastened trousers, and the firm erection that was straining at the buttons. The nature of the curse suddenly struck home, and he was mortified.

"You were struck too. Weren't you?" Draco asked, not really wanting to hear the answer.

"Yes," Harry snapped, "about five minutes before you got here." Potter seemed to be staring warily at Draco, and he reluctantly tore his eyes away to examine the innocent looking stone on the desk. It appeared completely dormant. "It's okay," he continued. "I don't think it will curse us again."

Draco moved in hesitantly to take a good look. "Oh shit!" he leapt back as far away as he could. The runic markings on the stone told him all he needed to know.

"I can't believe you let me in here with that thing!" Draco was furious. "Why the hell would you let anyone near this office when there's a fucking feverstone here? Please tell me you didn't bring that thing in here. You are the most reckless—"

"I didn't know the bloody thing was here, okay, so just shut the fuck up!" Potter yelled back.

Draco tried to remain calm, but his heart was hammering in his chest as he realised the implications. "Do you have any idea...?"

Potter was still furious. "Of course I know all about bloody feverstones! Why the fuck did you think I wanted Bill to come up here when I realised what it was? You call yourself a curse-breaker? Fuck, you are too full of your own self importance to even check that there was an active curse in the room." Harry suddenly sat down and tried to continue with his rant, but he suddenly fell down in a dizzy heap. "Bah... I don't feel so good," he said.

"Really?" Draco said with barely a hint of sarcasm. "We've both been struck with a lust curse from that damn stone – do you honestly think the effects are just going to go away on their own?"

Harry shook his head, and looked over at Draco with resigned revulsion. "Why do you think I wanted to see Bill?"

A wry sneer worked its way onto Draco's face. "You still aren't over your little teenage crush, are you Potter? You really are pathetic. How long are you going to hold a torch for him, and how many times is he going to have to reject you?" Harry's infatuation with their boss had been no great secret, and Draco had taken great pleasure when he found out that for once, Potter had been rejected. He saw a glint of fire in Potter's deep green eyes and he knew he had hit the mark.

"So you thought you could conjure up some fantastic emergency that would make Bill come running, only to find you like this, and you would let him get struck by the feverstone – oh don't look so bloody pathetic. The whole bloody wizarding world knows about your little crush." Draco took on a mocking tone. "Look at you," Draco looked him up and down as he stepped closer, "All wanton and wanting..." The curse was putting words in his mouth, but they were words that were coming from somewhere deep within his own subconsciousness.

"I'm still not convinced that you didn't bring the artefact here with you. What a way to seduce a reluctant beau. I have to say, I'm impressed. It's terribly Slytherin of you." Draco moved in closer, pinning Potter against the desk. His cock was hardening, and he could feel Potter's erection against his hip. "You're simply looking for a fuck, aren't you? You thought you could somehow just let Bill catch you wanking all over his desk, and then he would be all over you in a heartbeat?" He whispered the last, smirking as he watched Harry's cock jump at the idea.

Draco trailed a finger slowly down Potter's bare chest. That enticing flush on Potter's neck was spreading, and Draco was mesmerised by tiny sweaty dark curls just behind the ear. He bent down to whisper across it.

"You were just hoping for Bill's cock buried far up your arse as he pounded you thoroughly into this desk." Draco could clearly imagine the sight as he dared to lick at those sweaty curls. Potter gasped and arched up at the touch. Draco snickered. "But you're just a whore and you really don't care who the cock belongs to, do you?"

Beads of sweat were dripping from Potter's brow onto the collar of his shirt, and he gasped again as Draco's hand finally snapped at the buttons on his trousers. Potter's cock twitched as Draco brought his hand to grasp it. It was rock hard, yet somehow soft, as Draco began a rhythmic push, pull, slide. Draco ran a thumb over the leaking slit as Harry struggled not to respond. He failed, as he bucked and arched, his mouth opening and his tongue moistening his lips. Draco laughed, but was instantly mesmerised by the movement of that tongue, and the shape of Potter's mouth.

"Or perhaps you're a cocksucker," he whispered breathily against Potter's ear. He imagined that tongue against his own cock, and hardened even more. That thought elicited a groan as Harry's tongue licked at his lower lip. "Yes, you want to swallow him down until you can barely breathe, then you'll let him fuck your face, and you won't care that you can't take a breath, because he'll be coming down your throat, and you'll lap it up like it is ambrosia."

