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Frog: I am still writing chapters! Just not the ones I posting. I also sometimes have to go back and change things in earlier chapters.... So much slash in this story I really have no idea about. I never knew Draco was into Harry. But now.... I see it all.

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Splodge: You understand him very well. I think he would probably kill Harry for kissing Hermione let alone fucking her. Draco walking in on Snape/Dumbledore would send him to therapy for the rest of his days and would ruin his ambition to rule the world. I do not wish to know who has screwed your mistress but tell her she better have used protection. One Shadow is all I can handle.

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AN: This chapter contains mild reference to sex and violence. It also contains an irrate Draco. I'd like to thanks all my reviewers you guys are fantastic. Also my friends who cajoled me to write when I thought I didn't want to. You guys are brill.

Chapter Five

The Attack

The last of the younger year prefects left, glancing longing back at the seventh years who were forming the circle for truth or dare. The head boy and head girl seemed remarkably unkeen to participate but the threat that kept them there was that if they left they'd be the butt of all the dares. Hermione was also not that keen, her sleep though restful had not caught up on all her hours lost, and she was still tired. Ron however was almost jumping for a chance at revenge. Seeing however as it was Malfoy's turn to ask that possibility was unlikely.

Malfoy pulled himself onto a couch and lay spread out over it. Lithliya was sitting next to him, her eyes clouded with lack of sleep worse than Hermione's. "Pansy, truth or dare?" Pansy squealed with alarm. She had not been expecting that.

"Dare." She said hurriedly in high tones, alarmed and wondering Draco's ulterior motive for asking her. Any motive in fact for asking her.

"Give Weasley a hand job."

"What!?" Her voice echoed off the walls. Lithliya flinched at the sound, Harry was containing his laughter and Ron was panicking. The rest of the common room seemed to be absorbed in complete mirth.

"Well we're all seventh years. And I think we can move on to more adult things than kissing. Go on. It's not like you have never done it before. In that corner. We won't watch. Trust me. It's dark. Go on." Pansy got up scowling. Ron followed her, glaring at Malfoy who amicably waved and called out, "Watch her nails, they're on the sharp side." Malfoy allowed himself a smile.

That meeting had decided what the course of action for the prefects was going to be. Which was very little. The teachers had set down the boundaries and there wasn't much the prefects could do except making sure that all the students were walking about in threes or more. Harry however had done a rousing speech which had invigorated all students except the Slytherins and Hermione. The backlash of it was Malfoy was in a spiteful mood.

The students laughed and joke with each other for five minutes or so, pretending they weren't straining to hear every sound that came from the corner. By the end of the five minutes they didn't have to strain. Ron was making quite a bit of noise... Hermione felt sick and covered her ears. Draco noticed this and smirked at her. Harry noticing the smirking glowered at Malfoy before turning to distract Hermione from the sounds through conversation of their Potions essay.

Ron and Pansy came back into the circle a minute later. Suppressed giggling spread round the circle as the pair sat down on opposite sides of the circle. Ron's face matched his hair and the top button on his trousers wasn't done up. Pansy had her face flushed slightly pink and she was grinning like a cat. "Parkinson I thought I said hand job." Draco reprimanded looking at her mouth. Pansy's eyes widened as she wiped her hand across her mouth, her face now very pink. Groans of merry disgust passed round the circle.

"My turn." Pansy said pompously trying to overcome her sudden fall from grace. She eyed the circle meanly. Her eyes rested upon Harry, whose face fell spectacularly. "Truth... or dare?" She asked milking her power over her audience for all she could.

"Truth." Harry said not wanting to repeat Ron's actions.

Pansy's fat face fell. She huffed then thought. "Are you a virgin?" She asked snubbing her nose and eyeballing him in what he supposed she thought was a seductive action. It looked rather like a dead fish's head being rolled about.

Harry suppressed his smile. "No." He said calmly, memories arising. Hermione was ogling him with surprise and Ron was grinning knowingly. Hermione looked to Ron for confirmation and Ron smiled and nodded. Pansy was now sulking.

Harry glanced round the circle. He'd been too concerned with his truth to worry about his turn afterwards. "Malfoy." A hiss of breath came from around the circle. The tension mounted and the whole circle waited with baited breath. "Truth or dare?"

Malfoy smirked. "Dare." Harry hid his disappointment well. He had wanted to find out about what Malfoy was up to and what he knew about the Death Eater attacks. A dare for Malfoy... "Kiss Hermione's feet." Hermione yelped and pulled her feet close to her body, glaring at Harry. Harry shrugged. Ron was laughing maliciously at Malfoy whilst the rest of the circle were whispering to each other.

