Chapter 3: The Conquests
For centuries, the woman in Slytherin house have been under represented by the stronger, more brutal male gender. They have been pushed around, put in their place and trained to be obedient if not by their own parents then by their fellow house mates. The last thing a man wants is a woman with a backbone. A peep does not escape their well glossed lips without a male's permission. Their only purpose in attending school is to find a pureblood male to marry, mindlessly gossip and to look pretty. Anything else, they're rendered useless.
Or something like that.
The students of Slytherin knew better than to live up to these rumors, especially the "weak" females. Dating back to the time of Salazar Slytherin's own wife whose vicious and ruthless reputation rivaled that of her own husband, the girls in silver and green hardly allowed their male counterparts to order them around. If anything, the women were more brutal than the males. Men were hardly skilled in the art of vicious gossip that could ruin a fellow student's reputation permanently if leaked. Men did not know the maneuvers that the hip required while sauntering down the hall. They did not know how to send spine tingling looks with a single smirk and perfectly planned arch of a plucked eyebrow. What they did know was how to submit to the desires and of the women without realizing it.
The trick was to simply give them the illusion that they were in charge when in reality, they were slowly being wrapped around the female's newly manicured finger.
Some women were better at this scheming manipulation than others. Bellatrix Black for example hardly even pretended to be subtle when influencing any man she wished to do her bidding. She tended to work on the whim, not bothering to plan, just to act because she was bored or angry by use of her power and ruthless determination rather than sly cunning. Bellatrix Black, contrary to popular belief, was not the only female snake to ensnare a man through her dormant venom.
Colette Travers, Slytherin's most illustrious female to ever clad the silver and green tie, was at the time only known to a few males for her merciless ambition. A very small portion of them were clever enough to figure out they were merely being used as her puppet, continuing to be entranced by the slow lick of her lips, her preplanned body language and a number of delicate movements that she had perfected.
Among this small minority of men who were immune to Collete's seductive purring and eye lash batted included Lucius Malfoy, which was the reason why Colette was glaring daggers at him from across the common room. Her dark legs were crossed, her arms were folded across her ample chest, and, being that her skirt was rolled up an impressive number of times and that the buttons of her blouse exposed a very large amount of cleavage, she wasn't leaving much for the beholder to imagine.
Naturally, that didn't stop the many eyes of the males in the room from allowing their imaginations to run wild. Lucius Malfoy, whom Witch Weekly had just dubbed the richest bachelor in the Wizarding world, was not one of those men and it made Colette furious. She had worked hard on keeping his attention, involving endless sacrifice on her part including skipping several classes to fulfill his needs in many creative locations, yet it all proved worthless since his full focus was on that little blonde brat. This said Blonde Brat did not even know how to properly use her mouth as she made apparent by actually talking and not indulging in more leisure activities that Colette knew for a fact that Lucius preferred.
Scowling, she tore her dark eyes away from the disgusting scene. No matter, she decided, there were plenty more rich snakes in the snake pit.
Scrutinizing the common room carefully, she ruled out Rodolphus Lestrange as a potential puppet. Though he was rich and obviously a mindless candidate, he was already claimed by Bellatrix Black whose hold on him was as tight as her grip. Rabastan Lestrange was also ruled out since, being the youngest Lestrange, he wasn't set to inherit nearly as much as Rodolphus.
Regulus Black caught Colette's sight next but, though the Blacks were one of the oldest and most prestigious families in all of Europe, their old money wasn't as impressive as it had once was before their increasing number of bloodtraitors. Besides, he was ridiculously young. Colette would only condescend to seduce the ridiculously old as they would most likely die first.
You see, the men weren't the only snakes after power. Women, even those mindless trophy wives who did whatever their parents told them, were just as relentless as any man. They sought after their prey, or rather potential husband, with meek poise and skill. While Colette admitted, this was a fine attribute she prefered the more agressive and more knowledgable skill of seduction. She had no problem seducing power to her will since power meant wealth and to her, wealth was ultimate goal.
After mentally declining Avery, who was betrothed, Rookwood, whose second hand uniform made it obvious about his financial status, Wilkes, whose family was just recovering from a high profile scandal involving galleon laundering, Colette was beginning to plan out her hostile takeover of the Blonde Brat's position. However, before she got ready to saunter over to Lucius's lap, she noticed that Alec Zabini was nearly drooling as he was staring at her.
Colette, being highly used to this sort of attention, did not think much of it until she realized that Mr. Zabini's grandfather had just died and he was said to have inherited an impressive fortune. She smirked seductively at him, adding a small wave. He blushed, looking away quickly.
This would only be too easy.
Nabbing Lucius Malfoy had involved careful planning and scheming in order to call him a conquest. Conquest to males simply included bedding the woman but Colette's triumphs were highly more complex and involved more work than simple compliments and charm. A conquest to Colette meant complete and utter takeover of the male's free will. He wasn't a conquest until he was buying her presents for no reason, until his opinion would change with no incentive but her pout, until she was the only thing he could think about. Colette had had many of these males, each of which had been disposed of after exceeding their use. However, now Colette was nearing the end of her seventh year and was looking for a spouse of rich yet simple minded proportions. Lucius Malfoy, being what Colette had thought a desperate sixth year, was supposed to have been that man.
