Draco Malfoy Reigns Supreme

For the first time ever, Draco Malfoy was happy that summer was over. Not because he was eager to get back to his studies and not because he would get to see his friends again, no, Draco was thrilled to be returning to Hogwarts, because it was finally his time to shine. The 'Era of Draco Malfoy' was to begin, as soon as his fellow students stepped off of the train. As Head Boy, he would be untouchable. No one would be able to forget that he was in charge. Excitedly, Draco entered his compartment of the train, awaiting the arrival of his fellow Slytherin's. For seven years he had shared the same compartment with his friends and he had to admit that he was feeling a bit sad that this would be the last time. Fortunately for him, no matter how good the past had been, the future was all the more promising. Finally some of his friends arrived, loudly filling the compartment with their chatting about how their summer had been.

"Well, hello there, Stallion," greeted Blaise Zabini, jokingly saluting the young man.

"Very funny, Blaise," muttered Draco, "How was your summer?"

"Same as always, lots of ladies, lots of fun," drawled Blaise cheekily, "but not nearly as good as yours, I presume. Where is the future Mrs. Malfoy, anyway?"

"She's visiting with her friends for a while, then she'll be here." Draco couldn't help but smile at the mention of his fiancé. Blaise had been right, there was no way that his friend's summer could have been anywhere near as wonderful as his own had been. Just then, the door to the compartment slid open and the final member of their reunion arrived. Pansy Parkinson, timidly entered, unsure of wether or not she was still welcome.

"Hi, guys," she said warily, staring at a spot on the carpet.

"Hey, Pans," greeted Blaise jovially, "So, what's this I hear about a new man in your life?" Pansy sat down in her usual spot, next to Draco, her nerves eased by their warm welcome.

"Oh... well, Theodore Nott and I spent some time together on the train ride home and I guess we sort of... clicked." Pansy lit up, as she spoke of her new boyfriend. "It's funny, you can spend six years with someone and never know just how perfect you are together." Draco reached over and squeezed her hand, in an attempt to show her that he was happy for her

"My Father said that you proposed to Artemis again. Why would you do that?" asked Goyle before shoving a chocolate frog into his mouth.

"The first time I asked her to marry me was... well let's just say, I wouldn't want her to tell our kids about it. I thought I ought to make a decent attempt at proposing. After all, forever is an awfully long time," Draco smiled smugly over at Blaise, recalling those very same words coming from his friends mouth at the beginning of the last school year. Blaise raised an eyebrow, indicating that he, too, remembered their conversation.

Nearly an hour into the train ride back to Hogwarts, the door of Draco's compartment slid open, Artemis coming into view several moments later, the smile on her face causing her fiancé to grin broadly. Draco had always know that she was a pretty girl, but the longer they were together, the more beautiful she became. He thought her prettiest, when she wore green and felt she didn't do it nearly enough. That day however, she had elected to wear his favorite color. The floaty fabric of her knee length, chiffon day dress, floating behind her gracefully, as she approached him. Draco stood to welcome her, kissing her lightly on the lips. He couldn't help but notice her smile fade as she spied Pansy sitting in the seat next to the one Draco had just vacated.

As much as she hated to admit it, she was jealous. Artemis didn't like the idea of her fiance's former girlfriend sitting so close. Though she wasn't jealous by nature, she certainly wasn't going to let Pansy get her claws into Draco again. Sensing Artemis' displeasure, Pansy stood, bidding her friends farewell, her reason for leaving being that she had promised Nott that she would meet him, after she had said hello to her friends. As she passed Artemis, she smiled weakly, hoping that she'd see that she was offering a truce. To Pansy's astonishment, Artemis returned her smile, whispering goodbye as she passed the threshold. Draco took Artemis' hand, pulling her over to the seat Pansy had vacated.

"I hear you were made a seventh year Prefect," said Blaise, winking at their newest visitor. Artemis nodded, as she settled into her seat, Draco resting his arm on her shoulders. This move had been made in an attempt to tell Blaise to 'back off'. The young man had a reputation as a bit of a ladies man and Draco, certainly, didn't want him making eyes at his fiancé.

"Why didn't they keep Harriet Hillgrove as the Ravenclaw prefect?" asked Goyle, hoping to break through some of the obvious tension that had just risen between Draco and Blaise.

