Chapter 1

Our story takes place on a cold winters day, with Voldemort pacing back and forth in his office in Hogwarts.
"I know I should be happy." He mused to himself. "What with Dumbledore dead, and Hogwarts conquered." He paused, and bowed his head for a meaningful silence. "I am invincible, and I do have Wormtail's head mounted on a plaque on my wall." He paused once more, and saluted Wormtail's silent screaming head. "But something's wrong." Voldemort gritted his teeth, and a bloodcurdling scream rang through the air. "What's missing?" He slid dejectedly to the floor, as Lucius Malfoy opened the door cautiously, and ran in hurriedly. Voldemort looked up, and stood up and eagerly grabbed onto Lucius's robes.

"Lucius, you can help me with my fiendish dilemma"
"Uh, yes master." Lucius answered, looking horrified. Another fresh scream was heard, and Voldemort looked towards the door, frowning slightly.
"What's all this?" His thin fingers gestured to the door.
"Oh, umm, I think Bellatrix is torturing another student randomly." Lucius replied.
"Ah, yes." Voldemort sunk into a pensive mood. "So what you're saying is the students are unhappy here"
"Unhappy, terrified, imprisoned inside here with no outside contact, it's all the same." Lucius shrugged.

"Oh, this isn't what I want at all! Oh, woe is me." Voldemort shook his head sadly. "Why does everyone hate me"
"Because you like to murder people for laughs, and everyone at Hogwarts is under your tyrannical rule Voldie." Lucius shook his head, and stammered underneath Voldemort's death glare. "I mean Voldemort. Master. Lord. Unquestioned master. Oh please don't kill me."

"I'm not going to kill you." Voldemort swept by the blubbering Lucius. "I feel that we need to boost morale here at Hogwarts, get some Gryffindors turn over to the Dark side. And in order to pull this off, Hogwarts is going to perform a"

"A disco dance?" Ginny read slowly off of the bulletin board. "What do you suppose this means?" She turned and asked Hermione, who shrugged in turn.
"I don't understand anything anymore." Hermione muttered looking down at her tattered robes. "I don't understand why the Death Eaters are here, or why we are imprisoned here." Ginny nodded her head, already hearing this millions of times before.

"Why don't you just run down to the dungeons of Snape and leave us lesser slaves toiling under Voldemort's watchful eye?" She asked Hermione sardonically, returning her attention back to the poster advertising the disco dance.
"You know I am forced to live with that-that monster, it is no free will of mine!" Hermione bristled up immediately.

"Oh Chilax." Ginny remarked coolly. "You know that I'm burdened with the title of Malfoy's sex toy. I mean at least Snape has the decency to touch you, I mean the only reason why Malfoy chose me as a bondage victim is to throw his father off the track that he is so clearly gay. Hey!" Ginny turned around excitedly. "It says that we are allowed our wands to choose our costumes for this dance. Ooh this is pretty cool. Ron! Hey, Ron!" Ginny suddenly hollered across the hall. A forlorn Ron shuffled towards them.

"What?" He asked, scowling, fingering a loose thread in the arm of his robe.
"There's going to be a disco dance!" Ginny let a squeal that seemed so unlike her.
"Oh." Ron narrowed his puffy eyes at Hermione. "I suppose you'll be going with Snape." Hermione's eyes grew unusually bright, and she stalked haughtily away.
"Don't be a bitch Ron." Ginny muttered.
"This is neither the time nor the place Ginny." Ron frowned at his sister.
"You're right." Ginny apologized. "So what are you going to wear for this disco dance?"

"I don't know, but this is a good opportunity to get Harry out of bed, or cot if you will." Ron nodded to himself congratulating himself on the good idea.
"Oh Harry." Ginny breathed in a sharp intake of breath. "Just mentioning that name puts a damper on this evenings festivities."

Harry rolled over in his sleep, and rolled off of his cot to slam onto the cold gray stone floor.
"Harry!" Harry shifted his head slightly to see Ron bound eagerly into the overstuffed room full of Gryffindor students. "Harry, there is going to be a disco dance!" He screamed waving his arms amid the groans of awaking students.
"Ron I don't care, I am in complete angst mode right now, hello!" Harry shouted, rubbing his forehead.

"But Harry, maybe Voldemort really isn't that bad. I mean a disco dance Harry! And Voldemort lets us have our wands for one day so we can magic a costume for ourselves!" Ron finished triumphantly thrusting his fist in the air, and then waving his newfound wand.
"A wand?" Harry looked meaningfully into the distance. "I'll take that wand and kill Voldemort with it!"

"Now Harry you know that's just not true, we all know that because of Voldemort's spell, if you come within a 3-inch radius to him, your manhood will fall off into millions of pieces." Ron said seriously, while Harry covered his crotch in protection. Harry closed his eyes in frustration, and when he opened them back up, Ron was holding up two shirts anxiously.
"What do you think Harry? Blue puffy shirt? Or purple puffy shirt?"

The days passed into weeks, and Hogwarts was in an uproar. Death Eaters bustled around the castle unsure how to prepare for such an event, and the students who were imprisoned at Hogwarts were starting to think Voldemort wasn't such a bad 'dude.'

On the big night of the disco dance Ginny was lazing around Draco's chamber, when Draco burst through in a fit of excitement.
"Look Ginny! A puffy shirt!" He cried, pointing to his chest proudly, and twirling around.

"Very nice Draco." She murmured without looking up from her magazine.
"You're not looking!" Draco stomped his foot in indignation. "Anywho," Draco fell carelessly against a armchair. "Why aren't you dressed for the dance yet"
"Eh." Ginny grunted.

"Oh no, you're my sex slave, and you're going to be dressed snappily." Draco said, raising his wand and thrusting it at Ginny's face. There was a loud bang, and Ginny was clad in a red cocktail dress, and her hair was swept up in a fancy twist. "Now, get up." Draco, hoisted Ginny up, and twirled her around. "Now we have to make a special appearance together at this thing. As far as my father knows, I am so beating and raping you every night, and we want him to continue thinking that."

"Draco," Ginny sighed. "Why don't you just tell Lucious that you are lusting for Harry?" There was a meaningful silence. "Ah, I see"
"Now let's get some bruises on you." Draco said, raising his hand, and slapping Ginny across the face.

"Ow, you bastard." Ginny yelled, clutching her cheek. "Do it magically asswipe!" "Oh yea," Draco murmured thoughtfully, raising his wand again. "Shall we?" He asked when he was done, offering his arm to Ginny's bruise clad one. Ginny took it, and they slowly made their way out of the room, when Draco stopped excitedly. "I almost forgot!" He cried, pulling a small vial out of his flashy leather pants. "Ginny I need your stamp of approval. I am going to slip this into Harry's punch tonight, and afterwards Harry will be hot for my sleek body."

"Yea, sure that's great." Ginny nodded approvingly. "I personally don't see what's so hot about Harry." Draco opened his mouth to reply, when Blaise burst the door.
"Look Draco! Tight pants!" He hollered, high-fiving Draco, who starting whooping wildly, and Blaise responded by doing the worm wildly.
"Ok, I'll just leave you two alone." Ginny muttered, slipping out the back door.

"What do you think Lucius?" Ginny heard the voice of Voldemort around the corner.
"Oh you look fantastic." Lucius' voice replied.
"Do you think the body glitter is too much?" Voldemort asked anxiously.
"Oh no, the body glitter is a nice touch." Lucius assured him.
"All right here we go." Voldemort said, as Ginny rounded the corner. "This is the moment of a lifetime."

"How quaint." Ginny mused, as Voldemort and Lucius burst through the doors leading into the Great Hall, and into the disco dance.