He was watching Harry's cock as he grazed a thumb across the top - the shiny head peeking out from the foreskin. Harry pushed back with a groan, rubbing firmly up against Draco.

A smile suddenly crossed Harry's lips and Draco quickly found the buttons on his trousers ripped open. His own throbbing cock was released in seconds, and he found he was just as shameless as Harry. Warm fingers gripped tightly around him and Harry began his own rhythm against the fevered skin of his cock.

Draco tried to keep up at a companionable pace with Harry's talented hands, but was lost to the moment as Harry's thumb was working the wetness over the tip, and the other hand came down and fondled his balls. Draco brought both their cocks together as Harry sought to grasp at both. It didn't take long to succumb, and he felt himself coming, and spilling. Harry's broke away from the hold as his cock spurted yet again, and he moaned at his release.

His hand was covered in come – goodness knew whose – and he felt bold as the fever took hold. He brought his hand up to Harry's mouth and watched as that tongue licked it clean. He felt barely sated from his release as his balls began to feel as if they had never been emptied. Draco could feel the curse pulsating through him, and making him hard all over again as he found Harry's lips to be softer than he imagined. When did they start kissing? And who started that? Their tongues clashed as the curse lashed through their veins, the lust throbbing and pulsing in time with their heartbeats.

They pulled away from the embrace as the full realisation of their situation washed over them. This was far from over.

"Fuck!" Harry swore in half-hearted anger. "The curse was supposed to be gone now," he said as he looked down at his cock – still hard and eagerly wanting more.

Draco snickered, "Did you honestly think a quick wank would cure a lust curse, Potter? It's going to take a lot more than that."

Harry's face was mortified at the thought, but his hands were reacting in other ways. The overwhelming power of the feverstone's lust curse was driving them both crazy, and he ripped off the rest of Harry's shirt, barely hesitating. Draco found warm hands tearing away the buttons on his own shirt.

Momentarily distracted by his aching cock, Draco found himself pushed up against the wall. He let out a soft moan as Harry's rough stubble brushed against the smooth skin on his chin. He tweaked at one of Harry's nipples, eliciting a groan. They fought for control with Draco forcefully flipping Harry face down onto Bill's desk, knocking aside anything that got in his way. Draco's cock pushed up against the crack of Harry's arse, and he stopped his enforced struggle long enough to push back against it.

Draco looked down and smirked. Harry's hands seemed to be grappling and pawing for anything to grasp. Draco laughed again as he brought one hand down to trace the bumps in his spine. His fingers slowed as he reached Harry's arsehole, teasing slowly as Harry pushed back wantonly. Draco's fingers teased and toyed around that deliciously tight pucker, and he licked his lips in anticipation. His finger breached the hole, eliciting an incoherent moan from Harry as he pushed back eagerly.

"Oh yes, you definitely are a whore, Potter. Look at you – the Chosen One – all spread out on Bill's desk." Right now he knew nothing more than the fact he wanted to fuck Potter into the ground. The curse was coursing through his veins, and it felt like the only thing in the world worth doing.

"Like that, do you?" he pulled his finger out, not letting Potter get any more pleasure, and he heard the frustrated whimper.

"Perhaps you didn't want Bill at all. Perhaps you just wanted to make him jealous – to see me pounding into your arse. You want that, don't you?" A hard slap from Draco jolted him and he convulsed, pushing back again. "Don't worry, I'll have you begging for it, soon enough. Never thought that, did you? That you'd be begging me to fuck you so hard you'll be incoherent for days." He felt the shudder run through Harry at the idea, and found he was turning himself on.
He found the idea of Potter begging and at his mercy spurred him on. His mouth spilled the filthiest words, as he thought of the most depraved things that would eventually humiliate Potter when this whole curse had run its course.

Harry's hand was pumping at his own cock again, but Draco pushed him further into the desk, and he had to stop to find purchase. Draco's finger played against the sweat-slick skin and he pushed apart Potter's firm arse cheeks. He blew a soft breath over that sweet pucker. Harry did beg this time as he bucked involuntarily, lifting his arse in the air, and Draco laughed.