"Revenge is sweet." Harry whispered to her as Malfoy pulled himself up cockily. Hermione yelped and smacked Harry's arm looking helplessly up at the tall Slytherin King. She gulped and let him take her foot. She looked away as he bent and kissed her feet, kissing them just above the toes, barely brushing them with his lips but enough to cause her to moan into the seat she was burying herself into. Harry and Malfoy however both heard her. Malfoy grinned and put her feet down gently whilst Harry looked annoyed that his plan had backfired.

Malfoy swaggered back to his couch and spread back down on it. Revenge was sweet. "Truth or dare, Hermione?" He asked just as her face appeared out the couch. She glared at him and took a minute to think.

"Dare." She said unexpectedly. Harry sent Malfoy a warning with his eyes and Ron moved unconsciously closer to her. Malfoy just smiled at them serenely. He was idly thinking of what would piss Harry off most. Undoubtedly something with himself involved.

"I dare you to go into that black corner. For five minutes. And stand completely still." Everyone eyed Draco in shock. He nodded for her to go.

"What's the catch?" She asked standing up and dusting herself off. Harry and Ron were watching Malfoy keenly.

Malfoy arose from his couch again and put a hand on the small of her back to guide her into the darkness. "You're not going to be alone." Little squeaks erupted from the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls and they dissolved into helpless giggling. Harry and Ron looked at each other and grudgingly knew they could not do anything.

The next five minutes passed in idle chatter except between Harry and Ron who were mutually agreed to listen and wait until a reason presented itself for the skinning alive of Malfoy. Lithliya was also not chattering, instead she had taken up residence of Malfoy's couch and to all intents and purposes seemed to be sleeping. Though neither Harry nor Ron thought she was. She was probably like them listening to any sound that came from the corner.

Contrary to this the only sound actually coming from the corner was the hushed voice of Malfoy whispering and the occasional gasp from Hermione. When she came back the boys were happy to discover her clothes were in the exact right place and that Malfoy's were too. They were not so happy that her pupils were dilated, her face flushed, her breathing erratic and she crossed her legs as soon as she sat down.

Malfoy arrived back in his seat, stretching out over the part Lithliya wasn't occupying and resting his head on her lap. She looked down at him amusedly and he smiled up at her coyly. "I think," the head boys voice came from the other side of the room. "We should call it a night." Everyone nodded. Although none of the Ravenclaws or Hufflepuffs had been involved with that nights activity they were very glad they hadn't been. But it had been great to watch.

The prefects trooped out heading to the Great Hall five minutes late for dinner. The older students grinned when the saw the Gryffindors and Slytherins as their faces flushed and uniforms muddled. Tell tales signs of mischief.

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Malfoy was sleeping deeply by the time the witching hour came on. He had neglected to do his Potions essay for the following morning but he'd feed Snape some line about late night problems with one of the first years and Snape would smirk and let him off. No, no worries, no concerns, Draco was sleeping peacefully.

The swearing in all Slytherins had been required to do had gone swimmingly. All had sworn in and all knew the price of betrayal. Spells and curses accompanied the swearing in meaning betrayers would never be able to hide. Pity Voldemort had not had that sense. Malfoy also knew that none of the Death Eaters lurking in the school would have known what was going on. Lithliya had put a charm around the Quidditch pitch stopping anyone from seeing anything but an empty moonlit pitch.

His dreams were of Crabbe losing his broom and smashing some second year Gryffindor into a wall because he thought he'd hidden it. And of Potter marrying Weasley, one of the male ones, with that daft old bat Dumbledore presiding. Regular dreams that reflected the memories of obscure thoughts throughout the day. Nothing important and nothing he'd ever remember in the morning.

His sleep was interrupted by several bangs. His eyes opened in a flash and he jumped out of bed. He pulled on some boxers from his wardrobe and pulled on his school robes that hung on a peg at the back of the door. He hurried down the stairs pushing passed bleary-eyed boys before he could find the problem. He reached the common room and yet still no cause for the disturbance. He heard girls screaming and turned round in a flash to the girls staircase. The first girl appeared to his sight, she was sobbing and screaming, running in blind terror she reached the bottom of the staircase and collapsed.

"Get her out the way," Malfoy ordered to a nearby burly sixth year, before charging towards the stairs. An invisible barrier stopped him from going up them. He slammed his fist into the wall, jarring his arm. "Get down here now." He swore as two frightened second years appeared into his vision. Damn these charms, how could stopping boys coming into the girls dormitories really help anybody? If you had a rendezvous you had it in an empty classroom or on the boy's bed.

