The Snakes Wish

Chapter 1

By Trauma Queen

Disclaimer: The characters, settings, and a majority of the other details of this fan fic are JK Rowlings'. The plot is mine. This is for my enjoyment; I'm not selling this or anything.

Summary-What guy doesn't want Narcissa? Tom Riddle wants her, so does Lucius. Tom makes Lucius attempt to get her. What happens when one girl crosses two Snakes desires? PG-13 for later chapters. Review!

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Which 6th year Slytherin boy didn't lust for her? What boy at Hogwarts didn't for that matter? Narcissa Black was beautiful. That was undeniable. Her long pale blonde hair that resembled white hair only dipped in blonde pigment for a second, not long enough to really color it. The only thing was: it was natural. Her eyes were almost diamond shaped and they curved slightly inward and the corners. She was skinny, almost scarily skinny. But it was well balanced given her height of about five foot eight inches.

Lucius Malfoy was determined to 'win' Narcissa—his prize. Lucius' father had seen a picture of her and made sure his son knew that the only decent wife for him was Miss Black. Every time Lucius was home, his father badgered him about when he was going to bring home Miss Black as his betrothed. And every time the answer was, "Soon enough."

Then there was Tom Riddle; Lucius' master of sorts. He too desired Narcissa. Tom was whom most at Hogwarts categorized as either 'Dangerous' or 'Insane'. In either case, he was one to be avoided. His odd notions were not only intimidating, but they tended to rub people the wrong way with their violent natures.

Tom sat with his followers, hunched in the middle of his prefects' dorm. "Lucius, I want Miss. Black," he stated. Though the statement was loose, and open ended, Lucius concealed a cringe. 'This couldn't get any *worse*', Lucius thought.

"Yes," Lucius prompted, almost demanded, obediently nonetheless.

"And you have to get her for me. Set it up, make it happen, make her want me. I don't give a damn how. Do you hear? Just get Narcissa Black!" Tom shouted.

"Yes," Lucius said. His voice drained of any feeling it ever had.

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Narcissa walked into the Great Hall with her group of silent followers. The tried as hard as they could to be like her. They grew their hair out, dressed in the black dresses she always did and didn't talk much.

While Narcissa hardly talked, around Narcissa the girls that followed her spoke even less. They were the silent tribe that banded behind her. Hoping that some of her smooth seductive powers might rub off on them.

They didn't. The girls looked like morons and only the more-desperate-than- usual Slytherin guys went for them. Only as a substitute, though. Narcissa let them follow her though. That didn't faze her. Not many things did.

Lucius had timed this entry perfectly, one of his greater achievements, he thought. He deployed many of Tom's followers in choice locations, such as the stairway leading out of the girls' wing of dormitories. Or the stairs leading up from the damp dungeon. They communicated via the scar Tom worked many long nights to design, and find uses for.

The Dark Mark, they called it.

Lucius lifted his finger, a signal to his Master. Tom elegantly slid forward and offered an arm to Narcissa. She ignored it.

Tom tried again, this time when she refused it, he simply sat down next to her. Whether she liked it or not.

The only spot left for Lucius, however, was next to a gray toned hair Narcissa wanna-be. The girl flirted with Lucius. He only snarled and eyed Narcissa when Tom wasn't looking, and that wasn't often.

A/N-Like it? Please review! Thanks-Emily.