Won and Lost

A/N: I posted this originally at The Silver Snitch in Response to Wendy\'s Sequined Sensation Challenge.

Saw the movie \"Sweet November\" for the first time the other day, and nearly died of heart failure when I laid my eyes upon Jason Isaacs in a green dress. Just gotta love that gorgeous man...sigh...ahem. So my mind cooked up this simple and hopefully easy challenge: Put Lucius Malfoy in a green dress and have him say this line from the movie: \"It\'s not a dress. It\'s a sequined sensation!\" I don\'t care how you do it, why he\'s wearing it, whatever. Just please have in in a relationship with Harry and have Severus, Draco, and any other characters you\'d like in the fic. Can be a one shot, or part of a new fic you\'ve got going.

This is one of my attempts at humor. =D Also, here\'s one of the images Wendy put up in her challenge: http://www.sequined-sensation.me.uk/November/sn227.jpg (Sorry, you\'ll have to cpoy and paste it!) As a side note, if you look at the link, you\'ll notice the word \'Minx\' in the left hand corner of the pic. That font is called \'parseltongue\'. I find the irony in it, don\'t you? Ok, I\'ll shut up now!! Thanks again Wendy for inspiring this wonderful little plot bunny!!!


Disclaimer: I don\'t own this stuff, JKR does. Please don\'t sue!!

They were sitting down in the dungeons in Severus\' living quarters playing poker. It was Saturday afternoon, and the four men had been doing this for many months now. They played poker, drank, and made ridiculous bets. Today was different, though. Harry had plans for his lover if he lost, and he was going to lose big.

Draco noticed the smirk plastered on the young Griffindor\'s face and raised an eyebrow. \"You\'re grinning like the Cheshire Cat, Potter. You know that\'s your tell.\"

Harry just looked at Draco and batted his brilliant green eyes innocently, \"Whatever do you mean, Malfoy?\"

The young blonde just shook his head. \"Ok, gentlemen, ante up,\" drawled Lucius, who was the dealer for this hand.

Everyone threw in their knuts and looked at their cards. Harry was dealt four spades, the Jack, Queen, King, and Ace. He couldn\'t believe his luck! He looked at the six of hearts and discarded it. \"I do believe it\'s my bet,\" he said.

When Lucius dealt him his replacement, Harry almost jumped to his feet. It was the ten of spades; he had a royal flush. With that, he placed 4 galleons down. The other three followed his lead. Within minutes, Draco and Severus were watching in amusement as the lovers bantered back and forth betting.

\"I\'ll see your 6 galleons and raise you 7 sickles,\" Harry said in a sing-song voice.

Lucius laughed and pushed his whole pile of wizarding money into the pot, \"I\'ll see that and raise you everything I\'ve got.\"

Harry smirked. I\'m going to win every bit of money he brought today, and get to see him in a dress!

Harry met his bet, and a twinkle came to his eyes. \"I\'ll see that, and raise you this.\"

He took out a piece of parchment and scribbled something down, signing it with a flourish. The elder Malfoy took the parchment and read it.

If I lose, I\'ll be Harry\'s/Lucius\' date for the Yule ball, and I\'ll wear a dress of the chosing of the winner. I will also act and speak like a drag queen.

Lucius raised an eyebrow at his young lover, certain that he was going to win, and signed the parchment. Then, he called and lay down his cards. \"A straight flush, beat that!\"

Harry slumped his shoulders and bowed his head, \"Damn, all I got was a royal flush.\" With that he pulled all of the money toward him, along with the parchment.

Draco and Severus howled with laughter when they read the bet on the paper. \"Father... *gasp*...you\'ve...*gasp*...got...*gasp*...to...*gasp*...wear...*gasp*...a dress!\"

The elder Malfoy turned a brilliant shade of red. His gray eyes gleamed in malice at his best friend and son. Through gritted teeth he answered, \"Don\'t make me hex you boy.\"

That statement only illicited more laughter, and even Harry joined in that time. \"Don\'t worry love, you won\'t have to stay for long. We\'ll only eat and dance one dance, then we can go.\"

Lucius growled. It seemed that the poker game was over for the day. Harry made his way back to his own personal quarters with Lucius in tow. Once they arrived, the older man erupted.

