1. Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism - Ch 10


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    Harry Potter and the Spellbook of Eroticism Chapter 10 - Power and Lust Disclaimer: This story does not reflect the attitudes or characters in the Harry Potter series, nor does it have any affiliation with its author The end of the feast was called. And in moments the great hall was filled with the sound of benches scraping on stone and knives and forks clattering down on plates. It was very jarring after the near silence moments earlier. And it was very distracting for some. Draco Malfoy was among those distracted. His mind had been elsewhere, pondering distant thoughts. Only now was he brought back down to earth, as a nudge from Gregory Goyle alerted him to the end of the feast. He got up slowly and fell in behind the lumbering footsteps of Vincent Crabbe as the trio followed the procession leaving the hall. He let his mind wander again as they moved. On matters that only a very select group of people at this school knew about. Among that number were his closest friends, Crabbe and Goyle. And Dumbledore knew it. And Harry Potter. Yes, the boy who lived once had become the boy who lived twice. And while the entire wizarding world pointed its fingers and called him a liar, he, Draco, was parlay to the real truth. Voldemort had returned. And he was gathering followers. Malfoy played no part in this, yet. But he had his ambitions. And before the year was out he would see them realized. Hogwarts was an important tool in the fight for magical dominance. Malfoy was mature ...
    enough to understand that. It housed two things of great power. One was the young minds, minds that the dark lord would need in order to see his ends met. The other was Albus Dumbledore. And that was where the problem lay. But that was not his problem to face. Voldemort would see to him in due course. No, he had other ideas. There were numerous students at the school with a thirst for power. And he could offer that, in the long run. If they would but see the tempting light of the dark arts. Malfoy always thought it odd, that such power be named a 'darkness' when it was so enlightening. He was jogged back to reality by a brush on his arm. He looked over in annoyance, only to see who it was that had disturbed him. Pansy Parkinson looked at him with her large saucer eyes. He gave her a small smile. "I wondered when I'd be seeing you." Her eyes widened further still. "I'm sorry, Draco" she said quickly, "I tried to find you outside, but the crowds.." He raised a hand, "It's alright, Pansy. I was with Crabbe and Goyle. We ran into Longbottom." Pansy let out a short laugh. It was shrill and cold. And he loved it. "Oh, that buffoon" she giggled. "It's a wonder he can even tie his shoelaces in the morning." Malfoy laughed, and he even heard the low chuckles of Crabbe and Goyle, which was rare. "Too true" he commented. "Considering where his parents ended up." The four of them laughed still harder. Then they rounded a corner and Malfoy saw another of his close friends. "Blaise" he ...
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