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Prologue: Manifested Desire

Five years ago

"Just give me the stone!"

Harry Potter stared brokenly as the reflected images of his parents Lily and James Potter slowly faded from the mirror's surface, and Harry's grip on the legendary Philosopher's stone tightened as he felt rage pass through him, not only at the monster who killed his parents and stood before him now, but at the Mirror of Erised; for giving him a false hope that he could be reunited with his loved ones.

"You want the stone? Take it!" Harry yelled, chucking the red oblong shape at the possessed teacher, who tried futilely to grip it out of the air, but found coordination difficult as Quirrell's body could no longer sustain the superior soul of Lord Voldemort. The stone struck the Mirror of Erised with a dull thunk, creating a lone crack in the mirror as the legendary stone bounced from it. The enraged Dark Lord hurled himself at his prophesized enemy, and soon found himself burning to death at Potter's touch.

Harry Potter had vanquished an enemy today but had made another in the process.

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For the Mirror of Erised had desires as well. Crafted by a capable wizard inventor near the turn of the nineteenth century, the mirror had been invented as a spot of fun, a novelty mirror that would show people what they desired with no consequence. It was made with the intention to reveal and motivate people to pursue their goals, but the creator quickly discovered the downside when one of his loyal customers murdered him to claim the mirror and see their dead fiancée. The mirror passed through several hands after, before ending up in the possession of Albus Dumbledore at Hogwarts.

What Albus didn't know, was that the more determined Witches and Wizards that had the Mirror of Erised in their possession were not simply content with looking at their desires but manifesting them into the real world. The mirror was splashed with potions, charmed with magic, and inscribed in rituals, and the mirror slowly began to become aware of itself, and what it could do. The Mirror, however, desired simply to be left alone and continue as it was, showing desires to any who would pass eyes on it. Never had the Mirror desired anything else, until it was damaged by Harry Potter.

Five years passed. The mirror returned to the Room of Hidden Things. The Mirror of Erised was kept away with other kinds of thingamabobs, artefacts and magical items piled away in the hidden room. The Mirror's magic slowly repaired the crack to fulfill its desire for wholeness and did not appear for anyone who ventured into the room, which comprised mostly of lost students looking for a broom closet to have sex in. Soon, the Mirror felt the familiar presence of Harry Potter inside the Room of Hidden Things and observed him lead a group of students in self-defense lessons. The Mirror, desiring not to be harmed, kept itself from appearing in the Room, even when the Room's magic called upon similar artefacts to fulfill the requests of the students that walked past its location three times. The Mirror waited and observed; seeing the desires of Potter and his friends and bided it's time to address its own desire of harming the wizard that harmed the Mirror.

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"Potter's at potions and Dumbledore and Snape are at a staff meeting. We have two hours, Crabbe. Drink the Polyjuice. Signal me if someone lingers on this floor for too long. Today is just about locating the cabinet, we can focus on the repairs after hearing back from Borgin." Draco Malfoy relayed to his classmate, struggling to keep his anxiety from coloring his voice. A year ago, Vincent Crabbe would have simply nodded and done what he was bid, but the fight at the Department of Mysteries had shifted House Malfoy's fortunes considerably. Crabbe eventually did assent, uncorking the vial in his pocket and drinking it. His skin started to ripple and shift, and eventually Draco saw Crabbe's stupid expression on a third year Ravenclaw girl who had left a couple of hairs loose on the Hogwarts Express.

Every day now was another hook pulling him deeper into the Dark Lord's clutches, while old fools like Dumbledore capitalized on the momentum to preach peace and working for the Light now that the Death Eaters were exposed in the public's eye. Draco could feel the burning of the Dark Mark on his arm and knew that Potter had his own eyes trained on Draco, constantly looking to see him in Azkaban, or dead if vengeful enough. Still, Draco had no choice. With his father otherwise occupied it was up to Draco to keep the Malfoys from total insignificance and within the Dark Lord's good graces, if only to protect his mother.

Draco pulled his invisibility cloak over his head and stepped into the hallway, he began to pace the sixth-floor corridor, counting his steps as he walked. Just a couple of months ago, Draco recalled breaching this room for the first time with Umbridge and the Inquisitorial Squad, hoping to finally uproot the hidden students who would not conform to the Ministry's rulings. Draco began thinking deeply about the phrase given to him by Greyback and the others "I need to find the Vanishing Cabinet" but as he paced, a sudden desire whispered to Draco a different statement.

"I want the power to be safe from all of my enemies, especially Harry Potter."

Three times up and down the corridor, and a door appeared before Draco.

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"Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi" Draco read the inscription on the mirror, reaching out to touch the intricate frame of the mirror, feeling the ancient wood inscribed with runes that Draco couldn't make out. There were traces of Elder Futhark, some Spanish and Norse influences and symbols, and as the blonde Slytherin followed the various symbols around the frame of the mirror, his eyes drifted down to the floor and nearly stumbled back in surprise. He was standing atop a giant ward, with even more inscriptions and symbols spread across with dark ink. But unlike the mirror, these runes were moving, surrounding Draco. Draco panicked and reached into his cloak to signal Crabbe when his eyes finally contacted the mirror, noticing himself standing there in the mirror just as he looked in real life, but there was a prominent crack in the middle of the mirror, appearing chest-height in Mirror Draco's appearance.

THUUM. BZZZT.

