SLITHER IN! → S. MALFOY

ACT III, SCENE VI: PLAY ME

C H A P T E R T W E N T Y - S I X

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S C O R P I U S 

THE SLYTHERIN DUNGEONS

           THE EYES OF MALFOY'S surrounding almost fell out of their sockets once he, with a leisurely move of his wand, made the claw of the Basilisk appear out of thin air on the glass table of the Slytherin Common room.

"So you did make it," Lucian Blake, or Wyatt, as Malfoy like to call him, spoke after a stunned silence.

Malfoy watched as a black-haired fifth-year cursed under his breath, his eyes glued to to claw of the beast.

"The potion?" There was a gleam of amusement in his eyes, and the boy lied, for even the walls had ears. "Of course I did, Blake, don't be stupid."

          Malfoy watched, his gaze luminous with vanity, as the rest of his suite - around no more than six boys, each of which he knew by name, and each of which, apart from the fifth-year, were in the same year as the white-haired devil himself - drew in closer towards the claw.

"Impressive," Thane Ferrall lifted a blue eyebrow which matched perfectly to his baby-blue eyes. Malfoy smirked, tapping his forefinger on the arm of the leather-bound chair, the emerald in his ring gleaming mysteriously.

The flame in the fireplace of the Common Room cackled.

Volt Sno coughed. "So, what now?"

           "Feed the beast, of course," Max Sno, Volt's twin brother and one of the most brutal members of Malfoy's suite, looked over at Scorpius for confirmation. Scorpius nodded his head and drew forwards. "And the students."

Kai Spiros, the hot-headed fifth-year, rose his head.

"I like your metaphors, but with what?"

          "The fucking first-years, Spiros," Thane rolled his eyes, and Malfoy chuckled. Regardless of whether he trusted them, the boys surrounding him sure made great, and, at times, amusing company.

"Who's staying for the winter holidays?" Max asked, looking around the room. Scorpius watched, too.

             Clyd Gunn spoke suddenly. "I dunno about you, but I'm spending none my valuable time in this shit-hole, mate, sorry."

"This shit-hole is the home to our greatest weapon-"

"Sno, our greatest weapon is sitting in that bloody chair-"

Malfoy's hand rose itself in the air ever so slightly, and the Common Room lapsed into silence.

"I agree with Gunn." He nodded towards the gleaming boy, "None of us have to stay here. The Chamber has been locked up by me personally. The beast's too weak to do anything without my help, regardless."

"At least I'll be staying away from Malfoy's sluts," Gunn coughed out. He looked over at Scorpius apologetically, "What? There's this blondie that won't leave me alone. I wouldn't mind, really, but all she's doing is passing me fucking notes-" He took out a stack of pink-tinted envelopes out of his chest pocket, "-and asking me how you're doing, she's seriously not letting me breathe, mate."

"Give me that."

Gunn handed the envelopes over to Malfoy, who, with a lazy wince, began shuffling through them. In a second, they disappeared out of his hands in a white flash.