\"You\'d humiliate me in front of all of our friends and the students at this school?!? A dress! A Dress!!\"

Harry shook his head. \"Lucius, you didn\'t have to sign it, you know.\"

With that, it dawned on Harry that Lucius was so sure that he\'d win. The older man wanted to see Harry in a dress!!! This is going to be good, Harry thought.

\"So,\" Harry said, \"Since the ball isn\'t but a week away, we\'ll have to go get your dress tomorrow. And, we\'ll probably have to go to muggle London to get it.\"

Lucius growled again and left the room. He paced in the kitchen for hours trying to get out of wearing a dress to the ball. His son would be there, and his best friend. What will Dumbledore think?

The next day, Harry took him to London. They spent hours finding the right dress for Lucius. The entire time, he tried despirately to talk Harry out of the bet. But, Harry would have none of it. He kept reminding Lucius of the time he had to dance naked in a shop window in Diagon Alley because of a bet he lost. Suddenly, something sparkeled in the corner of Harry\'s eye. He walked over to an emerald green sequined party dress. \"This one,\" he announced.

Lucius blanched. \"It\'s...it\'s...I can\'t wear that!! It\'s green and sparkley, and it\'s short!\"

Harry asked the lady to help him find one in his lovers size and he made him try it on. Of course, it was a perfect fit everywhere but in the bust. Harry remedied that with a bra and some socks.

The elder Malfoy was crestfallen as they made their way back to Hogwarts. He was going to have to wear a dress, in public, and act like a drag queen.

The next week went by very quickly and with each passing day, Lucius\' mood got darker while Harry\'s got brighter. The night before the ball, again, Lucius tried to convince his lover to let him out of the bet. Harry wouldn\'t relent, though.

For the ball, Harry dressed in robes of the deepest red, to compliment the green dress of Lucius. He even helped the older man apply his make-up and fix his hair. The two arrived after everyone got settled in the great hall.

As they entered, 200 pairs of eyes followed them up to the staff table. Whispers and supressed giggles sounded all over the room. Severus and Draco, both sitting at the staff table merely bowed their heads so that Lucius couldn\'t see the laughter about to burst from them both. Dumbledore looked at the man and immediately knew that he\'d lost a bet to Harry. His eyes twinkled with mirth as a wide grin spread across his face.

Suddenly, there was a cat call from across the room. With that, Draco and Snape both lost it. Snape doubled over in a fit and Draco managed to slip out of his chair onto the floor. Lucius merely straightened up and looked daggers at the two. After the feast, most of the staff asked questions and Harry, being a mischievious little bastard, made Lucius answer them all.

\"So, you lost a bet, did you?\" Minerva asked.

Lucius replied with an awful lisp that is stereotypical of some one \'acting\' gay. \"Yes, I did, Minerva, but I have to admit, Harry\'s got impeccable taste.\"

She raised an eyebrow and watched Harry for a moment. \"He does? Lucius, you\'re in a dress.\"

He waved his hand in the air, \"Girl, this isn\'t a dress, it\'s a sequined sensation!\"

Minerva choked back laughter as she shook her head and back away from the man.

Harry leaned in to his lover, \"Care to dance?\"

Deep down, Lucius didn\'t want to dance, but he knew that if he did, then they could leave. He could feel the eyes of everyone in the place on them, and he could still hear his son\'s laughter. I\'ll get that little spoiled fuck sooner or later. Lucius thought.

By the end of the night, everyone realized what was going on and commended the elder Malfoy on his bravery and his acting skills. Dumbledore knew that this Yule ball would be one for the history books.