Wicked Royalty (a Draco Malfoy fan fiction)

Chapter One: A Visit From the Dark Lord

I strolled lazily down the hallways, tossing my long, black hair over my shoulder. Draco walked beside me, along with my cat, Shadowfax. The all black feline had stunning green eyes, and fit in perfectly in the house of Slytherin. I turned to Draco suddenly.

"We're too good for this," I told him. He looked at me with a wicked smile. "We shouldn't be forced to walk the halls with mudbloods and half-breeds. Our bloodlines are too pure."

"I know," he told me, a plan already dancing in his eyes. "My father has said so for many years, and your mother would not be pleased."

"My mother was never pleased at anything, except for doing the work of the Dark Lord," I mused softly. "Meet me after our last class in the common room. I'll assemble the group," I ordered him. He simply nodded and handed me my rucksack. I took it gingerly and headed to the dormitory. He called after me.

"Aren't you going to class?" he asked. "Snape will be furious!"

"Forget Snape. Soon, he'll be taking my orders." Draco stared incredulously after me. I rolled my eyes and smiled. The walk was a long one, and I had time to think. As I entered the common room, I checked to make sure that no one was inside. I heard the fire start to crackle, and moved closer to the fireplace. My mother's face slowly formed in the flames. "Mum," I greeted her. Her wicked smile was familiar, and though etched in flame, was not warm. 

"Jezebelle, you must be careful," she warned. "The ministry has placed spies amongst the students. However, they do not yet know of your intentions. Keep it that way."

"Yes, mum. I must ask a favor of you."

"Yes?" she said, her voice high pitched, gravelly, as always. 

"Tell the Dark Lord I must meet with him. Tell him I have a plan. He has not yet marked me, I cannot do it myself."

"One does not simply call upon the Dark Lord!" she hissed. I glared at her.

"You forget who I am, do you not? He will meet with me gladly, and promptly. You will do as I say," I said venemously. She sighed.

"I was blessed to give birth to such a powerful, beautiful daughter. The Dark Lord will have mercy on me, now that he knows your true ability. Do not leave the common room. Assemble your group promptly. It won't be long now."

"I will. This will hold much delight for the Dark Lord," I said gladly. Mum smiled.

"You truly are a Lestrange," she said, and we both laughed before she vanished from the fire. I pulled the enchanted scroll from my bag, and began to write on it. Common room, now, all of you.

I watched as a few more etchings appeared. Draco's familiar scrawl was first. Yes, my love.

Then came Daemon's handwriting. Not as neat as his brothers, but the Malfoys both had beautiful writing. Yes, Ms. Lestrange.

Then was Karissa's. My best friend, and partner in crime. What are you up to this time? Of course. Be there soon. She was the only one I allowed to use such an informal tone with me. Draco treated me like royalty; as he should. His brother was awed by my power, and more likely, frightened by it. Karissa was my equal. Where I was fire, she was water. We were both equally powerful, her bloodline was just as pure as mine. And we both had a longing to serve the Dark Lord. But more importantly, we both loved power.

A few short moments later, they filed in. Karissa and Daemon were holding hands. I thought about it for a while. It was quite odd. Where as I was extremely pale with dark hair, Karissa was a bit tan with pale blonde hair. We were both quite slender, but she was a bit more curvy than I was, with a full bust and tiny waistline. Draco was a bit tan now, from spending time in the Malfoy's summer home, with the same pale blonde hair as Karissa. His brother however, had the same dark hair as I did, as well as the light complexion. We all had one thing in common though; our startling green eyes. Karissa stood beside me as we looked at the boys. She turned to me.

"I spoke to my mother," I told her. "The Dark Lord will be arriving shortly to meet with me. We must make ourselves presentable."

"Students will be returning soon!" exclaimed Draco. I rolled my eyes. 

"I'm not an idiot. I cast a Disillusionment charm on the doorway, so to everyone else it will just appear as a blank wall." Draco smiled. Daemon stared at me with cautious eyes. "What are you waiting for? Go!" I yelled, Draco laughed and ambled up the stairs. Daemon hurried behind him as Karissa and I went and changed. I put on the dress that I had first worn when I had been introduced to the Dark Lord. It was an all black, floor length garment. The top closely resembled a corset. Black lace was placed delicately over the hemline, and I tied the large bow in the back with a spell. It fit snugly against my small frame, and gave the illusion of curves on my slender body. Karissa's dress was the same as mine, with the exeption of hers being green. We quickly let down our hair. Mine fell to the middle of my back, and hers was cut off at shoulder length. I added some volume to my straight locks, and put on the necklace that had been passed down in my family for centuries. It was a silver chain, adorned with a large emerald in the shape of a snake's fang. I added some earrings and slid a few rings onto my fingers. I looked at Karissa. We were both stunning.  Her dress fit her perfectly, accentuating her small waistline and her larger bust. She had rings on each finger. I pulled the small box from under my bed. I opened it with the key I kept on my person at all times, and removed two small tiaras. I handed her one of them and she smiled as we put them on each other. Hers was graced with a small black jewel. Mine was adorned with a small green one. We smiled at eachother before heading down stairs. The Dark Lord was already there, and the boys were standing at attention before him in their dress robes. We descended the staircase, and he looked at me first, his lips forming what could be recognized as a smile.

"Ms. Lestrange," he greeted me.

"My Lord," I said, bowing my head and doing a courtsey. Karissa mimicked my gesture.

"Ms. Wilkes," he greeted her.

"My Lord," she said, smiling at him.

"You both look ravishing," he said. It was not like the Dark Lord to give compliments. Draco's eyes were wide, but jealousy danced in his gaze. "After your mother's 'death', I did not suspect to see you at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, Jezebelle," he said. I looked at the Dark Lord with smiling eyes.

"How easily fooled are these so called 'educators,'" I said, laughing. He chuckled. "I returned only to do your work, My Lord. I was surprised they let me repeat a year, but how fortuantate to our cause."

"Bellatrix revealed to me that you had a plan," he mused. He stepped towards us, now close. I could practically taste his immortality. 

"Yes," I said, as Draco joined my side. He wrapped an arm proudly around my waist. The Dark Lord's eyes sparked with interest.

"Your readiness to serve me is enthralling. You could be such a weapon, should your power be harnessed correctly. Tell me, dear girl. Tell me your plan," he insisted, his voice growing excited and his hands placed gently on my cheeks. I removed them sweetly. 

"I plan to overthrow Hogwarts."