A/N: This contains slash, non-original characters, and lots of not age appropriate material. You are warned... or you should have noticed by now.
A/N2: Sorry about the long time between postings. I just got a writer's block.
Dumbledore smiled, watching the Grand Hall quickly turn back into its normal position. He had known Severus and the elder Malfoy were abound in the castle, and a special copy of the Mauraders map, courtesy of the meekest of the original Mauraders, had shown him that the Malfoys had been consistently using the Room of Requirement. Dobby was always a good source of information when it came to the Malfoy and Potter pair. The clever headmaster knew not to trust anything those two students didn't eat.
And what a show it was. That definitely qualifies to the more secret pensive hidden in his special armoire.
I trust the winnings were worth it, Dumbledore mused. Severus hadn't been without his glamour since somewhere in his first years of Hogwarts. A pity, surely, but Lucius probably won't stand for it much longer. A chuckle escaped as he walked toward the infamous Room of Requirement.
Draco was not happy. "Severus! get your oily hands off my Harry!" he fumed, brandishing his wand. "If you checked the results, we won. We get the book, and you do not get Harry."
Severus, running on hormones, looked at Draco blankly. Without his glamor, Harry should want him. Draco too. It should be a big Severus parade! Or orgy. Orgies are better.
Lucius stepped from the shadows. "Draco, you should know better than reasoning with a horny Severus when you have such a scrumptious specimen," Lucius drawled as he strode toward his son. "Here is the book, as promised."
Draco scowled, hugging the book toward his chest, but still glaring at the Potions master licking his Harry. No one else gets to lick him, or touch him, or anything him. There was no way he and Harry were going to lose, hence why the sexy Gryffindor was put up as collateral. But his musings were interrupted by someone opening the door to the room.
A/N: Again, sorry about the year or so wait. But yeah. Here you go.