Draco's Desires

Part Twelve

The Dark Lords

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When I came to, I had a splitting headache. What had happened? I felt around until I grasped a hand. "Uhh…Ginny."

The owner of the hand groaned. "It's me, Harry, you prat."

I flinched and removed my hand promptly. "Sorry. Where's Ginny?" I sat up and rubbed my head. I looked at Potter, who looked a little more normal. At least his eyes were back to their normal green color instead of the abnormally bright light they had held earlier.

Potter sat up and looked at me. "Draco, you have blood on your head. You must have bumped it." He fumbled in the pocket of his shorts and pulled out a handkerchief. "Hold still."

"No! What are you doing?" I tried to scramble away from him.

"Draco, just sit still and let me help you. For once, let someone do something nice for you!" I sat still, glowering, and he dabbed the blood off my forehead. "It's not a bad cut. Just a scrape."

"But where's Ginny?"

A cheerful voice then called out. "Wakey, wakey, boys!" We both looked up to see Ginny, dressed in a shimmering green robe, perched up on the statue of Slytherin in one of the stone hands. She was reclining on several cushions, sparkling with magic. There was a green light just radiating off her.

I gawked at her and then looked at Potter. "Harry…I think she's gone. I mean, really really gone."

He was looking up at her too. "I don't know, Draco. Part of me wants to go sit with her up there, and part of me wants to run away. What's wrong with me?"

"I definitely want to go sit with her." Memories of earlier were flooding back. Swimming in the pool and having her in my arms. I had to go up to her. I wrapped my towel around my bare shoulders and headed towards the statue.

Potter grabbed my arm and held me back. "No, Draco. This feels strange to me."

I shoved him off. "Oh, go swim in the pool some more and then join us when you want to play with the big kids!" I looked up at Ginny.

Potter shoved me down on the ground and held me there as I struggled. "Does she look like Ginny to you? What do you think?!"

I looked up at Ginny. Her robes were low-cut and she had let the fabric fall so that one slender leg was exposed. She looked about five years older than she usually did, although she was still painfully tiny. "She looks…bloody good!"

Potter took a good look at her and his eyes flashed once. "Yes. Yes, you're right. She does." He stood up straight again and walked towards the statue. "Can we come up?"

Ginny smiled down at us. "Of course. And put these on." She tossed down two more green robes of the same shimmering material, only ours emphasized our bodies in different ways than hers did. I could almost imagine that I looked more like a man than a boy.

I admired Potter's robe and looked down at my own. "These are amazing. Where did you get these?"

"I found them." She shifted onto her stomach. "Come on up."

We were sold. We eagerly climbed on up there, hormones raging. Soon we were sitting around on the stone hand, a tangle of limbs and green fabric and light. We lay around, talking about evil things and giggling until our stomachs started to growl. "What are we going to eat? I didn't bring anything with me." So maybe I wasn't so prepared.

The majestic Ginny sat up. "That, Darling, is simple. I'll go up into the school and find something."

Potter propped himself up on his elbow. "What if you get caught?"

"I won't be. Why don't you two go back in the pool for awhile and I'll be back with food."

I pulled off the green robe so that I could go back in the water. "All right. But just be careful, Ginny. You're not immune to everything."

She gave me a wickedly sexy smile. "Oh…I wouldn't worry much." She leapt off the statue's hand, but she didn't fall. She floated to the ground.

Potter and I peered off the edge. "How are we supposed to get down?" he asked me. "That works very well for her, but she seems to have a lot more power than we do. And it looks a lot harder to get down than getting up was."

I gave him an irritated look. "Come on, Potter. Are you a dark wizard or not?"

He thought about this. "Yes…I am."

"Then jump!" I leapt off the stone hand and floated harmlessly to the ground. Potter wasn't far behind. We tossed off clothing and ran for the pool, laughing in glee at our newfound powers and carefree attitudes.

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We had had a nice swim, and a nice argument about who was a bigger prat, and were now lying on Slytherin's outstretched hand, completely spent. My eyes were green again, according to Potter, but his were only moderately brighter. I had been saying "Hail Slytherin" a lot over the past hour and Potter had been trying to shut me up. I wished he would just stop complaining and give in to it. I felt so free and happy, I couldn't believe it.

We sat up suddenly as we saw a figure approaching us, holding a silver tray with a cover. "Professor Snape!" I yelled.

Potter nearly jumped a mile and clung to my arm. "What do we do?" What was Snape doing down here, anyway? Had he caught Ginny?

Snape was walking rather stiffly, as if he had something stuck up against his back. All was explained when Ginny poked her head out from behind him. She was clinging to the back of his robes like a little child would. A very evil looking, green-eyed child. She was pressing her wand into his back threateningly. "Hello, Lords! Look what I found!"