"You really don't care – you just want cock, right? I doubt you'll ever think of Weasley again. You'll be too busy begging me for more."

Harry finally found his voice, although it was hoarse and sultry. He snorted a laugh. "Are you going to shut the fuck up and prove that you're not just all talk," Harry hissed under his breath as he pushed his arse back into Draco's face.
And there was the challenge. Draco did shut up, but before Harry could take a breath and say more, Draco's tongue was lapping at Harry's hole. Harry screamed and clenched, but still pushed his arse further back – eagerly wanting more. Draco backed off slightly, his tongue travelling down and Harry could feel hot breath across his balls, before licking all the way up and around his hole. He whined, but Draco obviously wasn't going to give him what he wanted.

Harry pushed back, wanting that tongue more than anything he'd ever wanted before – even more than Bill. All he wanted was that tongue. Draco's teasing was driving him to distraction, as another rush of air tickled the hairs on his balls. A slow, hot breath then blew over his arse, and he could barely breathe, knowing what he wanted next.

"P... please. Please, Malfoy," he finally relented and begged. He heard a snicker, and he just knew there was a smirk on Malfoy's face as hands dug hard into his hips and that tongue finally breached his hole. Tasting it. Lapping it. Rolling it and wanting to go deeper and deeper as Draco ate him out hard. Harry was pushing back, feeling that tongue fucking him, as Draco licked and sucked and fucked.

Draco's tongue wanted to fuck him – wanted to get right inside - and it lapped up his tight hole as if there were no tomorrow. Harry tried to squirm, wanting that tongue back inside, but Draco smacked him hard across the arse, sending a shiver of pleasure through both of them. Harry whined as he felt the tongue retreat.

Before he could lament the loss, Harry whined as Draco's fingers toyed with his hole. Fingers that pushed and probed harder and further and hurt just enough to make him feel alive. He felt extremely alive mere moments later when he pushed back and those fingers brushed against that spot he so desired, and he quivered and cried out.

In that moment of intense pleasure, he found something else warm and wet pushing its way into his hole, and he couldn't help but push back on it. It was fucking huge compared to fingers and tongue, but in the madness that was the lust, he just knew he had to have it inside.

It was Draco who cried out this time. "Fuck! Who'd have thought there was such a fucking tight arse under those awful robes?" He gasped as he pushed his way to being fully seated, relishing the feeling as Harry whimpered in pain as he sat back to take more. "Merlin, you're as tight as a virgin. Is this what you wanted from Bill – a tongue in your hole followed by a cock pounding away?"

Somehow, years of aggression, years of rivalry, years of pain all fell by the wayside as he pounded into Potter. It felt so damn good; he was beginning to wonder if it really was a lust curse, or if he somehow harboured a deep-seated desire to fuck Potter senseless. And he was, for Potter made incoherent noises as his fists clenched across the table. Draco ground his cock in slow, steady pumps, but knew that he wouldn't last long.

There was nothing tender about this. This was pure fucking and as he flushed and sweated profusely, he could feel his release imminent as his balls drew closer. His pounding grew faster and with an incoherent shudder, he came hard, filling Potter repeatedly. He pulled out fast, and was still pumping come across Potter's hole as he watched that pucker sucking it up and wanting it all. The sight was such a turn on, knowing that Potter had been utterly pounded into submission.

Before he knew it, he was back at that hole, lapping and tasting his own come as he sucked it all out. Harry gave in with a cry and shuddered – his balls twitching and jerking as he came all over the desk – for the second time.

Draco sat back, barely able to catch his breath. He was still in that afterglow, but within moments, he knew that the curse was still upon them, as he felt no more sated than before. Fuck, when was this going to end?

Harry must have felt the same thing at that moment, for he managed to gain purchase and turn around, his hand on Draco's head as he lowered his mouth to his still engorged cock. Draco had no choice and found his lips around Potter's cock, tasting Harry's come, and trying hard not to bite.

"Now that's better," Harry rasped, his voice deep and sultry. "Merlin, always... guh... oh, do that again... knew you could do something much more useful than just mouth off." Potter tasted salty, and not nearly as bitter as Draco expected. He brought a hand up to tweak a nipple. Potter was the one smirking now. "Yeah, I can tell you hate every minute of this."