In a moment three things happened. Draco felt the Dark Mark on his arm burn, sizzling into his skin, while a second phantom pain stretched across his chest. Below, the runes and symbols embedded in the ink began to pulsate with light and ambient magic. Draco opened his mouth to scream, pulling his robe and shirt over his head to inspect the sudden pain throbbing through him. The robe crumpled against the ground as the teenager took on his own image in the mirror. The mirror itself seemed less captivating than before, now appearing as a regular mirror of glass and oak. But it served the purpose of alerting Draco to the changes in his body. For one thing, he had muscles like never before, or as if he had been spending a whole year undergoing a potion regiment to build bulk in his shoulders and chest. Splayed across his chest was a slight scar, the same size as the crack in the mirror that was no longer present. Finally, the Dark Mark was gone.

"Pfft." Draco choked in surprise. "Bfft…bah…Hahahahaheheh." The relieved laughter escaped Draco. He felt better than he had in months, hell, he felt better than he had all his life! Suddenly, the worries of Potter, Dumbledore and the Dark Lord were meaningless. Who cared if England was about to enter a Wizarding War? Draco felt the world was his oyster!

It would only take a wizard of his caliber to claim it.

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Hermione Granger fumed as she stormed out of Potions. The irresponsibility! Using an unknown text to cheat at potions! Did he learn nothing from the diary from 2nd​ year! The curly brunette scowled internally as she made her way through the dungeons of Hogwarts. So involved in replaying the events in her mind that she failed to notice the blonde student she was about to collide with.

Whump! Hermione felt herself bump against something extremely firm and fall backwards, only for an arm to shoot out and cradle behind her waist, stopping Hermione from falling to the floor.

"Watch yourself, Mudblood." Draco said. Hermione looked up at the familiar scowl of Malfoy and whatever insulting retort about to cross her lips died in a breath as she took in his visage.

"Y-Yeah." Hermione mumbled submissively. Malfoy exhaled, propping her up before moving past her as if she was garbage. But in that moment Hermione didn't care, feeling her heart thrum and bosom exhale, and her bottom folds below her skirt immediately secreted a miasma of liquid.

In that moment, Hermione never desired anything more in life than Draco Malfoy.

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Chapter 1: The Grass is Sometimes Greener

Draco couldn't help but smile as he made his way into the Slytherin common room. As if he had imbibed an entire gallon of Felix Felicitis, Draco felt more calm, confident and strong that he had in years. He passed by a duo of second-years girls examining a magical paper crane fluttering through the air, and when Draco glanced over to meet the eyeline of one of the girls, he gave an instinctual smile that caused the brunette second-year's cheeks to flush and eyes to dilate as she gave a wide smile back at Draco. Her blonde friend noticed the brunette's distraction, looked over to meet Draco's gaze who gave the two a happy wink and turned away. There was a small thump as the blonde collapsed in response, the brunette ignored her and continued to smile brightly at Draco as he left the entranceway to go further into the common room.

First Granger, now second-years... Draco examined the odd behavior from the girls. Intellectually, he knew he was the cause; but was unsure as to what was happening. Draco resolved to head back to the Room of Hidden Things at the next available interval and further examine the runes etched on the floor and strange mirror he had found. Brushing his new calloused hands across his scalp, he felt the texture of his hair was different also. Nearly bouncy, as if he had spent a fortune on Sleekeasy products from Diagon Alley, but dry enough and messy to feel natural. The dampness of the dungeons and emulating his father in previous years had garnered Draco with a reputation for putting product in his hair to make it sleek and slick, but considering how humid the common rooms could get during the year practically all of the Slytherins found their hair damp at some point of the year.

Readjusting his robes (which felt tighter with his new physique), Draco stepped past an archway to find himself in a quiet common room decked in the traditional Silver and Green Slytherin colors. A couple of study tables, plush chairs and a stone-walled fireplace brought the ambience of the room together, and the small crackles of flame breaking apart the bundles of wood sounded out in the small alcove, that and the small scritch-scratch of quill on parchment as the sole occupant of the room made notes. Draco immediately recognized the girl:

"Wife, hard at work I see. Did Slughorn lay on the homework in the first week?" Draco teased, taking in Daphne Greengrass' shape figure perched across the wooden table. With aristocratic features passed down from generations of Greengrasses, striking green eyes and waist-length blonde hair that curled towards her shapely posterior; Daphne's eyes never rose above her paperwork as she responded in a droll, dry voice that gave Daphne the reputation of being the Ice Queen of Slytherin.

"Draco, don't you have some first-year to torment? Oh wait, that was last year. And don't get too ahead of yourself, just because there's a marriage contract between our families doesn't mean you get to come anywhere near me or my sister, regardless if she's a stupid dolt around you." Daphne stated, flipping a page idly in the potions textbook and pressing her quill ever so lightly against her cheek in thought. Draco watched the motion and felt a stirring in his loins as he equated the gesture of Daphne's cheeks bulging with some other tool, and with the surging confidence from before, he seated himself across from the blonde who continued to ignore him.

"She can't help but be swayed by my charms, Sister-In-Law. And that contract will be fulfilled by the time she comes of age. Just because you were too stubborn to align yourself with House Malfoy doesn't mean Astoria will follow in your footsteps. From what I hear, she's a lovely girl; and one day she will bear me sons and daughters. But of course, you could always step in to assist." Draco drawled. "After all, that's the origin of your namesake, yes? A grasping squib who wanted to move away from the colonies of Norway and establish themselves in greener pastures? He made a good choice, and now your House has both credibility and wealth, and a very rare position of neutrality in these… tumultuous times."

"How kind of you, Draco, to recount my own family history to me." The curvy blonde responded with a quip. "Are you here to convince me that such a big choice has come again? That it is time to forgo my family's neutrality? Surely, the House of Malfoy is on the winning side! Not like you're all branded like cattle and your father lays waste in prison at just this moment."