"I don't know, I hadn't really thought about it," said Artemis, resting her head on Draco's shoulder. It had never occurred to her that she was someone's replacement.

"She went and got herself knocked up," said Blaise, a huge smirk on his face. "My Mother was gossiping with Nott's mum, about it. She started fooling around with some Muggle she met last year, during the winter holidays. Get this, she'd managed to hide it the entire time. Woke her parents up in the middle of the night, screaming and hollering. Boy were they shocked when they found out that their daughter's stomach-ache, was a bouncing baby boy." Artemis was stunned, she couldn't believe that not only had Harriet gotten pregnant, but she'd already had the baby.

"You'd think a Ravenclaw, would be smart enough, to not get pregnant," said Goyle, laughing loudly with Blaise, enjoying their fellow students misfortune.

"Apparently, at Hogwarts you can't be a Prefect and a Mommy," joked Draco, joining in on the fun. Artemis shot him a nasty look. She couldn't believe that her future husband was acting so childishly.

"I fail to see how this is funny," muttered Artemis trying to shrug Draco's arm off of her shoulder. However, he wouldn't move, instead he kept his arm exactly where it had been. Soon their talks turned to Quidditch strategies, and Artemis, bored out of her mind, fell asleep.

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Just before arriving at Hogwarts, Artemis had received her instructions and position description, during the prefect meeting which had been headed by the Head Boy and Girl. She then met up with the other Ravenclaw prefect, Zacharias. Tonight they would be patrolling the halls and ensuring that the first years were settling in properly. As they wandered the halls looking for children out after curfew, Zacharias and Artemis chatted about their summer, hoping to make the hours pass more quickly. Though the two had never been close friends, they had enjoyed several heated debates on various points of interest.

"This year is going to be hell, you know. What with His Royal Highness, Draco Malfoy, as our Head Boy," sighed the young man, his voice dripping with annoyance. Zacharias and Draco had never gotten along and based on her partners statement, Artemis was sure that this year would be no different than the last six.

"Perhaps, you ought to hold your tongue when speaking badly about the Head Boy," interrupted a dark voice, both of the prefects spinning around to identify who it had come from. "Especially when your speaking to his fiancé." Severus Snape, resident Potions Master, stood looming over the two students an amused smirk on his face. Zacharias then remember that Artemis was Draco's fiancé, offering up an insincere apology, in a desperate attempt at avoiding his words getting back to the Head Boy. Draco, along with the Head Girl, Hermione Granger, controlled the prefects duties schedule. If he made the young man angry, he would most certainly be stuck patrolling Slytherin territory. Artemis would be safe down there, no Slytherin was stupid enough to harm her, but he was most defiantly fair game. Zacharias quickly scampered down the hall, leaving his partner alone with Snape. Artemis couldn't help but laugh at the young man's reaction to the Potions Master. Personally, she thought that he was quiet charming, at least when he wanted to be.

"Did you get my Thank You card, Professor?' asked Artemis, referring to the note she had sent him, in thanks of his sending her a vial of Hangover Potion. It had been a godsend the morning after her run in with Mr. Malfoy's bar.

"I did and you're welcome. Your Father mentioned what a lightweight your Mother was and I assumed that you would be the same. But after hearing Lucius whine about your downing half a bottle of his finest Cognac, I take back my assumption. You most certainly out drank your husband... fiancé" The professor quickly amended his slip up. Though the two were as good as married, they weren't officially wed and he didn't want to make a habit of referring to his Godson, as someone's husband... at least not yet. Try as he might, he still couldn't get his head around Draco's age. He had tried to convince Lucius to call the entire thing off, but had been unsuccessful. Severus Snape was the only person, aside from Perseus and Lucius, who knew that there was a way out of the marriage contract. He had been tempted to tell his Godson, in hopes of stalling, if not entirely preventing, the wedding that he felt Draco wasn't ready for. But after having seen the young man's transformation over the past year, he now thought that, though it was far too soon for marriage, Artemis was good for him. Now all Draco had to do was not screw the entire thing up.

