Worth A Thousand And One

"Well this certainly changes things. Wouldn't you agree?" said a voice. "Yes, I certainly do, however, I don't think it changes much at all. In fact, its simply killing two birds with one stone!" said a second voice, very similar to the first voice. "Ahhh," a breath of amusement from the first voice, "I suppose that's why your the smart one." The owners of both voices looked down at the two young men lying on the grass beside the Hogwarts lake before each hoisting a body and disapparating to parts unknown.

*CURRENT TIME*

Draco was not a happy boy. He was making sure that whoever it was that was hauling him from the room where Potter was knew exactly how NOT HAPPY he was. "Let me go! You filthy puss-dripping boils of humanity! Vile shite-eating trolls! Werewolf-cock sucking bitches!" A sudden silencing spell saved his captors ears from further insults, but Draco heard the restrained chuckles of both villains that were still dragging him down a very long, dark hallway. The forced silence caused Draco's fears to skyrocket as his anger died without a proper vent to fan its flames. What was waiting at the end of the hall?

Severus nearly had the audacity to giggle at the great and terrible Lord Malfoy. After staring in horror, then interest, for a full 45 seconds without blinking or breathing he had slammed the photo down on his antique mahogany desk while simultaneously spinning his chair to face away from Severus to attempt to belatedly hide his reaction. But considering the man had had the unfortunate taste to wear riding breeches instead of robes and his shocking loss of his normally cold mask, Severus had seen every nuance of his reaction. Severus was lucky that he knew his friend so well and was privy to enough of the Malfoy history to know that Lucius' reaction was not so unexpected nor was it unacceptable considering the circumstances. Plus, there was Potter to consider, and he looked just as good, if not better, than Draco in the photograph.

"It was obscene! Absurd! Beautiful!" Lucius snarled at his mental processes which were betraying him. He was not his Grandfather! He was not attracted to the lithe bound form of his naked eighteen year old son! "It... It had to be Potter!" Lucius stuttered in his own mind. "Yes, of course. It would make much more sense to be attracted to the tied-up naked body of his greatest enemy of nearly two decades. Never-mind that they were enemies no longer, and it was in-fact due to Harry Potter's interference that he wasn't currently rotting in Azkaban. Any man would feel the surge of lust at such a dominance of an enemy." Feeling more at ease with the strength of his reaction to the photo, Lucius composed his features and turned his chair back around to deal with Severus. Hopefully, the man hadn't noticed much beyond the loss of his normal stoic expression. Upon seeing the slight smirk on the potions master's face, Lucius knew he had no such luck. Damn.