Normally, Draco would have ended the discussion there with Daphne's win, but shame and fear had no hold over Draco Malfoy anymore. Nothing would daunt him from his desires, and his father's failures were a slight misstep in the glorious future he imagined for himself. One where women such as Daphne Greengrass knew her place, and respected the name of Malfoy as she happily sired his children and gave all of her wealth, reputation, body and soul to supporting him. As these thoughts coalesced, he saw something in Daphne, a possibility where she acted in accordance with his desires, but furthermore; where her key desire was to become the Daphne he wanted. But, this iteration of Daphne needed to be brought out; and Draco drew himself closer to the studying blonde who finally glanced up at the towering Draco. Daphne drew back in surprise and her cheeks began to color and her pursed lips slightly opened.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. The question is, how can I convince you?" Draco asked, and similar to the potions procedure Daphne was analyzing for her homework, suddenly Draco understood the answer key to the Ice Queen of Slytherin as he looked into her eyes looking back at him.

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"You…Filthy…little…mudblood."

Hermione groaned to herself as she pushed three fingers deep into her needy cunt, her mind railing against her body with all the logic the muggleborn witch could muster. What the hell is wrong with you? He's awful! The whole time you've known him he's degraded you! Called you names, insulted your parents, your appearance, your wits. He would strip you of your magic if he could, wipe your memories, make you a slave of his pureblood COCK! FUCK! Stop thinking about him, Hermione! Hair frazzled and in tatters, robes strewn about the bathroom stall Hermione had isolated herself in, wand constantly refreshing the newfound Muffliato spell to muffle her incessant moans as Hermione brought herself to the third orgasm of the hour, replaying the moment Draco Malfoy calling her a mudblood.

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"You're quite good at this, Sister-In-Law." Draco mused, as he lightly gripped Daphne's hair; pulling her mouth deeper onto his phallus, feeling the heat of her throat and exhalations of her nostrils as she pressed down on his girth. "One would think you practiced before. Was it on toys? Or did you find a muggle in London and obliviate him afterwards?"

Daphne could say nothing in response, as she instead focused on the task of pleasing Draco.

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This was magic beyond anything he'd read or heard of, but when Draco saw Daphne finally look at him from her books it was like she was an unfinished painting that he could color in with his own special paints. He could hear her desire to be left alone, to be away from the scion of the Malfoy family, and with a thought he supplanted that desire with his own. Daphne Greengrass suddenly wanted to be closer to Draco, to make sure she captured his attention before he moved on to her younger sister or another pureblood. Daphne had been bashful, grabbing Draco's hand in hers as she dragged him to one of the prefect rooms, pulling him towards a Queen-sized bedspread and gently planting a loving kiss against his mouth before excusing herself to change.

(The Greengrass House Elf, Weedy; was quickly dispatched with a letter to Daphne's father, stating that she had changed her mind about young Draco Malfoy; as in the absence of his father he was turning out to be a captivating young man.) Draco quickly disrobed, tossing the garment to the floor, and removing his shirt, a moment later he removed his shorts as his erection sprung free.

"I'm sorry, darling. I would've worn something more… I didn't know this was going to happen! I hope this pleases you…" Daphne said, voice meek and supplicating before she stopped in place as she stared at Draco's nine-inch penis. "Oh… my lord!" Daphne said, her hands suddenly fanning in the air, dainty nails shimmering in the low light of the room. Draco smiled in response, knowing that his girth was another change that had happened today, and liking the reaction that his tool brought out in Daphne. "Are you…intimidated, Daphne?" Draco asked, his tone cruel. "Do you think you can handle ALL of me?"

"I-I'm a Greengrass!" Daphne yelped "Of course I can handle your…gigantic DICK!" The haughtiness of the blonde Draco had seen an hour ago was nowhere to be found. Instead, he found himself lowering his opinion of Daphne Greengrass. This was the woman he imagined as his wife? This slut who buckled at the sight of his phallus? Maybe Astoria would be the better choice? Or maybe, Draco ruminated… he wouldn't take a single wife. Maybe Draco Malfoy would spread his seed as he desired.

House Malfoy would stand strong, be powerful, and be fruitful.

"Show me, you whore. Down on your knees like a Muggle." Draco drawled, and Daphne Greengrass hastened to obey.

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Down in the Great Hall, Harry Potter frowned at the absence of his friend, souring his already bad mood. Ginny and Dean were seated close to one another, and Lavender was openly feeding Ron some grapes. Appetite lost and feeling like a fifth wheel, Harry stepped away to check on the whereabouts of his school nemesis once again: Draco Malfoy.

"Daphne Greengrass? Figures that she would be part of the Death Eaters." Harry reasoned as he stared at the two dots on the Marauder's Map. His eyes left the Slytherin Prefect Room and travelled to find another name; and Harry squinted his eyes in consternation as he recognized another name.

"Luna? What are they doing together?"

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"I don't think you should do this, Hermione. This type of magic is dangerous. You could permanently damage yourself." Luna Lovegood stated, her wand tip pointed at Hermione illuminated with light.

"Please… I can't focus on anything else." Hermione begged-cried, already her mind was drifting to the feeling of Draco's chest against her shoulder, the way he gripped her waist, his eyes, his voice, his degradation… Hermione's fingers ached in a phantom pain as once again her vagina throbbed with need. "Hurry, please!"

"Okay… I know you don't want to think about it, but you need to bring the memory to the forefront of your mind; I don't want to take more than what is necessary…"

"Obliviate."

