Draco's Little Trick

Draco's Little Trick

Draco Malfoy knew he was not allowed to frequent Mr. Borkin's shop in Knockturn Alley. His father was very specific on this point. "Boy, you are not sufficiently competent to distinguish between items that could harm you, and those that will simply harm others." Mr. Malfoy was very protective of his only son and heir.

Draco listened to his father when it suited his purpose. Today it did not suit his purpose. He had decided to visit the shop when his mother was not paying attention during a trip to Diagon Alley. He could say he was getting ice cream and get about an hour of undisturbed time perusing the strange, dark, magical items that were Mr. Borkin's stock and trade.

Draco excused himself from the potions shop, and his mother's watchful gaze, and slunk away toward Knockturn Alley. With a sideways look in each direction, he pushed open the door to the magical curiosity shoppe. Borkin stood behind his shabby, filthy counter looking benignly at Draco. Draco felt that Borkin was more concerned about theft than in helping Draco find something to purchase. He was probably right in his assessment. Draco was quite good at shoplifting small objects when he had the chance. The shop had many intriguing items, many he would have loved to have, if he had the gold. In his pocket were 26 galleons. It was quite a bit, but not for the items that were rare and possibly illegal to possess.

Draco touched and lifted and examined a number of things before he found it. It was laid in a paper box within layers of delicate old tissue paper. The deep, vibrant blue color was certainly eye catching. But that was not what grabbed Draco Malfoy's attention. It was the parchment explanation of its purpose. It was unbelievable, really. Perhaps, a teenage boy's dream. Perhaps the dream of many men. It quickly became Draco's dream. The price was a bit steep. Borkin was asking 30 galleons.

Draco was not accustomed to bartering. It was something he had heard his parents do quite effectively. He felt that his father was capable of a certain extra level of intimidation, which he, Draco would never be able to achieve. He took a deep breath. He'd give it a try. He casually carried the box to the counter. "What do you want for this little rag," Draco asked.

"Ahh, I can see that the young master has the same fine taste as his father," said Borkin, his voice dripping with honey. "A valuable, and very unique item, that." Borkin rubbed his sweaty hands together. "As you can see the price is 30 galleons."

Draco's nerve failed him. He decided to retreat before he was embarrassed. He nodded to Borkin and started toward the door. "Ehemm," Borkin cleared his throat loudly, "Would you care to make an offer?"

Draco had his hand on the door knob, and a smile spread across his face. Without turning he said, "Yes... yes I would."

Hogwarts School was a bore. Draco was exasperated with the entire thing. He was, after all, the heir to a huge fortune, or so his father often reminded him. He was a young lord and didn't need a profession to support himself. Of course they taught him spells which were handy, but his father had taught him many more interesting spells at home. Potions was his favorite class and he learned quite a bit there. Plus, Professor Snape favored him and his fellow Slytherins. Still he was always on the lookout for ways to make his time at school more exciting. He was looking forward to this year because he planned to have a good deal of fun with his recent purchase.

Draco was not stupid, even though he was not clever. He knew from experience and anecdotes that these things could go terribly wrong if the instructions were not followed precisely. Draco sat on his bed in the dormitory with the drapes closed tight around him. He read and then re-read the parchment note that had first attracted him. He had envisioned his dream victim that day in Borkin's shop. He realized that if he was careful, he could get years of enjoyment from his purchase, but what he really wanted now was to complete the original dream.

Draco took out his wand and spoke the arcane incantation. The entire box and its contents glowed green momentarily. A good sign. Then he wrapped the box up in plain brown paper and wrote a name on the top in plain block letters. Once his dormitory mates were asleep, Draco crept through the castle up to the owlry. He located a school owl; he couldn't use his own for this task. He tied on the box, knowing that it would be delivered at breakfast the next morning.

Breakfast in the Great Hall was noisy, with talking, chairs scrapping, and the clink of plates and silverware. Ginny Weasley noticed the sunny ceiling which replicated the sunny day it was outside. She walked briskly to the Gryffindor table and sat down next to Hermione and Harry, who were already eating. Small talk about classes surrounded her as she loaded a plate with food.

Soon the owls arrived and swooped throughout the room, dropping small packages and letters. An old brown owl soared toward Ginny bearing a package. The package dropped into Ginny's lap. She jumped in surprise. The box showed only her name. Rather than open the mystery package, she put the box between two books. Ron had been watching her, "So what's that about?" he asked.

"Oh, it's nothing," she replied casually. Now, why had she said that, she wondered? She really wanted to see what was in the box, however, when she touched the box, she knew she had to wait, but for what? It seemed to slip her mind after that. At lunch time, she returned to the dormitory and stowed the box under her bed. She had no desire to open the box it seemed.