"Something catch your eye, Zabini, dear?" she asked innocently as she sat next to him, making sure her legs brushed against his.
He was at a loss for words. "I-I-I just s-saw something th-that, um, that I-I—nothing, i-it was n-nothing," he managed to stutter. His brown eyes were avoiding her own near black ones. She smirked. Zabini would be an easy victory.
"Nothing at all?" she asked, resting her hand on his upper thigh. "Not even.. me?"
She felt his face become warmer, his eyes following Colette's dark hands as they traveled up his leg. "Er—Y-Y-Yes.. you c-caught my eye," he admitted weakly.
She smiled, kissing his cheek and making sure her lips lingered longer than necessary. "You're sweet," she whispered huskily, her tongue grazing across his ear.
He whimpered feebly.
"Something the matter?" Colette asked, planting kisses down his jaw. He shook his head quickly, biting his quivering lip.
"You're such a gentleman, Alec" she purred, her hand traveling to rest on his belt. "I wish more blokes would be like you."
The quivering extending to his entire jaw.
Because they were in the middle of the common room, their spectacle gathered many viewers. Most of the audience who bothering to watch Colette easily seduce Zabini rolled their eyes and defamed Colette's reputation amongst themselves. Most of the defamers were indeed girls. The male audience on the most part were sniggering at Zabini's prude and not to mention pathetic behavior at having one of the prettiest girls in the school give her attention to him. Some were merely glaring, believing that that they were the ones who deserved her hands nearly down their pants.
Others though, were above giving Colette the satisfaction of knowing they were paying attention. Others like Lucius Malfoy which was exactly what Colette wanted. She always got what she wanted.
A professional at causing a scene and keeping an audience entertained, Colette straddled Alec's lap. Leaning in close to him, she wrapped her arms around his neck and sighed dramatically. "Oh, Alec," she began loudly, deciding that it was time for revenge against a certain blonde with bad taste, "You keep me so much more mentally and not to mention physically stimulated than anyone else."
He gulped, opening his mouth to speak but no sound escaped. He was still recovering from Colette coming over and sitting next to him.
"I've yet to have a real man this year, I do hope you're nothing like those boys," she continued, resisting the urge to shoot a look at Lucius who was said to have been blushing furiously as the Blonde Brat whispered what sounded like "ignore her". Lucius denied all this later of course. "They have no idea what they're doing at all. I figure this is why they turn to the only prepubescent brats who'll have them."
Alec was gaping at her rather dumbstruck, oblivious to the attention Colette was getting him. Though Alec was transfixed by Colette's very being, he was perhaps the last person she was taking notice of. She did take notice of the snickers—including Bellatrix's but that stopped once the brat comment about her sister was said—from some students that she had caused. She heard the gasps and saw the gawks and met them with a silent smirk of her own. Her smirk only widened when, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Lucius Malfoy's arm being held back by the blushing Blonde Brat.
Colette almost grinned.
She didn't have too much time to take pleasure from that embarrassed and furious look on his face because Alec Zabini whom she remembered she was sitting on, suddenly found courage.
"I-I could show you a real man…"
To put it lightly, Colette was very taken aback. She raised a brow at him, finding herlself smirking. "Excuse me?"
"Y-You heard me.." he said quietly, for the first time in their entire conversation meeting her eyes.
She paused but she could no longer contain herself and burst into laughter. It was genuine laughter, not the preplanned, fake chuckle that she saved for those terrible jokes of rich men or the cruel, spiteful laugh that she gave her puppets before she left them.
Alec, not knowing what a true compliment it is to behold Colette Travers' true laugh, flushed brightly at being laughed at, pushed her off him and headed toward his dorm, his head down in order to hide his bright red face. Colette contained herself long enough to go after him, not even bothering to take in whatever reaction Lucius Mafoy was showing.
"Where are you going?" she asked, smiling brightly.
"To my room," he mumbled, refusing to look at her.
"Oh good, that's the perfect place to show me what a real man you are," she said with a devious smirk. He looked up hopefully and, at meeting her smirk, nearly beamed. He thought he was about to make his own conquest apparently.
Holding his arm out to her, confidence renewed, he ignored the hoots coming from the immature third years and the "Ow, ows!" from his fellow seventh years and the eye rolls from everyone else. Colette was acutely aware of all of this. Always one to keep her audience begging for more, after taking Alec's hand, she turned back around and blew a kiss at her former beau who scowled and mockingly caught it, patting it to his heart. She smirked at him.
It was then that Colette decided that Lucius Malfoy would no longer be getting any kisses to his heart. From that point on, Alec Zabini would be the only one receiving kisses from her.
As for his heart, a knife would do when the time comes.
But, while walking with him to his room, it dawned on her that she was a snake. Snakes don't play with muggle toys such as knives, oh no.
Kissing him lightly as he held the door open for her, she decided venom would be more appropriate.
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A/N: Meh, not very happy with this chapter. Ohh well, I'm just glad I got it up. Thanks for the reviews guys! I just got one today out after all these weeks and that totally just got me doing this so every review really does help! Thanks!
Oh and I'm taking requests for the pairing of the next chapter which I swear will be so much better than this one. Slytherin/Slytherin only please. :D