After bidding the professor goodnight, Artemis searched the halls for her partner, only to find him snogging some fifth year Hufflepuff in an alcove. After prying them apart, they made their way back to the Ravenclaw common room, ready to turn in for the night. After all, classes began bright and early the following morning, and it would be very un-Ravenclaw like, to show up unprepared for the knowledge that awaited them.

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September quickly turned into October which, due to the start of the Quidditch season, even more quickly turned into November. Draco and Artemis had managed to get through the first three months of school without having a single argument. This was most likely because he was either busy bossing people around, studying for his O.W.L.s or was forcing his teammates to suffer through grueling Quidditch practices. Artemis was also very busy. Draco wasn't particularly fond of her patrolling partner, Zacharias, so they often found themselves doing some of the less pleasant prefect duties. Even though Draco apologized profusely for having her patrol the lavatories on the Quidditch Pitch, she was still quiet annoyed. She left the Pitch with a very firm opinion that athletes, were in fact, pigs. Secretly Artemis felt that having to spend an hour in those disgusting bathrooms was worth it. After all, Draco had bought her a beautiful set of ruby hair combs during their last trip into Hogsmeade, in order to make up for his hand in her misery.

As the end of November approached, the first game of the Quidditch season arrived. Slytherin versus Gryffindor was always one of the most anticipated matches of the season. Ever since Draco had genuinely out played Harry Potter, everyone had been dying for a rematch. Draco hadn't mentioned anything, to anyone, about the offer from the British team. However, Lucius did. Everyone knew that he had been offered a two million galleon a year contract to be the Seeker for the Championship team. Everyone also knew that he had decided against it. Though they were all shocked, the person who took the news the hardest, was none other than, the one and only, Harry Potter. He had followed Draco around for day's trying to convince the young man to reconsider. Potter just couldn't understand why Draco would refuse such an offer. The odd thing was, Harry and Draco had actually managed to settle into an almost, competitive friendship. Though they didn't like each other, they realized that they could be within five feet of each other without casting hex's. This was a good thing, as Artemis was friends with the 'Golden Trio' and anytime he so much as spoke ill of one of the three members, she would make sure that he regretted it.

"Your not going to try and hurt them are you?" asked Artemis. Though she was asking him of his intentions, Draco was smart enough to know that it was more of a command than a question.

"Quidditch is a violent game. I don't have any nasty tricks planned, if that's what your asking, but I assure you, I'm going to see to it that everyone realizes that I'm am well worth every knut, of that two million galleon offer." Draco said, as he finished buckling up his wrist guards.

"Be careful," demanded Artemis, satisfied with his answer to her previous question. Rising to her tip toes she kissed him lightly on the cheek before heading to the door. She had to hurry to the stands in order to find her parents and the Malfoys, as her mother had owled her, requesting that she sit with them during the match.

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The match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had been a long, grueling battle, both teams having a lot to prove and neither prepared to lose. In the end, Slytherin was once again victorious, Draco officially proving that Slytherin's previous triumph over Gryffindor was due to skill, and wasn't some fluke. As Draco's parents rushed over to congratulate their son on his victory, with Artemis and her parents following close behind, the Headmaster called out the Lucius.

"Will you be ready in ten minutes, Lucius?" inquired the old wizard happily, as he shook the younger wizards hand.

"Ten minutes will be plenty," replied Lucius as he turned and headed in the direction of his loudly celebrating son and house mates.

"Two years in a row, my boy!" exclaimed the proud father, clapping his blood and dirt covered son on the back. "You get better every time I see you play." Narcissa hugged her son, careful not to get any blood or dirt on her immaculate robes. After receiving his congratulations from Artemis' parents, he walked over to his fiancé, wrapping his arms around her. When he let go, her once pristine cream colored sweater dress was splotched with a mixture of red and brown . Noting his brides displeasure, Draco retrieved his wand and muttered, 'Scourifigy', the mess instantly vanishing, taking with it, her dissatisfied scowl.

"As much as I hate to cut things short, we are wanted in the Headmaster's office," replied Perseus, motioning towards the large castle that loomed in the distance. The six of them quickly made the journey to Dumbledore's tower, Artemis and Draco visibly apprehensive. Every time they had to meet in that office, something bad happened. Hopefully this time would be an exception.

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"Ah, right on time, I see," wisped the Headmaster, ushering them into his office. Once everyone had settled into their chairs, a cup of tea in hand, he informed them of why he had requested this meeting.

