The Prime Princess

Dumbledore led the new Head Girl to the Heads Dorm. Draco accompanied them as they found the painting of Charon in his boat made of bones. Charon looked at them suspiciously as he sailed on the river of Styx.

“Password?” asked the underworld boatman.

“Apre´s nous le de´ luge,” said Dumbledore and looked at Draco, “That’s really depressing, you know.”

“Sorry,” mumbled Draco and stepped inside after the Head Master and Hermione. The Common Room had not been changed. Dumbledore led Hermione to her new room that had been Granger’s before. She looked around and took in the lush interior but wasn’t quite satisfied. Her room was decorated in Slytherin green but she wished it were in burgundy. She loved the deep wine red color mixed with ebony.

Dumbledore showed her around and explained some house rules and finally wished her good luck.

“So, here you are,” purred Draco as he stepped behind her and licked her exposed neck. She still wore her silk dress that drove him mad.

“Yeah, I’m here,” whispered Hermione and walked down the stairs to the Common Room. All her belongings had brought up to Heads Dorm and she noticed some of her books lying on the coffee table in front of the fireplace.

She had dreamt of getting this place all to herself but when really having it – it felt somewhat hollow. The dream had felt more real than the reality.

“So, what do you want to do first as a Head Girl?” asked Draco and followed her to the Common Room. Hermione looked at him with a smile spreading on her red lips.

“Mm, I can think of few things,” purred Hermione and entwined her hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

“Aw, I can see where you are going with this,” murmured Draco and captured her lips in a passionate kiss.
***
The Head Boy stomped along the empty corridor and cursed his own life he had started to hate. He hadn’t gone to the Ball. He hadn’t wanted to see the new Head Girl who Dumbledore had chosen. Of course she was a griffindor to keep the Heads in balance. He just couldn’t bare the idea of sharing his Dorm with another annoying griffindork who thought she owned the world.

Draco finally reached the portrait and glared at Charon who glared back at him.

“What? You just come for another round?” mocked the boatman and tried to paddle away.

“Excuse me?” Draco squeaked and stared at the stupid painting.

“Rrriiight,” Charon drawled and then asked: “Password?”

“Apre´s nous le de´ luge,” said Draco but before Charon opened the entrance, he just had to pipe in a word.

“You really gotta change that. It’s so depressing it even makes me wanna drown myself over here.”

“Oh, shut up,” growled Draco and stepped inside.

“Oh, yess, harder! Oh yes, yes, yes, oh my god! Harder! Make me feel good! Oh yes, yes, yes!” came screams from the darkened Common Room and Draco froze.

No, this just couldn’t happen, cursed Draco in his mind, that griffindork slut is already using the Heads Dorm as her own…

“Oh, Draco!” came a high-pitched cry and Draco almost chocked as he recognized the voices.

“Fiat Lux!” roared Draco and the room filled with bright light with no source whatsoever. On the couch he saw a tangled mess of bodies in throws of passion. Draco saw himself upon the flushed Ariston.

“What the fuck is going on here?” he demanded with a roar and pointed his wand at the intruder. His doppelganger came down from his climax and kissed the raven-haired Prime Princess and turned to look over his shoulder at Draco.

“That’s exactly what is going on,” he said with a sneer and pinched Hermione’s nipple. She was exhausted to pay any attention to the twins having a staring contest and just moaned.

“Who are you?”

“I’m Draco Malfoy. Who are you?” asked the doppelganger and accioed his wand. Draco stared him in ultimate rage but had the brilliance to look at his double’s wand. He knew that wand.

“Expelliarmus!” shouted Draco but the counterattack threw him over the room into a wall. Naked twin lay on the ground and growled as his body started to change. Hermione got up from the couched that had been knocked over and looked around.

“Wha-what is going on?” she asked in confusion as she pulled a blanket around her bare shoulders.

“He’s an imposter!” yelled Draco as he got to his feet and staggered towards the nude figure on the floor in front of the fireplace.

“What?”

“You heard me,” Draco snarled and aimed his wand at him. “He isn’t me.”

Draco stepped closer and crabbed a handful of black curly hair as he yanked Blaise up to his weak feet. Hermione yelped as she saw Blaise return to his true form.

“No… Why?” she whined as she felt betrayed and dirty. “Why, Blaise?”

Draco was so mad that he could kill him. He poked his wand into his neck and was ready to say the curse.

“Because I love you,” said Blaise regretfully.

“You’ve always been a sappy git,” Draco grumbled and threw him with force back down to the floor. “You fuck what is mine and you’ll pay for that.” His wand came to rest between Blaise’s eyes. Hermione just stood there holding her breath. She knew what Draco could do and just wished she had seen that coming.

“No! Draco, no. Please, if you do this, you’ll loose your position as Head Boy,” pleaded Hermione and hoped not to sound too desperate.

Draco turned his gaze to her and a thought crept into his head.

“Alright but he has to learn to whom you belong to,” said Draco and stepped to her, grabbing the blanket and tearing it off.

“I don’t belong to no one!” snapped Hermione but Draco kissed her brutally.

“You will,” said Draco in ice-cold tone and commanded Blaise up to his bedroom. Blaise looked shocked at first but when he got to know a tormenting curse, he complied. Draco sneered triumphantly as he swept Hermione from her feet and carried her to his room where he tied Blaise to a chair and made him watch him fucking her for hours.

It was a revenge but also a claim on Hermione. Blaise knew that but the picture of them made him hard. He should have felt disgusted but in a twisted way he only wanted to join them. He had taken Poly-juice to get near to her, feel her and touch her…

Yes, he had problems and he admitted that.
***
Draco took away his wand from Blaise’s temple and smirked as the Italian collapsed to the floor.

“That was cruel,” muttered Hermione as he watched the blond’s twin on the floor. The effects of the Poly-juice were starting to wear off.

“No,” said Draco and grinned wider, “That only proved how far he would go to get you.”

Hermione felt like she was a trophy that everyone hunted. Still, she felt sorry for Blaise who had been caught into their dream web. From the first kiss of that night she had recognized him as not Draco who he pretended to be. Knowing the consequences, she had cast the first spell that had popped into her head.

“And that only proved how far you would go,” said Hermione calmly but the undertone was poisonous. Draco spun around and faced Hermione who still wore her horns and black silk dress with golden brassiere.

“He needs to be disciplined,” he hissed and stared at her.

“And you need to understand that he’s just a young man with cravings,” answered Hermione with the same coolness.

“Cravings? Cravings?! He was about to get in bed with you as me!” yelled Draco in anger and really wanted to slap her.

“Are you more worried about the fact that I almost would have slept with him or are you worried about that he took your form to get to me?” she asked quizzically but didn’t back away when Draco advanced her with quick strides. He was fuming.

“None of that I’m worried about! It furies me that he is Blaise!” Draco growled and grabbed at her shoulders. His grip was bruising and Hermione winced from the pain.
***
Hermione pulled herself out of the dream web she had cast on them and looked around. Blaise was lying down on the floor in front of the staircase and Draco was sprawled all over the carpet in front of the fireplace. They were still having the dream that hopefully helped to sort things out without anyone getting hurt.

She knew dreams could teach and hoped those two blokes weren’t too dense to actually learn something. The spell was supposed to come off when they had found a solution that suited her the best. She needed her Switchers and didn’t want them to slice each other’s throats when they faced each other.

“I need a cup of coffee.”