A/N: This story is a plot bunny challenge sent in by my friend Ary. Oh yeah, not my characters [oh darn].
Warning: Slash and some OOC [appearances] occurs in this and following chapters.
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Harry shivered. The dungeons were always drafty. The greatest thing about dating the Slytherin Prince was that he has his own rooms, complete with silencing charms, wards, and a big bathroom. Not to mention the finest sheets in the castle. And, Harry mused, the most kinkiest habits known to wizardry.
First there was the leather straps hanging on the walls, and the magical handcuffs clinging so innocently to the bedposts. Let's not forget the vials of carefully labelled aphrodisiacs. Harry closed his eyes and remembered Draco stripping him down, and telling him that he needed to do a little research. For hours Harry was strapped to the wall while Draco documented how fast each one worked, and how much. His left handed scrawl got messier near the end until Draco finally let Harry come to a release together. Harry smiled at the recollection.
In the nightstand were bottles of various lubricants and massage oils. Those oils were only used on special occasions, and stealthily Draco laced them with a spell to make the passion last longer. Draco's bedroom was a wet dream come true.
Draco came back from the bathroom, and lounged on the bed, his silk silver robe barely covering his naked pale body and set off his hair to look like pure heaven. Harry's breath caught in his throat. "See anything you like?" Draco asked Harry, knowing full well what Harry was staring at.
Harry got up and crawled toward Draco on the bed. "Only you."
Draco reached over and with long graceful fingers carefully undid the tie on Harry's emerald robe. His natuarally lightly tanned chest came into view, and Draco's eyes widened at the sight of Harry, erect and waiting. Draco straddled Harry, and whispered in his ear, "Tsk, tsk. We need to start planning for the banquet tomorrow. As I see it, we'll be dessert."
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Lucius was pacing up in down in the Room of Requirement. A challenge, from his son no less. And Harry. Lucius couldn't have been more pleased when he heard the news. If Gryffindor prowess ran in generations, Lucius could only hope that Harry was as good as his godfather. Knowing his son's taste in people, it was almost guaranteed. That would be a good idea. There needs to be benefits weighing on this. Sev wouldn't mind a threesome with the Gryffindor Sex Maniac, now would he?
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The mirror lying face down on the vanity table was glowing. It must be Father to make some demands. And with time to spare too. Well, fucking my relentless Gryffindor will have to wait. Blood always was thicker then semen... or was it the other way around?
Draco picked up the mirror. "And how may I help you Father? Need more lubricant?" Draco coyly asked.
"Your gallon tub was more than sufficient last time. I would like to wager more on this challenge of yours, son," Lucius replied.
"Oh really, Father? And what would that be?" Draco replied.
"If Severus and I win, we get a night with Harry Potter, with no spells cast on him," Lucius smoothly responded.
"Then if we win we get the Big Book of Sex Spells and Potions?" Draco answered just as smoothly.
"Sev won't like this, but we aren't going to lose, son," Lucius said as he disconnected.
"Neither are we, Father, neither are we."
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TBC...
A/N: Sorry 'bout the language, but my beta said it worked better... What do you think?
Warning: Slash and some OOC [appearances] occurs in this and following chapters.
***
Harry shivered. The dungeons were always drafty. The greatest thing about dating the Slytherin Prince was that he has his own rooms, complete with silencing charms, wards, and a big bathroom. Not to mention the finest sheets in the castle. And, Harry mused, the most kinkiest habits known to wizardry.
First there was the leather straps hanging on the walls, and the magical handcuffs clinging so innocently to the bedposts. Let's not forget the vials of carefully labelled aphrodisiacs. Harry closed his eyes and remembered Draco stripping him down, and telling him that he needed to do a little research. For hours Harry was strapped to the wall while Draco documented how fast each one worked, and how much. His left handed scrawl got messier near the end until Draco finally let Harry come to a release together. Harry smiled at the recollection.
In the nightstand were bottles of various lubricants and massage oils. Those oils were only used on special occasions, and stealthily Draco laced them with a spell to make the passion last longer. Draco's bedroom was a wet dream come true.
Draco came back from the bathroom, and lounged on the bed, his silk silver robe barely covering his naked pale body and set off his hair to look like pure heaven. Harry's breath caught in his throat. "See anything you like?" Draco asked Harry, knowing full well what Harry was staring at.
Harry got up and crawled toward Draco on the bed. "Only you."
Draco reached over and with long graceful fingers carefully undid the tie on Harry's emerald robe. His natuarally lightly tanned chest came into view, and Draco's eyes widened at the sight of Harry, erect and waiting. Draco straddled Harry, and whispered in his ear, "Tsk, tsk. We need to start planning for the banquet tomorrow. As I see it, we'll be dessert."
***
Lucius was pacing up in down in the Room of Requirement. A challenge, from his son no less. And Harry. Lucius couldn't have been more pleased when he heard the news. If Gryffindor prowess ran in generations, Lucius could only hope that Harry was as good as his godfather. Knowing his son's taste in people, it was almost guaranteed. That would be a good idea. There needs to be benefits weighing on this. Sev wouldn't mind a threesome with the Gryffindor Sex Maniac, now would he?
***
The mirror lying face down on the vanity table was glowing. It must be Father to make some demands. And with time to spare too. Well, fucking my relentless Gryffindor will have to wait. Blood always was thicker then semen... or was it the other way around?
Draco picked up the mirror. "And how may I help you Father? Need more lubricant?" Draco coyly asked.
"Your gallon tub was more than sufficient last time. I would like to wager more on this challenge of yours, son," Lucius replied.
"Oh really, Father? And what would that be?" Draco replied.
"If Severus and I win, we get a night with Harry Potter, with no spells cast on him," Lucius smoothly responded.
"Then if we win we get the Big Book of Sex Spells and Potions?" Draco answered just as smoothly.
"Sev won't like this, but we aren't going to lose, son," Lucius said as he disconnected.
"Neither are we, Father, neither are we."
***
TBC...
A/N: Sorry 'bout the language, but my beta said it worked better... What do you think?