The Enchantment

                                      Of Want

A/N: Na na, you'll just have to read to find out! Hopefully you at least get some hint from the title! Please R/R!

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*Short Prequel*

A figure in a dark cloak swished into the library. Catlike, it stepped over the rope sectioning the restricted section from the rest of the dusty, school volumes.

 "Ah…" It whispered. It sat down on the floor and was looking at an interesting Enchantment book. Laying it down neatly, it picked out another volume, "Enchantments of Wanton".

 "This is what I want" It hissed just above a whisper. Then a sudden clatter was heard at the entrance of the library. Invisible, the cloaked marauder slinked out into the hallway, never to be seen until daybreak.

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*Hermione Grangers P.O.V.*

 "Ron!" She hissed. Her, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter had snuck into the library for a bit of research, concerning dragons.

 "Shut up! I thought I heard something back there" Harry pointed towards the end of the library, the restricted section.

 Ron grabbed a reading lamp off of a table and switched it on. A small bit of the library was briefly illuminated, before the lamp flickered, and died.

 "Bugger" Ron muttered.

 "Look" Hermione said, "Let's just go back to the common room, it's late, and frankly, I don't want to be caught here!"

 "Alright" Harry agreed with her. Then he threw the cloak over them, and they snuck out of the library as quiet as mice.

 In the girls dormitory's, Hermione lay in her bed, thinking.

 "I wonder what was in the library? Or who, rather. Or perhaps it was a 'what'.

 "Oh God" She said. "I'm not even thinking straight!" And with that, she twisted around in her bed, and fell asleep. But the nights' adventures were far from over.

*Draco Malfoys P.O.V.*

 "Urgh" He thought. He felt an odd sensation in his stomach. Like something was going to happen.

 "But that is preposterous" He said to himself. Life at Hogwarts was so boring it wasn't even funny.

*Somewhere else in the Hogwarts castle*

The cloaked figure spread Enchantments of Wanton over its knees and read aloud:

 "Give the desired an Enchantment of Wanton, with this whatever they say shall be un-daunten",

 "Draco Malfoy" The figure hissed loudly.  

*Dracos P.O.V.*

Draco Malfoy shot up into a sitting position. It was loud, but nothing could wake the only sleeping boulders in the vicinity.

 "Oh, I don't feel good. I could vomit!" Draco slurred hazily. And with the end of his sentence he leaned over the side of his four poster, and wretched, all over the floor. Draco sat back up again, and put a hand against his forehead. He did feel rather warm. Then it struck him how chilly it had gotten throughout the dungeons.

 "Jeez, it's cold" he muttered. Then a sudden breeze filtered through the window. The closed window.

 "No that was weird" Draco said. "I must be hallucinating".

 "AAAAAUGH!" He screamed. A toy Elvis Presley had floated into his vision! And it was playing the Hawiian Wedding song on its miniature guitar!

 Finding this to be too much, Draco cursed the toy under his breath.

 "I'm just fine, nothings going to hurt me" He said. This was a consolation he had always said, no matter how babyish it sounded, it always worked. And particularly this time. Draco now felt great, like a million Galleons!

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Roses are Red,

Violets are blue,

I only own one spell here,

So please don't sue!

As mentioned in the poem, I only own the spell! So who is the mysterious cloaked figure? What has happened to Draco? Tell me when you review! (Hint, hint!) Special thank to Microsoft Word, who actually didn't screw up on me (OMG can you believe that?! Me either!) Never mind… it just did. Darn, I cursed myself… Review, or I'll set the evil, word chomping Microsoft word on you!!