Wicked Royalty (a Draco Malfoy fan fiction)

Chapter Two: Fit For a Queen

The Dark Lord's eyes suddenly grew bored. I gazed at him with a hard expression.

"Jezebelle, do you not believe that I have already attempted to overthrow Albus Dumbledore?" he questioned me. His tone was incredulous almost. I smiled at him.

"Yes, My Lord, you did," I agreed. "However, in order to do so, you had to take control of an unwilling body. The Weasley girl was not a fit vessel for such a mission. I, however, am much more cunning than she. I know how to manipulate those around me, and I will not stop. They cannot touch me," I said. Draco was staring at me. No one argued with the Dark Lord. They simply waited for his order.

"My dear girl, you are filled with such passion for your Lord," he whispered. His pale skin grew a bit flushed as he stepped closer to me. I did not flinch away. "Your mother, bless her soul, was too eager to please; you, however, have the initiative to create your own mission. An admirable quality, indeed."

"My mother was a bit unstable, if you will. She had immeasurable power, but was not set on harnessing it. I know my power. I am the most powerful witch in the wizarding world. No one can stop me," I boasted, proudly. Karissa laughed at my side. She spoke up.

"My Lord?" she asked permission to speak. She was as cunning and manipulative as I.

"Yes, Karissa, please, do interject," he granted.

"Ms. Lestrange and I both know our power. Together, we are an unstoppable force. If you would be as kind as to entertain our ideas, you will see that it is indeed possible for the four of us to hold domain over Hogwarts," she explained, her green eyes glistening with excitement. Daemon inched closer to her, his arm around her waist, mirroring mine and Draco's pose. I grinned.

"Jezebelle, your second in command has faith in your ability. Is her confidence in vain?"

"Not at all, My Lord. Let me prove myself to you," I said, tracing a finger down his chest. Draco's muscles flexed noticeably at my side. He was such a jealous creature. I loved it.

"As you wish, dearest girl. Do not let my confidence in you be wasted," he said. With a wave of his cloak, he vanished. I turned to the group. Draco was scowling.

"Oh, cool it. You know his favor is highly subjective."

"Yes, but you were practically drooling over him. Had it been anyone else, he would've been under the cruciartis curse in a matter of mere seconds." He was agitated. But he would soon be as drunk off power as I was.

As the soon to be Headmaster, I required a loyal staff of strong willed individuals who would still submit to me. I required an adoring and intelligent consort who would be my lover. And I required an office. "We're going to meet with Dumbledore. Don't bother changing," I announced.

I would have his position and also his respect. As it should be, everything in my life would soon be fit for a queen.