"It is now November 23rd and in less than a month, the girl that I have come to know as Miss Artemis Fowlington, will cease to exist. In her place will be born, Mrs. Artemis Malfoy. Many questions have been brought to my attention by the members of my staff, and until now, I have not been able to provide them with any answers." The headmaster paused, as if trying to consider his next words carefully.

"Our children being married does not infringe upon any of Hogwarts rules," stated Lucius, the edginess of his voice giving away his lack of patience.

"I am aware of that, Lucius," assured Dumbledore. "In the extensive history of Hogwarts, we have never had two students, married to one another. So I am in the position of making the rules that the two of you will be required to follow. That is, if you decide to remain here."

"What do you mean, if they 'decide to remain here,' questioned Lucius testily.

"If they do not wish to abide by the rules, they have the option of leaving Hogwarts. But I'm sure it won't come to that. I have taken the sanctity of marriage into consideration, while setting these rules into play. I have no desire to make this difficult, however, Hogwarts is first and foremost, a school." Dumbledore stood, walking over to a tall bookcase and retrieved a roll old parchment. After handing the roll to Lucius, he returned to his desk, carefully watching Lucius as he read. Once he had finished, Lucius handed the scroll to Perseus, who then read it's contents.

"Seem's fair," replied Artemis' father, handing the parchment back to the Headmaster. Draco & Artemis watching the exchange intently, wondering why no one was telling them what the scroll contained.

"When you return to Hogwarts after the wedding, Artemis will move from the Ravenclaw dorms to the Head's Quarters. I have already spoken with Miss. Granger and she welcomes the addition. You will both share the Head Boy's suite." Artemis seemed a little uncomfortable with the idea of sharing a bed with Draco, but he seemed rather thrilled about the prospect. "Now, onto a more sensitive topic. In most situations, as a married couple, you are permitted to... enjoy one another's company," the headmaster, seemed even more uncomfortable than Artemis, as he began lecturing them about the sexual aspects of their union. "While at Hogwarts, you will be allowed to act as a married couple does, in and only in, the privacy of your own room. I ask that you use the utmost discretion."

"Yes," whispered Draco, so softly that only Artemis and Dumbledore had heard him.

"I'm glad that you are pleased, Mr. Malfoy," replied the Headmaster, amused by the young man's elation. "Now I must ask something of you in return, for my leniency on the matter. I must request that no child be conceived while you are here at Hogwarts. As you well know, Miss Fowlington, we do not allow pregnant witches at this institution. Had we known of Miss Hillgrove's pregnancy, she would have been expelled immediately. If we allow one student to remain here whilst with child, than other's may see fit to follow suit. As you know, it only takes one person to start a trend. If at any point we find that you are with child, and we will be checking, the both of you will be asked to leave."

"Understandable," said Artemis, "though you don't have anything to worry about. All... requirements, will be met before we come back from the winter holidays." As Draco processed her words, the full meaning of what she was saying struck him.

"What do you mean, he doesn't have anything to worry about? Though I do plan on sealing the deal long before we're here, I also have plans for when do come back," said an annoyed Draco. He couldn't believe that she actually expected him to not touch her, while they were here. He had been forced to remain celibate for the last year and half because of their engagement, and he had no intention of suffering through long dry spells once they were married.

"'Sealing the deal?' Well, when you call it that, it's no wonder I don't want to," shouted Artemis, dumbfounded by his pigheaded ideas. "What, did you think, after we were married I'd turn into some sex crazed, love slave?" Lucius and Perseus both snickered at her statement. Draco was lost for words. Truth be told, that was the mental picture that he had running rampant through his hormone addled brain.

"Of course not," chided Draco, though no one present believed his words.

"Good, because it would never happen," laughed Artemis, turning back to the Headmaster.

"Father?" whined Draco childishly, "didn't you put any sort of, I don't know, sex quota in the contract?" Lucius shook his head, laughing at the pained expression on his son's face.

"I just need the both of you to sign the requirements and everything will be set," interrupted the Headmaster, amused by the Head Boy's distress over the lack of sex he would be having. After Artemis had happily signed her name, she slid the scroll over to Draco, who begrudgingly did the same.