"Anyone up there get down here now!" He yelled as loud as he could up the staircase. He was about to turn away to question the less hysterical girls who came down second when a gaggle of girls came tearing down the staircase yelling. He moved out their way scanning them for injuries or higher than 5th years. The girls all just seemed scared but without any injuries. Nor were there any of the higher years in amongst them. "Sit down and shut up." He ordered the girls who promptly took seats around the common room. Several boys went to join them; brothers, cousins, friends.

"Zabini, get any intelligent people you can and try to figure out a fucking counter spell for this fucking barrier!" He ordered the 7th year who had just appeared at the foot of the stairs looking confused. Zabini became alert at once and nodded grabbing another 7th year and then two 6th and the 5th year male prefect behind him as he dragged them upstairs. Malfoy then turned to the girls. He looked for one that was rational and not in tears. "What happened?" He spoke as clearly and calmly as he could.

"I don't know." She hiccuped and Draco reminded himself it wasn't good to use violence against women. "I heard screaming then I came out my room and there was this man." Malfoy looked up sharply, his upper lip twitched. "He was wearing black and he jumped out at us and we ran." She hiccuped again.

"Which direction had he come from and which direction was he going to?" Malfoy asked slowly as he possibly could. His hands were clenched tightly into fists at his side.

"I don't know, he was just standing there, like he was waiting." She hiccuped again. "Then he went off up the stairs."

"And where does that lead?" Malfoy asked his voice tight and strained.

"The 4th year dormitories." She answered meekly, hiccuping. Malfoy smiled sadistically and raised his hand above his head, it was still in a fist. The girl noticed it and Malfoy saw true fear in her eyes.

He dropped the fist after ten seconds. The whole common room was silent looking at Malfoy. "Those hiccups were annoying me." He commented before turning round to look back at the barrier. A dry chuckle echoed round the common room.

The chuckle had just died when the majority of the 4th and 5th female Slytherin students at Hogwarts came running down the stairs. Malfoy was this time not so happy with his scan. Most of the girls were fine, their pjs covering them, no injuries to show. However the ones closer to the rear of the convoy had clothes ripped, red patches of skin, the occasional splatter of blood.

Draco grabbed one that flew past him spinning her round to face him. She looked up at him with panic in her eyes before recognition faded in. "It's a Death Eater. I don't know which one his face is covered. We didn't have time to fetch our wands. He's got Lithliya up there, she is knocked out. And he told the rest of us to leave but the 6th and 7th years refused to. But he said he only wants the prefects."

"Bastard." Malfoy muttered to himself, letting the girl go and pounding his fist on the stairs.

"What's going on in here?" Snape's voice echoed through the hushed common room. Malfoy whirled around to see the professor standing by the stone wall entrance.

"There's a Death Eater. He's got the Head girl and prefects captured." Draco spat out the words. Snape glanced him over then dived up the staircase. Malfoy came closer to the barrier and poke it. It was still there. Must only apply to students.

A quiet reigned over the house for a minute or two, all below straining to hear of anything above. The first sign of life was a blonde head appearing from the spiral staircase. "I hope he gets castrated." The blonde was saying to someone behind her. The blonde head looked forwards and her eyes met Malfoy's. "Good evening, Mr Malfoy." The sarcastic tones of the head girl relieved the common room. Behind her appeared several 6th and 7th years looking worse for wear.

Malfoy took in Lithliya with a glance. She was wearing black satin pyjamas which made her head seem more golden and her eyes more blue. The only thing marring her was a dark red line running down her forehead. He morphed his face into a cold expression. "Why do I think some of the situation could have been avoided if you'd acted sensibly?"

Lithliya returned his cold stare. "Shall we go and talk Mr Malfoy?" She asked putting his aristocratic voice. Snape came down at that moment. He was breathing heavily and bore the marks of a struggle.

"He's gone. He won't be back tonight. You can all return to your rooms. Your proper rooms please. They'll be an announcement in the morning telling you what you'll need to know for next time." With that he stalked out, his robes flying out behind him.

Malfoy turned to the Slytherins who looked to him for orders. "None of the girls are to return to their dormitories. You are to stay with the boys, the beds are big enough. And if you find yourself a gentlemen then you can boot them out and some can sleep on the couches." The girls laughed timidly. "To bed, Slytherins, to bed." He clapped his hands and there was a flurry of movement.

Malfoy took Lithliya's wrist and pulled her up the stairs, all the other years flattening themselves against the walls to make way for the King and Queen. He pushed her into his bedroom so she was propelled into his bed before shutting the door and neglecting to put on any light. The half moon left a shadowy presence's across the room. She looked about for his shadow but could see nothing. She lay back on the bed and waited impatiently.