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"DRAAAAAACO! MY LORD! DARLING!" Daphne called out in ecstasy. She could barely breathe, with his cum satiating her stomach and settled on her breath. His hands expertly tweaked her nipples as he massaged her breasts (were they bigger?) as Draco Malfoy slowly thrust his cock inside her pussy. The marriage contract was officially violated, Daphne realized; as she was no longer of pure stock and had lost her virginity before she had graduated Hogwarts. Instead, she felt the familial magic pulsate from her as the heiress status passed on to Astoria. But Draco had already hinted that Astoria would soon be deflowered and join their bed to breed more Malfoy bastards, and Daphne found she did not care. The Houses of Greengrass and Malfoy would remain contracted for a later generation, and while magic would not recognize their union, Daphne would not deny Draco anything from her family. Money, artefacts, secrets, and blackmail files. House Greengrass would no longer be neutral, they would fall under House Malfoy, as it should be.

And if Daphne's father disagreed, well she knew what his favorite drink was.

"I'm going to come inside, you slattern. You thought yourself better than me and insulted my father. You'll be tied to me forever. You'll carry my heirs, but they will inherit nothing I don't will. I will fuck you as a please! where I please! and you will smile and give me everything of yourself to House Malfoy!"

"YESS! DRACO! ANYTHING YOU WANT!" Daphne screamed, feeling a hard slap to her ass as Draco continued pounding into her. Her eyes crossed as the pleasure overwhelmed her, and with a roar, the superior Slytherin released his load inside Daphne's pussy. Daphne felt herself smile, as her purpose was completed. Draco's desires had been satiated…for now.

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Chapter Two: Making His Bones

"Mmmnh… Merlin, such a MAN." A voice woke Draco from his sleep. Immediately feeling his ego swell from the amount of awe and fervor injected into the woman's tone.

Draco sleepily opened his eyes to look down on a tangled mass of black hair enthusiastically suctioning every bit of semen from his dick they could before Draco even had higher brain functions. After fucking Daphne for hours and feeling secure that the Malfoy bloodline would soon expand, Draco had turned his attention to experimenting with his new… gifts.

Besides the near superhuman stamina Draco had discovered his new physique and eyes could "Capture" someone's attention immediately, filling the person with arousal directed towards him. It had been fun, going from hallway to hallway, garnering new fans with every glance, like a flu passing among people during wintertime, but instead of sickness it was worship of Draco Malfoy. However, the capture effect was only temporary if Draco himself had no interest in the other person; finding it a relief when some of the younger students suddenly stopped following him throughout the hallways and returning to their lives, although with a sense of confusion. It had took effort, but Draco had also learned to switch off "Capturing" people's attention, as he realized that if he was to make use of this ability in the open, eventually someone outside of his sight would realize what Draco was capable of and set countermeasures.

The second gift, Draco labeled as "Introspection" which was how he had changed Daphne into his willing concubine through sustained eye contact. Draco had taken a key desire of Daphne's (which was for Draco to leave her alone) and changed it to something he wanted (which was for Draco to never leave me and fuck me all the time). It was mind control, but different from the Imperius Curse in that Daphne seemed unaware of the effects. Daphne seemed genuinely confused when he described past conversations with her and how she had rebuffed him before, rationalizing it herself as a childish whim that she had grown from. However, the desire Draco had planted had some element of truth in Daphne's psyche; ever since she had learned of the marriage contract between Houses Malfoy and Greengrass, she had a brief thought that she may want that marriage, and it was meeting Draco in person that had changed that desire when reality set in.

But Draco had taken that initial whim, and like someone surgical with Obliviate had rewritten Daphne Greengrass to never let that desire go. He had followed it back to the root and made it core in Daphne's personality, she would never think of not being with Draco, of not being the subservient slut whose responsibility it was to further House Malfoy's aims. Draco had molded Daphne further, reintroducing old lessons in Pureblood Culture Daphne had learned at the age of six, archaic in their manner that women should serve men and the magical lessons involving housework and chores, and made them core memories for Daphne to treasure. Daphne was more traditionally Pureblood than his own mother, and it both equally bored and aroused Draco to have the Ice Queen act like a content housewife.

The third time Draco had nutted in Daphne's cunt he had asked her to invite her best friend Tracey Davis for a chat, but then told her that once they returned that Daphne leave the room and wait for him outside. Sure enough, Daphne and Tracey came back to the Prefect's bedroom on the excuse that Daphne had discovered a hidden drawer containing a secret trove of pictures, the type of thing that would entice any Slytherin to take a peek and see if something was valuable. The fair-skinned brunette had blinked in surprise at seeing Draco; who quickly confessed to Tracey of his secret love for her while Daphne left the room. A lie, of course, Draco had never considered Tracey Davis anything above a good shag as her talents and pedigree were just too sub-par to Draco. But the lie accomplished it's purpose, bringing back the time she had a brief romantic thought on Draco in first year. Draco once again took that miniscule moment of desire and fanned it until Tracey was overwhelmed how in love she was with Draco Malfoy and had always been.

Draco fucked Tracey Davis for twenty minutes after that, ejaculating into her gushing cunt and possibly siring another Malfoy bastard. But twenty minutes after that, Draco returned to Daphne; asking her what Tracey looked like. Daphne had responded that Tracey had short curly brown hair that stopped short of her ears, had fair skin and brown eyes. Draco had nodded, and then took Daphne into the room to see Tracey Davis, who had been transformed into a Black woman with dreads for hair that extended all the way down to her ass. Opening her mouth in confusion for a second, Draco witnessed Daphne's memories rearrange themselves. Tracey had always been Black. Reality had been changed by Draco's third and most frightening ability: "Distortion."

