A/N: Lots of smut, slash, and hot sex. ::grins:: Warning on the slash. Oh and my language...
Disclaimer: Not all mine.
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Severus indeed was happy with the news. A night with Lucy and the famed Gryffindor? That has some serious advantages. Which would he fuck first? No wait, tie up Potter, watch him suck Lucy... or maybe tie up Lucy and make him watch. But first they would have to win that contest, or he'll have to go back to normal size. Not that it was bad, but Lucy liked it better this way.
Lucius glided into the room, wearing tight leather pants and a tight white shirt. In his left hand was a pitcher of water. His hair was loose and he was wearing eyeliner and lipstick. "Sevvie. Take this water and douse me so my shirt is transparent," he commanded as he strutted around the Room of Requirement.
Severus did as he was asked, and Lucius looked open mouthed at him. "I meant the shirt, not the trousers. I did not need any cold water in my trousers." Lucius said, looking down his pants.
Severus hid a smirk and shrugged. "Oh well."
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"Ok. I'm going to pole dance here, and you are going to be stripping here. You will be wearing that cute green leather thong I got you for Christmas and I will have music playing in the background. I will come over and start using the cinnamon..."
Harry quickly covered Draco's mouth with his and two seconds later there was a knock on the door. "You prat," Harry whispered when Draco got up to open it. "I know it's your father. He's spying. I set up alarms and he's not up to par." Harry sniggered and Draco flashed a grin and opened the door. Standing outside was indeed his father. Harry and his fucking alarms. When he wasn't obsessed with being stalked by evil, he was good for something. Make that many things.
"Father, how good to see you tonight. And I thought you'd be plotting away all night." Draco coyly opened the door and gestured to an uncomfortable worn chair for Lucius to rest in. Lucius did so, and proceeded to pull out a pen, and a piece of parchment.
"Draco, this is a document that states all the rules and winnings of this challenge. I trust you both to read and sign." Lucius pulled out a pen as Draco read anxiously. He nodded to Harry and they both signed it, and immediately after, it folded itself up, and sealed. It would remain so until the challenge winner was determined. Lucius was trying to impress them. Time to use his first weapon: Harry.
"Harry dear, can you slip into something more... comfortable for my father?" Draco cooed. Harry nodded and Draco knew exactly what he was going for. The Silver G-String. It was the first piece of kinky underwear Draco got him. Of course it showed off all his assets very nicely.
When Harry re-emerged, Lucius's breathe caught in his throat. His pupils dialated, and a tell tale tenting was occuring in his nether regions.
"Like what you see, Lucius?" said Harry, sitting himself on his lap.
"Like you wouldn't believe..."
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TBC...
A/N: I was told to tone down the smutiness.. and I need a plot. Anyone got a plot? Or just smut?
Disclaimer: Not all mine.
***
Severus indeed was happy with the news. A night with Lucy and the famed Gryffindor? That has some serious advantages. Which would he fuck first? No wait, tie up Potter, watch him suck Lucy... or maybe tie up Lucy and make him watch. But first they would have to win that contest, or he'll have to go back to normal size. Not that it was bad, but Lucy liked it better this way.
Lucius glided into the room, wearing tight leather pants and a tight white shirt. In his left hand was a pitcher of water. His hair was loose and he was wearing eyeliner and lipstick. "Sevvie. Take this water and douse me so my shirt is transparent," he commanded as he strutted around the Room of Requirement.
Severus did as he was asked, and Lucius looked open mouthed at him. "I meant the shirt, not the trousers. I did not need any cold water in my trousers." Lucius said, looking down his pants.
Severus hid a smirk and shrugged. "Oh well."
***
"Ok. I'm going to pole dance here, and you are going to be stripping here. You will be wearing that cute green leather thong I got you for Christmas and I will have music playing in the background. I will come over and start using the cinnamon..."
Harry quickly covered Draco's mouth with his and two seconds later there was a knock on the door. "You prat," Harry whispered when Draco got up to open it. "I know it's your father. He's spying. I set up alarms and he's not up to par." Harry sniggered and Draco flashed a grin and opened the door. Standing outside was indeed his father. Harry and his fucking alarms. When he wasn't obsessed with being stalked by evil, he was good for something. Make that many things.
"Father, how good to see you tonight. And I thought you'd be plotting away all night." Draco coyly opened the door and gestured to an uncomfortable worn chair for Lucius to rest in. Lucius did so, and proceeded to pull out a pen, and a piece of parchment.
"Draco, this is a document that states all the rules and winnings of this challenge. I trust you both to read and sign." Lucius pulled out a pen as Draco read anxiously. He nodded to Harry and they both signed it, and immediately after, it folded itself up, and sealed. It would remain so until the challenge winner was determined. Lucius was trying to impress them. Time to use his first weapon: Harry.
"Harry dear, can you slip into something more... comfortable for my father?" Draco cooed. Harry nodded and Draco knew exactly what he was going for. The Silver G-String. It was the first piece of kinky underwear Draco got him. Of course it showed off all his assets very nicely.
When Harry re-emerged, Lucius's breathe caught in his throat. His pupils dialated, and a tell tale tenting was occuring in his nether regions.
"Like what you see, Lucius?" said Harry, sitting himself on his lap.
"Like you wouldn't believe..."
***
TBC...
A/N: I was told to tone down the smutiness.. and I need a plot. Anyone got a plot? Or just smut?