Potter let go of my arm and leaned forward. "What are you doing with him?"

"I thought he would make a good servant." Ginny giggled. Snape pursed his lips into a thin line and was silent. She poked at him with her wand and he moved forward. He looked tired and weak, trembling as if he were in pain. I realized that he was probably sleepy, since it was no doubt in the middle of the night.

I sat up regally on the cushions and Potter did the same. I figured he would be getting a rise out of this, since he despised Snape so much. I, of course, liked Snape, but at the moment I was getting a kick out of him, having been captured by such a small girl.

Ginny and Snape came to stand in front of the statue and they looked up at us. Snape glared and he distinctly mouthed the word "Potter."

"Greetings, Professor. First off, I would like to welcome you to our Chamber of Secrets. Second off, Potter is not the one running the show here. It is Ginny Weasley and I. Potter is not yet as powerful as we are. So you will address me and Ginny as if we were your lords and masters." Oh, how I loved this! "Ginny dear, please tell us how you managed to get him down here?"

She stepped up next to Snape and grasped his hand in her small one. She grinned up at him playfully and he gazed down at her small face. Was that sadness in his eyes? It certainly wasn't anger. For a moment her eyes wavered brown. "Hello, Professor…what am I doing here?" She looked like she wanted to cry, but her eyes flickered back to green. She smiled crazily. "It was SO much fun, boys! I went up looking for food, but it all seemed like so much work. So boring."

Potter flinched slightly. "That's exactly how Tom Riddle said that same word three years ago…only he was describing Ginny."

"Ha. Ginny, boring? Come off it." I turned my head back.

"I wanted to enlist someone who could help us get anything we wanted from the castle. And Snape was prowling around when he should have been in bed. Bad Snapey!" She hugged his arm and he flinched. "So I decided to use him." She laughed gleefully. "So I ran up to him, sobbing and crying as if I had gotten myself in some horrible scratch of trouble. He was very shocked to see me and he said, 'What are you doing here? How did you get in here?' and I said, 'Oh, it was just horrible!' and threw myself into his arms for protection. But I took his wand out of his pocket at the same time." She grinned, proud of her newfound powers of feminine persuasion.

"He looked down at me and lifted my chin. 'Weren't your eyes brown…?' he asked me. It was then that he knew something was up. 'I don't know. Were they?' I asked him and then I pulled my wand on him. I persuaded him to come down here."

"How did you do that?" Potter was watching her with fascination.

"Oh…" she said indifferently, "I used the Cruciatus Curse." Snape shuddered visibly.

A voice in my head said to me, That is not your sweet Ginny. Your Ginny wouldn't know that curse, and would never use it! Shake out of it, Draco! But I brushed it aside. "I'm so impressed!" And I was.

"So, once he was wandless, and in pain, and knew that I could even perform the death curse on him if I wanted to, he decided to be oh so well behaved! And I just love him!" She closed her eyes and hugged Snape's arm tightly. He was looking up at us like we had something to do with this. No one could believe that sweet little Ginny would be capable of doing anything like this on her own, but she'd bloody show them! I'm not sure that she wasn't even controlling us…"

Potter hopped off the statue's hand and walked up to Snape. He took the platter from him. "Thanks so much for you assistance, Professor." Potter made a haughty little bow and set up our dinner on a large rock formation on the floor. Snape watched Potter, but he didn't give him any dirty looks. In fact, he looked frightened for us, especially for Ginny. He must have had the idea that we were not ourselves. After all, Potter was unusually smug (not to mention hanging out with me), I was being disrespectful to the leader of my House, and Ginny was using the Cruciatus Curse. This was very out of character for all of us. Snape always blamed Potter for everything, but even Potter couldn't have executed such evil. We were just kids, after all, and this was strong dark power. But I'm getting ahead of myself…

Ginny was still holding onto Snape's hand, rubbing her eyes. "I'm sleepy."

"She's going to pass out now," I warned Snape. "She needs to go back into the pool."

"The pool?" Snape picked up Ginny's limp form as soon as she sagged against him.

"Never you mind!" Potter snapped. "Let's eat, Draco."

"Put Ginny over there on that pile of cushions, would you? We'll take care of her once we're full." I sat next to Potter.

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So this is what being the Dark Lord is all about. Hanging out in your own special Chamber, playing in a spectacular pool, and showing your Potions teacher who's boss. And we were gaining such spectacular powers, it wouldn't be long until we were the greatest dark wizards in the world. This was turning out better than I thought. Move over, Lord Voldemort!

Draco Malfoy, Ginny Weasley, and Harry Potter are coming through!

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