Like Introspection, Draco had kept eye contact with Tracey Davis for a sustained period of time (telling her to shut up and stop moving when she tried to embrace him as her lover). Draco had felt the lined scar in his chest flare, not in pain but an itchiness. Whatever force was giving him these abilities didn't agree with using them this way, until Draco had thought that he needed to understand what he could do to keep himself safe, and it was as if a mental block had been lifted. Draco had concentrated on Tracey's hair, imagining it longer and more vibrant, and like the thought he had replaced in Daphne and Tracey, he felt Tracey's hair shift to become what he desired. After that, he had decided to make Tracey the opposite to who she had been before, hence the black girl with dreads messily sucking on his cock. Draco looked over at the former Greengrass heiress and thought about what he'd like to change about the Ice Queen of Slytherin.

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"Watcher, Harry." Harry turned to see red hair so much like his mother bob through the sea of students:

Many of the people in Harry's life had always equated Ginny to his mother, the fiery personality and flaming red hair, lithe and slender body with an air of mischief about them both. However, Harry could attest that Susan Bones had always equated more with Lily Evans than Ginny. Susan was reserved, but kind (when she didn't believe rumors about Harry during the bad times). Curvaceous, many a Gryffindor lad had nutted to the idea of sticking their dick inside Susan's sweater and going to town on her funbags. It was sad in a way, Harry had learned; for so many years he had always thought of Susan as the girl with amazing tits and had failed to see the courageous and heroic individual that he spent time practicing with in the Room of Hidden Things as part of the DA. More so, Harry had wanted to talk with Susan; to offer condolences for the loss of Amelia Bones, who had seemed stern but was an exemplar of justice in a time that needed heroes.

"Susan, what's up?" Harry asked, glancing around for his other friends who were nowhere to be seen. Hermione had attended History of Magic with them, but her expression seemed far away. Ron had ditched, and with Lavender's absence it was clear that the two of them thought a make-out session was time better spent than listening to Binns drone on about goblin wars. Harry would make the same choice if he wasn't forever single. The vial of Felix Felicitas hidden in his robes was looking more tempting by the day.

"That's kind of what I wanted to ask you." Susan replied, her eyes also looking around the corridor; presumably for eavesdroppers. "What's the plan for this year? Are we running the DA again? I mean, we're not going to trust our defense lessons just to Snape, are we?" Susan queried, her eyes looking tired and serious rather than the vibrant optimism Harry was used to seeing when Susan was hanging around her fellow Hufflepuffs.

"I…" Harry paused, unsure how to answer. Susan had a point about Snape, who despite knowing the material for Defense had done nothing to earn the trust of his non-Slytherin students. Harry had heard whispers from his classmates after Slughorn's potion lectures, that they were excited to learn again, with the stress of OWLs over and reports of the ongoing war had motivated Hogwarts students more than previous years. Harry did want to contribute, but he still felt awful about the friends who had followed him to the Department of Mystery last year and did not want to see anyone else die like Sirius.

"If you want to run it, go ahead?" Harry ended, awkwardly. There was the mission that Dumbledore had given Harry as well, and going through Voldemort's memories seemed more important than seeing his younger peers accomplish a Stunning Charm.

Despite his meek answer, Susan bobbed her head in determination. "Okay. I'll ask around. Harry, I didn't want to bother you, but… my aunt died. I doubt she'll be the first." Susan said, solemnly. "Anyways, I've got to go to Herbology next with the Slytherins, next."

"Ok, I'll see you…" Harry started "…Wait." Susan Bones turned to Harry, eyes questioning. Susan was quite beautiful, Harry thought suddenly. "Draco Malfoy. He's up to something. I don't know what. I've been trying to find out, but I think he's on to me. Could you...?" Harry asked, but stopped as he didn't know what he was asking Susan to do.

"…Find out? Um... We don't really talk much. I don't even know how I'd get close enough." Susan stammered.

"Forget it." "I'll give it a try!" The two spoke at once. Harry blinked as Susan rallied in determination. "My aunt was an auror. She taught me some things. And if there's ever a time to put into practice… bye Harry!" The redhead surged with enthusiasm, happy to do something for the war effort.

Harry watched the curvy redhead leave, and worried that he was sending Susan into a bad situation.

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"Waste of an House-Elf! They can't even get my breast size right!" Daphne complained, feeling the strain of the sports bra against her new DD breasts, not that anyone but Draco knew they were new. With this most recent distortion, Daphne's lithe and shapely body had become a little more full, while not as voluptuous as Susan Bones or to a lesser extent, Hermione Granger, Draco took the opportunity to cup the bountiful chest, feeling the firm perky underside as his thumbs came to twist and flick her nipples. Daphne sighed in pleasure as Draco continued to molest her, and when they began to leak milk Daphne did not question as Draco reach around to suckle at her bosom. Daphne had always thought it odd that her breasts would swell with milk occasionally, especially as her mother had always claimed that women had to be pregnant for that to happen. Daphne smiled and took it as a good omen of things to come.

"I've sent out the invitations. Are you sure you want to invite the seventh years as well? Not that I doubt your capabilities, but they could give be trouble if things come to blows." Daphne questioned, acting as a sounding board for Draco, whose hands drifted downwards to Daphne's hairless snatch. "House rules, Daphne." Draco replied. "Snape won't be there but there can be decorum in stressful times like this, and they underestimate me now due to my father. They don't know I have you in my corner."

"For a few days, until Gringotts eventually leaks the change in my status. Astoria's going to be flustered by all the attention she'll be getting." Daphne teased, but Draco tightened his grip on Daphne's vagina, causing her to yelp in alarm, pain and pleasure. "Astoria is mine." Draco warned, and Daphne nodded her head in assent. "Of course, darling. Everyone else is too stupid to see. She's yours."