"Why did you wake up?" His voice was low and menacing. She did not try and search him out with her eyes.

"I heard my door opening."

"And that woke you up?" He had a memory of how deeply she slept. It was far deep than he. She had slept through the evacuation of the dormitories when that fool Black escaped. No one had tried to wake her because all assumed no one had been able to sleep through the hysteria and screaming. They'd had to go back for her after they realised she was missing. In fact he had realised she was missing. Only because one of the prefects had given him the job to check everyone in his year and below was there.

"I hadn't got to sleep yet." Now that was the truth. He had noticed the bags under her eyes the day before. "So I got up to see who it was. There was no one there. So I guessed who it might be. I was lucky, I walked right passed him, accidentally skidding on his cloak. It's an invisibility cloak. As soon as I saw him I kicked him in the stomach and darted out the door. I got down to the 7th year dormitories and shouted to them that the Death Eater was in the dormitories. And Pansy screamed. From there on you can guess." She finished, her voice in a monotone.

"I guess my brain has fallen asleep. You'll have to finish the story." His voice was like liquid; flowing, smooth, pretty, but with a dangerous undercurrent.

"Well he ran passed us down the stairs, I don't think he noticed us in the room. The 1st to 6th years had come out to see what was going on and the younger years screamed and ran away. I ran out down and jumped on him. He slammed me into a wall and after that I lost consciousness. I woke to shouting and eventually heaved myself up to see him pointing a wand at Snape. I jumped him from behind again and Snape got him with some sort of curse. Then I came down to you lot. Happy?"

Malfoy came into the moonlight, looking down at her intently. "No." He said. Her eyes dropped from his gaze and she rolled over off the bed. "You're staying here tonight. Don't think the rules don't apply to you as well. And I am not being the gentleman."

He heard her mutter something along the lines of 'I noticed that', before climbing back onto the bed and then under the covers. Malfoy followed suit, chucking away him robes, but not the boxers. He'd make a small sacrifice. He walked over to the bed and slide in on the side she had already taken, the side closest to the door. She rolled away from that side when he got in, rolling her eyes. Men.

Malfoy fell asleep sometime later, his mind wandering. He had Lithliya in his bed but he was not going to touch her... why ever not?

As the King and Queen of Slytherin as the name implied meant they were a couple. But they weren't. By all rights Lithliya should no longer be thought of as a Dremae but as a future Malfoy. It was what had happened to all Slytherin Kings before. His father had been the Slytherin King and his mother the Queen and they were married a year after leaving Hogwarts.

He had, with all the changes that he knew he would implement in Slytherin not really considered changing that tradition. But he had never thought properly as having Lithliya as a girlfriend. He thought of her as his, yes. But not as a person he'd ever like to fuck. More like, oh Merlin help him, a little sister. Or an ally. But not a girlfriend. No, if he got laid with a girl more than once this year the most likely person would be... Granger maybe. Not Pansy, that was his 3rd year whorre. Or there was a rather nice 4th year Slytherin. Or that 5th year Hufflepuff who had just come into bloom, so to speak.

A smirk played on his lips. Yes, Lithliya would be the Slytherin Queen, but not Draco's Queen. Not this year, nor the ones after. But she wouldn't be anyone else's. Harry Potter would not get the Slytherin Queen. Not on his life.

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Virginia Weasley climbed quietly up the stairs to the deputy head girl's dormitory. It was quiet, but Ginny well knew that Hermione always got up a seven thirty, regular as clockwork. She knocked lightly on the door. There was no answer from within. She opened the door a touch and peered in. "Hermione?" She called softly.

From where she was standing the hangings on the bed obscured the bed from sight so Ginny crept in wondering if the head girl was for once still asleep. She needed her advice.

Ginny screamed.

She rushed out the room, ignoring the calls of frightened dormitory people wondering what had happened. "Ron! Harry!" She yelled as she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"What's happened Ginny?" Harry asked coming from the boys dormitory stairs. Ron was close behind him. Ginny tried to ignore the fact that Harry was standing in front of her wearing only Quidditch boxers... but he had a well defined and muscled chest, strong arms and strong shoulders. And his belly button was an innie! And there was a small patch of dark hair leading downwards from it into the boxers...

She also tried to ignore, but she succeeded in this area, her brother who was also wearing Quidditch boxers and who had also got a ginger slug trail leading down.... She shuddered at the thought. She did the fish look for a few minutes at Harry before shaking herself out of her revelry.

"It's Hermione!" She told them very fast. A confused and puzzled look passed through the boys faces. "She's been attacked!"

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