Harry moaned. It took a second to register the warm wetness surrounding him, trying hard not to think of it as Malfoy's mouth, but if it would shut the bastard up for a few minutes, it was worth it. He looked down, only to find those lips plumped and reddened as they were wrapped around his cock. He bucked, and Malfoy backed off, but he pulled hard at that perfectly coiffed hair, mussing it up. He pushed him back down, wanting to fuck that mouth hard and fast.

"Afraid to take it like a man?" Malfoy's mouth felt fantastic. Harry was impressed that Malfoy almost swallowed him down whole. He could feel the back of Malfoy's throat and he felt a sudden shift, and knew it was as hard as he was going to get. The idea of fucking Malfoy's face was enough to make his come again, and despite having come already, he felt it more intense, harder and he was turned on by the fact that Malfoy swallowed every last drop.

He pulled Draco up for a kiss. Those lips were softer than before, and tasted of come. Draco was panting and they pulled each other into an embrace. This was beyond words and neither wanted to ruin such a fantastic moment. They were still hard and begging and wanting more, more, more. Draco was rock hard again, and Harry barely felt that he had been fucked and sucked.

Draco glared at the stone that was still sitting on the desk, and shook his head. "I don't understand. Why the fuck hasn't the curse broken? It's supposed to have worn off by now?" His hands were shaking at the effort to hold himself up, and his cock was aching and hurting, and not in a good way. But he knew he needed to get it all out. He couldn't just sweat this fever out and it made him ache. "I don't like the look of that thing. What the fuck is it?"

Harry cursed and swore. He felt dizzy and wanted even more. He felt depraved and brazen. "No idea. You said it was a feverstone. You're the one who grew up surrounded by dark and evil artefacts, Malfoy. What the fuck has it done, and why the fuck do I have the urge to fuck you into oblivion – and want it?"

"But that's supposed to end the curse!" Draco cried out.

"Yeah, well I get the idea that you have to have sex to break a feverstone curse. But why the fuck do I still want to fuck you into next week? It's so fucking wrong. I wouldn't want to touch you – but now the idea has me hornier than ever. Are you totally sure it's a feverstone?"

"It looks like one. What else could it be?"

Harry shrugged. "I have no idea." He looked at Draco, and the curse fired up again as he felt the urge to nuzzle into Draco's neck. He started kissing, finding a spot that suddenly made Draco moan. "I... can't... stop... this..." They kissed, slowly this time, the urgency not so intense, but with the knowledge that this wasn't going to go away any time soon, they took their time.

"So... tired. I don't know if I can do this again," Draco panted. His arms were so tired, and he responded to the kiss as Harry dragged his tongue down his chest. Rough hands cupped his face and he responded, his own tongue tasting himself as his rough stubble and rough hands felt the fine hair on Draco's face and a hand went down his chest, seeking out a nipple and squeezing. Harry pushed Draco down against the table.

They gazed at each other, and saw no end to this curse. "Fuck me Potter," he said with little fanfare.

Time held no meaning as they fucked. Sucked. Licked. Bit. Blew. They were debauched and worn out, but no matter what they did, the curse didn't abate. Bathed in a pool of sweat and come, Harry was slowly pushing into Draco's hole as he came yet again, seemingly pumping harder and more than he had every other time, and his balls ached beyond compare.

Lost in their own hazy world of lust and incoherency, they had no idea Bill had returned to his office.

---

Bill was beyond furious. His face was as red as his hair. "It was reckless, and irresponsible, and I can't believe that two supposed qualified curse-breakers could be so oblivious to the dangers! What did I do to deserve the two of you on my staff?"

No, Bill was not furious – he was raging. "How could you have not bothered to check for curses? How many times have you had to do that before you entered a room? Why now?" Both had the courtesy to look a little sheepish.

Bill picked up the stone and tossed it from hand to hand. "I had this bondstone secured on my desk for a client. They were coming in to pick it up later.

Whatever you did when you broke into my office," Bill glared at Harry, his nostrils flaring, "you broke the protection on that, and it somehow activated."

Draco's face paled. "Excuse me, but did you say bondstone?"

"Have you suddenly become deaf, Malfoy? I didn't know that was one of the symptoms of the curse. Did either of you have any inkling..." Bill began, but was quickly interrupted.

"I thought it was a feverstone..." Draco said sheepishly. This was bad – so much worse than he thought.