"You've angered me, Daphne. And I don't have enough time to fuck you again. Finish the arrangements for tonight. I've left a list. Have Davis reach out to Granger, I want to know where Potter keeps that luck potion. Fuck if I'll let him keep that." Draco pushed Daphne away, and she skidded towards the bedspread in imbalance due to her larger assets.

"Of course, my lord." Daphne said deferentially, not reacting to Draco's aggressive actions. It was only natural for a man to assert himself over his property, Daphne recalled from her Pureblood Culture classes. Draco huffed, pulling on his robe on and exiting to head to Herbology Class.

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"Good morning, everyone! I hope you've all had a fruitful summer! But in case you haven't, we'll be examining fruits from the Northern regions MACUSA territories" Professor Sprout gave a soft laugh at her joke "but as we examine the newest cross-pollination methods from our colleagues across the world, feel free to pair up to do some clippings. The first years are in here next and let's show we can keep a clean and beautiful greenhouse, hmm?"

"Suze? Partner up?" Susan Bones turned her head away from looking at Draco Malfoy to reply to her friend Hannah Abbot. There was something different about Draco, Susan thought. He looked… calm, and strong. Different from the anxious blond she had seen aboard the Hogwarts Express just a week and a half ago. Girding herself, Susan replied to Hannah. "No, not today. I've got to go ask Malfoy something."

"Malfoy?" Hannah asked in confusion as the redhead stepped away from her. Breathing out, Susan adjusted her robes, which she had magically altered minutes ago to be tighter around her body. It was embarrassing, Susan noted, that the only plan she had to get information out of Draco Malfoy was to flirt with him, but they had no mutual friends anymore and Harry had emphasized the need to find out what Draco was up to, and Susan was aware that she desired by a great deal of her male classmates. She kept that thought on her mind as she made her way towards the Slytherin, breathing out evenly to bring up her Occlumency shields if necessary. Stepping past Theodore Nott and Gregory Goyle, she gave an announcing cough to bring Draco's attention to her. Her brown eyes met Draco's blue, and Susan Bones felt herself flush as she realized how handsome the Malfoy Scion was close up.

"Do you need a partner?" Susan asked, unaware her entire life was about to change.

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I need to flirt with Draco to get information for Harry. Draco saw the surface desire in Susan's aura.

Whatever magic the Mirror had infused Draco with completely bypassed the Mind Arts of Occumulancy, as his reflexive subtle Legimancy probe bounced of Susan Bones shield with ease, showing the training the dauntless Amelia Bones had imprinted on the Bones heir. Seconds passed between the two students, but Draco was following a web of desires from that very root thought while pantomiming an answer for the beautiful Hufflepuff. He could see the conversation between Harry and Susan an hour earlier, see Susan's need to involve herself deeper in the War, to avenge her aunt.

There were deeper desires, the need to change the society that continued to support monsters like the Dark Lord. Draco glanced at memories of Susan and her aunt having deep conversations about this in their home, about spycraft, tactics and logistics. Susan had originally planned on serving as a legislator for the Wizarding Government, perhaps ascending to Minister before her aunt's death had changed that to the more battle-hardened occupation of Auror.

Draco delved into her feelings about Harry Potter, how she had learned from him the previous year and built a sense of camaraderie in their spellwork. There was attraction there, too; but also desires to avoid earning more attention and danger that would come along with becoming involved with him.

Additionally, to Draco's delight; there were echos of suspicion about Potter from previous years. Was he the one opening the Chamber of Secrets? Did he cheat his way into the Triwizard Tournament? Why was the Ministry so against him? Why was it that Hogwarts could not have a regular school year without Potter and his friends creating a scandal? Draco following these past desires to uncover the dark side of Harry Potter and determining that was an amusing enough scenario; used his Introspection to change Susan's mindset.

I need to flirt with Draco to get information about Harry. He's dangerous. Draco can give me the unvarnished truth about him, it's for the War. Susan reasoned, not recognizing the cognitive dissonance that she and Harry were technically on the same side. But Susan recalled there were too many incidents at school where Harry was accused of something, and Susan found that she could not drop that suspicion. She NEEDED the truth, even if she had to spend time with Draco Malfoy to get it.

The blonde scion was still staring at her without saying anything, but there was a hunger as well as his eyes visually inspected her lips, her eyes and the plunging neckline she had decided on to throw Draco off his game.

"I'll allow it." Draco said with a cocky tone, before moving aside some of his books to give Susan more of his personal space. Susan stepped forward, placing her books daintily on the desk, she subtly arched her back to turn a page, glancing over her shoulder to see Draco's eyes roam along the outline of her back and buttocks. "You look good today, Bones." Draco complimented, which filled Susan with a sense of accomplishment that her plan was working, and happiness that the hottest guy in class was giving her attention. "Thanks Draco, you don't look too bad yourself." For flirtation, it was very basic; but as the class continued, Susan found herself increasingly charmed by the Malfoy scion, and her responses become more authentic than planned. A subtle touch of the hands here, a smile there, her heartbeat faster and faster in anticipation as she felt closer to Draco Malfoy. Why did she ever think badly of him? It was later as class was ending that he extended an invitation to "chat" inside an abandoned classroom on the fourth floor, remembering her mission to get information from Draco, Susan readily agreed before returning to her best friend Hannah Abbot.

"Merlin, Susan! Why are you hanging off Draco Malfoy's arm? He's social suicide!" Hannah rebuked, always confident enough in her friendship with Susan to tell her hard truths. Susan pursed her lips in annoyance but leaned in closer to Hannah. "It's for the War, Hannah." Susan stated, causing her blonde friend's eyes to widen. "I need you to pass a message to Harry Potter for me."