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Just as he had predicted, Draco's seventh year was to be his happiest. No one dared questioned his authority and he took full advantage of that fact. While his prefects patrolled the halls, Draco indulged in lengthy games of Wizards Chess, against the Bloody Baron, instead of joining them for patrols. He called it 'supervising'. Though they weren't happy about it, the prefects were smart enough not to question it. The appointed prefects were not alone in their dislike of the Head Boy, the rest of the student populous was bearing the brunt of Draco's ego, as well. It seemed like his favorite thing to do was deduct points and he did it whenever he had the chance.

"This is getting out of hand!" exclaimed Ron Weasley as he buttered his sixth piece of toast, his two best friends staring at him in awe of the bottomless pit, that was his stomach.

"Yeah, Mione, you've got to do something. You're Head Girl, there's got to be something you can do to stop Malfoy's reign of terror." Harry Potter was just as fed up with all of this none sense as Ron was. Gryffindor was so far behind Slytherin in points, that they would have to win the Quidditch Cup twice just to even be in the running for the House Cup. Unfortunately for Gryffindor, Draco wasn't taking his duty as Captain of the Slytherin team as lightly as his actual duties as Head Boy. Harry had tried desperately to beat Draco all season and he had been completely decimated every time.

"I'm sorry, but he's not actually breaking any rules. Until he does, my hands are tied," muttered Hermione, knowing that the two boys wouldn't like her answer.

"Can't you talk to his wife or something. Get him in trouble with her, that usually settles him down for a while," offered Ron, hoping his girlfriend would agree.

"She's not his wife yet," interjected Harry loudly, startling both of his friends. Though he hadn't admitted it to anyone, he liked Artemis. Hermione had convinced her to help him and Ron prepare for their N.E.W.T.s, so they had been spending a lot of time together. Harry knew that his crush on her was a lost cause, Artemis would be Mrs. Draco Malfoy in just one week's time and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He had considered taking a page of Daegus' book, and asking Artemis to leave Draco and run off to the Muggle world with him, but had decided against it. After all, he still had his girlfriend Ginny.

"I already tried that, Ronald," huffed Hermione, rolling her eyes at her boyfriends suggestion. "He's not exactly cutting her any slack, either. He hates Zacharias so much that he's got her patrolling the dungeons and the Pitch lavatories, just to spite him. Granted he's bought her quite a few lovely trinkets, to make up for it, but you've seen the lavatories out on the Pitch. They're horrendous, no girl should ever have to go anywhere near them. Think of it this way, tomorrow afternoon we get to go home and we don't have to see him for two whole weeks."

"Wrong Mione, we were all invited to the wedding, remember," pouted Ron.

"Right, almost forgot about that. Look guys, I'm sure it won't be that bad," assured Hermione unconvincingly. A very disgruntled Harry and Ron went back to eating their breakfast, unhappy at the prospect of facing, yet another day where Draco Malfoy reigns supreme. 'One more day', all three thought, as they gathered there books, before heading towards their first class of the day.

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SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG. IT'S BEEN DONE FOR NEARLY A WEEK NOW. I THOUGHT I HAD POSTED IT ALREADY, BUT I GUESS I HADN'T. NEXT CHAPTER HAS ALREADY BEEN STARTED AND SHOULD BE UP SOON. THANKS FOR ALL OF THE REVIEWS! I RECEIVED A REVIEW FOR THE LAST CHAPTER THAT SAID THE READER DIDN'T LIKE THE WAY DRACO AND ARTEMIS INTERACTED WITH THEIR PARENTS. IF ANYONE ELSE FEELS THAT WAY, PLEASE LET ME KNOW WHEN YOU REVIEW. SO FAR, EVERYTHING HAS TURNED OUT EXACTLY AS I HAD INTENDED, EVEN THE RELATIONSHIP BETWEEN THE CHILDREN AND THEIR PARENTS. BUT IF THE WAY THEY INTERACT IS AN ISSUE FOR SEVERAL PEOPLE, I MAY CONSIDER REVISING IT. PERSONALLY, I'M ENJOYING WRITING THEIR RELATIONSHIP'S WITH ONE ANOTHER, ESPECIALLY LUCIUS AND DRACO'S.

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