"I can only assume that your... antics have strengthened the bond and you were making sure it held perfectly."

Harry looked confused as the curse still ran through his veins. "Bond?" his ears finally caught up with the conversation.

Draco was seemingly more coherent. "Merlin - save me from halfbloods and idiots," he muttered under his breath. "A bondstone. We're bonded, Potter. Married, to put it in Muggle terms."

"How...?" Harry's mouth hung open, and Draco had to look away before he got any ideas to put that tongue to better use.

Bill sighed as he rubbed his temples. "They were an ancient artefact that was used to bring a recalcitrant bride to the wedding bed. It would ensure consummation of a bond, and to ensure that the bond was permanently created."

Draco leapt out of his chair. "It's permanent?" he cried.

"Well, I assume so. There's nothing in the runes to say otherwise."

"But there is a counter curse, right?" Harry asked in concern.

"Don't be an idiot, Potter. What part of the word permanent are you not registering?" Draco retorted.

Bill couldn't deal with this any longer. "I could yell and scream at you more, but perhaps this will teach you to pay more attention to your work."

"I... we can't work like this, Bill... It's... insane!" Harry cried out, finally realising the bigger implications.

"Well it's a good thing you are both suspended – for a month. Without a counter curse, it's obvious you both need time to work through this, and hopefully by then you can cope with... with your situation well enough to return to work. I can't have you stopping to shag every five minutes." Neither looked completely happy, but on the other hand, the subtle glares and body language told Bill a very different story.

"Now get out of my sight. There's a tonne of work I have to clear up, and I'm down two curse-breakers."

Bill glared at them as they reluctantly left the office. Draco appeared sulky and Harry still looked stunned. But he was sure that when the door closed, they would become too preoccupied with each other to care.

---

Bill leaned back in his chair, his wand tapping against his thigh. He wasn't happy at all.

"Don't you think that was a little... excessive?" he said to nobody in particular. He turned, scanning the darkest corner of the room. "Severus?"

He heard the slightest of shuffles as an invisibility cloak fell to the floor. Snape's face was blank, but Bill did notice he was hastily adjusting his front of his trousers. Bastard had been there the whole time, getting off on the sight.

"You seemed to be somewhat at wit's end when you suggested this, Weasley."
"I didn't suggest that," he waved his hand in the general direction of the stone. "I just wanted Harry to finally get it through his head I wasn't interested in him. He's a persistent sod, and he hasn't taken a hint. I only came to you because I knew you had the same sort of problem with Draco."

Snape just sneered, infuriating Bill even more. "Well what's done is done."

"That's rather blasé, even for you, Severus."

"As you said," he replied with a shrug, "Potter has a thick head. Between that and Draco's stubbornness, they are a perfectly matched pair."

Bill snorted. "Still, you could have just given me a feverstone. You didn't have to go all out and give me a bloody bondstone. Those things are nasty."

"Who says I didn't?" Snape replied dryly. Bill looked up in confusion. Snape indicated that Bill should take a closer look at the stone. Bill picked it up and checked it carefully. Now, in the right light, he could see that it was as Snape said – a feverstone. How could he have believed it was anything else?

"I... I have to admit, Severus, I am no expert on these things. My specialty is Middle Eastern artefacts, not European."

Severus confirmed it with a nod. "It would appear the curse from a feverstone has a much more potent effect if there are some... innate feelings to build on."

"They did that all on their own? So they really aren't bonded?" he asked, still surprised at all that had happened.

"Would I be that cruel?"

Bill just snorted. "Yes." He could barely see a smirk at the corner of Snape's mouth.

"If you are concerned about their reaction when they discover the truth, then don't be worried. They'll have shagged themselves senseless for a few weeks, and they'll probably want to thank you."

Bill was dumbstruck.

"You were wise to give them a whole month off," Severus continued. "No doubt the effects will have worn off by then, and you won't have to put up with all that unresolved sexual tension and bickering. Who knows, they might even channel it into something..."

At that moment, the feverstone suddenly flared to life, emitting a burst of light and firing off a quick curse that struck them both at the same time.

"Dammit, Severus," Bill said as he sat up. He was beginning to feel somewhat feverish, and Severus was looking rather... alluring in the light. "Was there something else you were planning on telling me?"

The End