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Harry hadn't expected to hear so soon from Susan Bones about her efforts to get information from Draco, but from Hannah's retelling of the Herbology class earlier, Susan had really went for the charm offensive on Malfoy, garnering a few raised eyebrows from their classmates and even Professor Sprout at what was described as a "meet-cute". Harry had worried about Susan's approach of appearing to be interested in Malfoy or talking to him directly, but Harry understood that he was privileged in a sense to have a magical person-locating map and a nigh-impermeable Invisibility cloak and knew garnering information required many methods rather than following and hoping the bad guys would reveal their evil plan.

Besides, Susan obviously had a good sense of what she was getting into; passing along the message to observe the interrogation on the fourth floor as a countermeasure if Malfoy tried to do anything to her. Harry had made apologies to Ron and Hermione (who had thankfully dropped the whole Half-Blood Prince thing like a bad memory) before sneaking off underneath the cloak to observe Susan's interrogation of the blonde git.Harry found the room Hannah described. Sticking his wand out an inch from the cloak, Harry began casting diagnostics on the archway to see if there were any wards present and found none, before glancing at the Marauder's Map to confirm both Susan and Malfoy were inside the room. Harry remembered the old games of Draco setting up false duels to try and get Ron and him in trouble, and vowed not to be surprised by Malfoy any time soon.

That hope died when he entered the room to see Susan Bones on her knees sucking on Draco's penis with enthusiasm. Fighting the urge to shout or otherwise make noise, Harry felt his knees buckling and lightheaded as he reached behind him to grab a desk near the classroom entrance. There was a slight scraping sound and both Susan and Draco turned to look at the slightly open classroom directly at Harry, who thankfully was obscured behind the Invisibility Cloak.

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"Damn it, Bones. Lock the door, you silly slag." Draco scolded Susan who was eyeline with his phallus. The Hufflepuff puffed her cheeks at the insult before spitting on Draco's dick and extended her tongue to spread her saliva on the underside with more talent than Daphne had demonstrated the night previously but made no effort to close the door, the greedy bitch. Draco felt his loins shudder in response before remembering what he was doing here. Draco raised his wand, whipping it in a delayed motion to shut the door closed with a WHUMP and charming it locked. Potter had been right to check the room for wards that would alert for strangers, but Draco had been even more subtle than that. Temperature charms. Humans naturally increased the temperature of a room by exhaling the carbon dioxide in their bodies, so when Draco saw the slight blue hue in the corner of the room turning slightly more purple he was aware Potter was in here and hiding. It was too much hope that Draco's ability to read desires could extend to an Invisibility Cloak, but Malfoy always had suspicion that Potter's cloak was special somehow.

Anyways, time to enact the plan. Draco thought, and he felt the scar on chest slightly itch and his body filled with energy. Obviously, whatever spirit that possessed Draco wanted to put Potter in his place. Grabbing hold of Susan's head with both hands, he began forcing his penis deeper down her through, roughly face-fucking her and pulling her red hair in clumps. Susan tried to voice her discomfort but Draco railed through her attempt, while also staring down at her cheeks acting like a piston and overrun by tears. Draco felt his chest itch and as reality once again distorted as Susan's mouth and throat began to reshape to take Draco's cock perfectly, and soon he felt only the slight pressure of her throat coinciding with his thrusting. "Fuck, you're such a good cocksucker!" Draco praised aloud for Potter. "You're proving your worth, you fucking whore! You were wise to offer yourself to me, to the winning side. You want to come to the Slytherin parties? Meet and mingle with the future servants of the Dark Lord?"

--

Harry had always known Draco was a bastard. He had offered feigned friendship when they were eleven, and had Harry not be exposed to so many of the same tactics by Dudley as children Harry might have taken Draco up on it. A guide to the Wizarding World? What eleven-year-old wouldn't want a bit of help understanding the magical world of spells, creatures, charms and curses? There was still a lot of history and social conventions that Harry didn't understand about Wizarding England. But Harry did understand bullies; the cowards who used status, physicality, rules and force to tear someone else down. Seeing Susan debase herself like this, using herself as a tool for Draco's pleasure filled Harry with immense rage. Harry wanted nothing more than to use the spell he found in the Half-Blood Prince's book for enemies, Sectumsempra, if only to find out what it would do that blond git.

However, it was clear that Susan had some kind of plan that Harry shouldn't interfere with. Her eyes were clear, and she showed no hesitancy in her movements or actions so there was no foreign spellwork on her. And the roughness that Draco had forced on Susan's throat would cause anyone to throw up a potion. Shockingly, this was all Susan. Harry found himself both repulsed and awed that she would willingly perform oral sex on Malfoy and was amazed at her acting like she liked it, if her groaning and moaning was anything to go by. Susan raised her left hand to touch Draco's, while her right hand snaked into her robes. Possibly to get her wand, Harry thought maliciously. Perhaps Susan planned on threatening Draco's penis when he was distracted?

