A/N: This contains slash, non-original characters, and lots of not age appropriate material. You are warned.
The dessert appeared on the table. Harry moaned in pain and mumbled about a belly-ache. Harry blushed as he heard snickering coming from Draco. Glancing to make sure everyone was eating their desserts properly, Draco muttered the activating charm.

With an audible crack, the tables all pushed to the side and a long catwalk complete with two poles on the end adorned the center of the great hall.

The Arouse-O-Meter was set up at a podium. All the faces of the student body were in rapt attention.

And then in burst a glamorless Snape -- in all his oiled glory. He simply shone, and looked as regal as one could in a white leather thong, with his matching collar, leash, and kitty ears. He slinked over to the stage, gyrating his hips. He felt Lucius's hands trace patterns on his chest and could feel Lucius's body pressed up against his.

The Arouse-O-Meter started to show numbers.

Severus growled as Lucius started to suck the spot right below his ear. Lucius hands snaked to his nipples, and started to rub in circles around them. Lucius grinded his hips in time with Severus, and flipped him around to kiss him roughly, and throughly.

The Arouse-O-Meter shone 1%. The Slytherins gaped at their now hot Head of House. The Ravenclaws and Gryffindors were trying to make sure it was their potions professor. The Hufflepuffs, of course, were the first to be "counted".

Lucius pushed Severus down on the platform. Lucius managed to slide down to perfectly straddle Severus without actually making contact. Lucius braced himself on his hands, and began to lick a trail from Severus's collarbone down the middle of his chest. Lucius hips were already thrusting, yet still failed to contact Severus where he obviously wishing for it.
Draco and Harry were off to the side, preparing for their debut. "Harry, you'll go first, because you are the Golden Boy of Hogwarts. If I start shagging you first, then we'll lose valuable arousals." Draco explained, activating part of the oil on their skins. Draco frowned slightly, and adjusted the sheen on Harry's hips. The shadow didn't work that well.

Harry pouted. "Of course you put on the sustaining oil. I hate this stuff. It takes me so long to get off..."

Draco smothered Harry's complaint with a kiss. "That is the entire point of it. You have to take your time. Or else you'll be ahead of me, and we all know that we don't want that to happen, do we?" Draco purred, messing up Harry's hair, which ultimately had no ill side effect. "I hate when I can mess up your hair, and it makes you look throughly shagged, yet I spend time and effort to no avail." Draco took his turn at pouting.

"Aren't you glad you're fucking me, and not competing with me?"
TBC...

A/N: I'm starting to get threats if i didn't post soon. I decided to write short chapters because, hey, I can. Please review, and suggest favorite poses/moves/etc.