"King of Slytherin"

By Minagorishi

Hi, there! Hope everyone had a happy holidays and the like! This fic is already finished, so the space between updates will (hopefully) be shorter. I will be continuing "Be My God!", but it's on a temporary hiatus. Please be patient with me! By the way, I most definitely do (not) own Harry Potter. J. K. Rowling does not own the rights to these characters (in my little dream-world that doesn't actually exist). I use flames for roasting weenies and marshmallows... This story has slightly stronger language than my other fics, and is also slightly more hard-core, and is rated accordingly. Enjoy!

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Prologue

Draco's Point of View

(The other chapters will be third person point of view.)

I can't believe we're actually doing this! I mean, I understand wanting to befriend the Gryffindors since Potter defeated the Dark Lord, but this is ridiculous! Oh, well, if this is going to happen anyways, we may as well just get it over with. There's Golden Boy, now. He looks surprised to see all of Slytherin house approaching him (A/N: Who wouldn't be, Draco?). Of course, the bastard just HAS to look at me like I'm plotting something. He does have a hot body, though. Quite delectable, actually—wonder what it would be like to—no! Bad Draco! Pansy in a thong bikini! Ew, that brings back some nasty memories, but at least that "problem" is solved.

"What do you want, Malferret?" Ugh. Weasel. He'd be attractive if it wasn't for his taste in clothes and lack of brain.

"It isn't any of your concern what I want, Weasley; I need to speak to Potter. Now, if you'd kindly step aside." At least he stepped aside. There may be hope for you yet, Weasel.

"What do you want with me, Draco?" Woah. Who died and told him to call me by my first name? Remind me to put a large bouquet of roses on their grave. My name sounds so good on his lips. Wonder what else sounds good on his lips... No! Must not lose track of thoughts! Hagrid in drag! Hagrid in drag! Aaah, that's better.

"Please step aside with me, Pott-erm, Harry." If he can use my first name, then I can use his. Ha! I'm leading him towards the dungeons, and he has his wand leveled warily at my back. Don't blame him, honestly, after all I've done to him.

Pausing at the Slytherin common room, I say the password, "Anguis", and hold the door for him. "We'll be more comfortable in here." I gesture at a sofa vaguely and he sits down.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" He is starting to get annoyed, I see.

"Sheesh, Potter, I'm getting to it. Don't get your wand in a knot." Deep breath, Draco, don't get angry. Now continue.

"Ok. First, when you defeated the Dark Lord, we decided to befriend you."

"We? Who is we?"

"The Slytherins. Can I get on with my story, now?"

"Gods, Draco, don't get your panties all in a bunch! By the way, why don't you call him Voldemort?" Harry asked, smirking as I cringed at the name. Wait! Potter smirked? That's my trademark look! Why does he look so sexy like that? Ron Weasley snogging Hermione Granger! Damn you, Potter!

Ok, Drake, don't lose your cool. "Again, we originally intended only to befriend you. Then, we obtained information of your sorting in first year. Harry Potter, you are more Slytherin than any of us. Therefore, we proclaim you King of Slytherin." I hope the bow wasn't overdoing it. "All of Slytherin House now answers to you."

"So, you guys have to do anything I say?" He's handling this well.

"That's basically the gist of it, yes."

Excellent. In that case, each Slytherin will be slave to a Gryffindor in order to atone for their treatment of our house. I choose you as my servant, Draco." Uh-oh, he's looking at me with this predatory glint in his eye, like he might just devour me.

"And why is that?"

"Because you piss me off." Um, ok...wasn't expecting that reason...

"And that turns me on."

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Yep! That's the prologue! FYI: The Slytherin common room password, "anguis", is the Latin word for serpent. This story will consist of a prologue, two chapters, and possibly an epilogue. Please R & R! Bye-bye!