It must have been very late when Ginny sat bolt upright in bed. Moonlight filtered through the heavy glass window panes. All the candles were out. Ginny slid out of bed and bent to pull the package out from under the bed. She opened the package carefully. Folding back the tissue, she revealed a beautifully embroidered silk gown. The color was of deepest blue, an enchanted color. The embroidery was done in gold and silver thread. The motif was that of twisting snakes. Ginny touched the fabric.

If her friends had seen her face, they would have wondered at the look in her eyes. She smiled in a sly and seductive way. Her eyes shone brightly as she shrugged off her night dress. Standing naked in the moon light, Ginny Weasley ran her hands through her hair. It had taken on an amazing thickness and luster that was almost supernatural. She pulled the airy robe from the box and slipped into it. It fit like a glove. The front plunged open down to the waist where a single clasp fastened it on the wearer. A train of fabric fanned out on the floor behind her. Ginny's firm young figure was clearly outlined in the fitted garment. It was as though it had been made for her alone.

Ginny strolled out of the dormitory and down the stairs with a slow confident step. In the common room, Neville had fallen asleep in a large chair near the fire. Ginny saw him and stopped. She altered her path and walked toward him. At that moment Neville roused, and gasped as he saw Ginny approaching. She was the most ravishing creature he had ever seen, and she was staring right at him. He started to say something, when she reached the chair. He was shocked when she and climbed on to his lap while covering his head and face with kisses. She rubbed her body up against his and wrapped her arms around him, but she never said a word.

Neville sat frozen in the chair. As fast as it had begun, it ended. Ginny suddenly straightened, turned, and strolled off through the portrait hole. Once she had left, Neville became convinced it had been a dream. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs. When he tried to stand, his knees were weak. He went straight to bed where he dreamed of Ginny Weasley.

Ginny was now moving along the darkened stone corridor. Dean Seamus had gone to the owlry, late, to send off a letter to his mum. He knew that if he missed a week, she would berate him and he didn't like that. It was easier to just send the regular letters. He knew he should not be out in the halls, but he didn't want to risk a Howler.

Dean was surprised to see Ginny Weasley out of bed in the middle of the night. He was immediately struck by her gown. As she walked, her bare legs moved in and out of the of the flowing robe. She walked straight toward him. For no known reason, he felt a moment of fear. He backed up two steps and found he was up against a wall. He began to stutter, not really knowing what to say. She kept coming toward him with that smile on her face. She reached out for him and wrapped her arms around him. She kissed him passionately and wrapped her bare leg around his. She crushed him against the wall as she ran her hands all over him. Then, as quickly as it started, she backed away, the smile still on her face. Dean was completely confused and off balance. In fact he slipped down to the floor, as she strolled away.

Ginny strolled down the stairs slowly as if floating above the floor. Harry was returning to Gryffindor tower from a kitchen raid. He had a sandwich in one hand and a pumpkin pastry in the other. He was wearing only his pajamas bottoms and was feeling quite chilled. At the stair landing, he was arrested by the sight of Ginny descending the stairs. He found he could not look away, not that he would want to. It was as though she was the only thing worth seeing in the room.

Ginny stared into Harry's eyes and walked directly toward him.. He found he couldn't speak. She slid her arms around Harry and he let the food fall to the floor. They fell into an alcove on the landing and they writhed there on the floor, together. They kissed wildly as Ginny pulled at Harry's pajama bottoms. Soon she was successful and Harry was unable to stop himself, things had progressed too far, too fast. Harry released the clasp on Ginny's gown. Soon they were locked together in a way that Harry had never envisioned with Ginny. When it was over, she pulled away, straightened her gown and strolled back toward the Gryffindor common room. Harry propped himself up against the wall and shook his head. What had just happened?

Draco Malfoy paced in the Entrance Hall. It should not have taken this long for Ginny Weasley to get here, he thought. What had gone wrong with the spell on the enchanted gown? She ought to be here by now, and offering herself to Draco. As the sky started to lighten, Draco returned to bed, cold and defeated.

Before lunch, in the Great Hall, Draco asked for a moment with Professor Snape. He knew he shouldn't tell what he had done, but as it hadn't worked, he thought he was safe. Anyway, Snape never turned in the Slytherins. With lowered head and lowered voice, he explained about his purchase, and his plan. He didn't see the brief smile cross Snape's face when he gave the name of his intended victim. Instead of answering Draco, Snape asked for the parchment directions, muttering, "Obviously, you didn't do it correctly." He turned toward the students who were filing in while he quickly scanned the scrap of paper Draco had placed in his hand. "...the wearer will find you irresistible!" read Snape, sarcastically. Then he noticed Ginny Weasley sitting quietly at the Gryffindor table, with Neville, Dean and Harry all starring dreamily at her. Snape turned to face Draco crushing the parchment back into his hand. "You Dunderhead!"