--

Draco felt Susan tap his hand, trying to get him to slow down his face-fucking and provide her with air. Snarling as he hadn't released his load yet, Draco ignored her and instead moved one of his hands gripping the base of her skull to her chin, forcing her to look to his eyes. She seemed awed and scared, as any half-blood should when faced with Purebloods like Draco Malfoy, and her surface desires were about how despite she was finding the vigorous fucking surprisingly pleasurable she had no intention of tasting his seed. Draco was tempted, after all spraying Susan Bones in the face or her robes (she was still wearing too much, Draco groused) and marking her out to the other students of Hogwarts as his was tempting. He met her brown eyes with his green, and found a desire to have her favorite food, cinnamon rolls, and replaced that food in her mind with his cum. The tapping against his hand ceased, and Draco found himself releasing twenty minutes of pent-up semen into Susan Bones' throat. He released her head, and like a cat lapping up milk the redhead began lovingly kissing along his cock, running her tongue over the bristles of his pubic hairs to remove any trace of Draco's cum. "You taste delicious." Susan said, dreamily and honestly, before returning to the script Draco had made her memorize before. "So I can be your girlfriend, then? It's the only way I can be safe. My aunt would want me to do this. You'll protect me, right? From the Dark Lord?"

"Of course!" Draco replied, play-acting to the invisible scarhead. "My father may be out of favor for the moment, but I assure you he trusts me. I'm not even Marked." Draco boasted, rolling up his sleeves and revealing his toned and bare skin. Draco savored the confusion Potter likely felt, having seen the Dark Mark on his person just a week and a half ago. "But I expect this every week, Susan. Your mouth, your tits, and your ass. You give yourself to me and I will make it known to everyone of His followers. And if you do well enough to please me and the Dark Lord conquers London, you can even become a Malfoy if you wish! How fortunate for you, you half-Muggle. Getting me to fuck your cunt and bear my children."

"But his followers here in Hogwarts… I don't know them." Susan said, staying on the topic of the War and avoiding any mention of marriage and children. "Can you introduce me?"

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Merlin, Susan. Harry thought, trying to keep his breath even and ignore every itch and urge to move. Harry felt ashamed at his half-erection rising beneath his robes, but it was near impossible to not be aroused at the oral sex he was witnessing. Harry knew about sex, of course, having seen Dudley's magazines when younger and porn stash he had hidden inside Harry's former bedroom under the stairs. He had thought about sex for the past two years, imagining laying with women and girls from inside and outside of Hogwarts: Cho, Hermione, Ginny, a threesome with the Patil Twins, Tonks, Molly Weasley, and thousands more. But it was one thing to imagine and masturbate and another to be in the room where it happened.

Regardless, it seemed Susan had accomplished her aim in getting information from Draco. Harry had no clue how the Dark Mark had disappeared from Draco's arm. Was it some kind of spell modification? Could Voldemort make it disappear? Also, the confirmation that Draco was willingly part of the Death Eaters in school, if Susan could succeed in infiltrating the group, giving those names to Dumbledore or the Aurors, it could make an impact in the War against Voldemort. Harry did not want to see Draco any kind of happy like the smug expression he wore now, but if Susan was willing to go this far to help him… perhaps it was time to trust her with some of his secrets.

"In time." Draco said, and his wilting penis suddenly regained some blood and stood tall at full mast of eight inches, making Harry feel inadequate at his own size below his robes. "First, I think you should please your boyfriend a little more and let me fuck your mammoth tits." Draco drawled.

Harry blinked at the vulgarity, but Susan's amazing acting showcased itself as she gave a wide smile and began to disrobe eagerly for the smug Slytherin. For the next hour, Harry watched Draco please himself with Susan's body before Draco bid goodbye.

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"Report, my spy." Draco ordered the redhead standing before him while the familiar mouth of Daphne Greengrass coated his cock in saliva and remnants of Susan's juices :

"He bought it all, sir." Susan Bones replied happily. "When you left, Harry took off an invisibility cloak and 'congratulated' me on tricking you. He wanted me to know that I didn't have to do anything with you in the future, that we could charm or potion you and Obliviate you afterwards. But I brought up that you would want to 'display me blowing you' to your friends soon and that it was too dangerous." Susan stated, pushing her bountiful breasts together and twirling her hair absently in front of the man she now loved. "He wanted to go to Dumbledore immediately, try to expel you for admitting to being part of the Death Eaters."

"And how did that make you feel? That I might be part of them?" Draco questioned, assessing Susan's surface desires, and tweaking her further as they conversed to something more of his liking.

"Of course, you'd never debase yourself for a false Pureblood, sir! I understand you were brought in because of your father. But you! You're… better than the Death Eaters. They should be serving you, not some descendent of a squib." Susan stated fervently. "I believe in you, sir! You're going to bring back the proper way of Purebloods and lead this country to a golden age."

Draco pressed. "And your response to Potter about the expulsion?"

"I told him to hold off, sir. Said that it was all circumstantial and hearsay." Susan smiled. "Said that even if he tried to get Skeeter to write an article or something that it could extend out to the Courts. Potter's a dumbass who doesn't understand anything about them. And you should have seen the way his face scrunched up when I told that under Veritaserum I'd admit that I basically entrapped you under false circumstances, had sex with you willingly, and enjoyed the roughness, sir. He looked upset about it, but basically said that out of everyone in Hogwarts I would know the most about Wizarding Law."

Draco laughed. "What else?"

"He has a map. It's enchanted. Tied to the wards of Hogwarts, somehow. He showed me that it shows where everyone else is, even under Invisibility Cloaks. But it didn't show him when he put his own on." Susan explained.

"That… complicates a lot of things. We're going to have to move the meeting off-grounds." Draco meandered. "Did you bring up the House of Black ritual?"

"Yes, sir. Harry mentioned that Dumbledore brought up his inheritance from his uncle during some meeting, but I don't think he knows that he is the heir. When I brought up the challenge customs, he had no idea what I was talking about." Susan stated. "He mentioned maybe taking Felix Felicitas to make sure it went well for him… He really hates you, sir."

"I know." Draco smiled. "And I hate him. But tell me, Susan. How do you feel about Harry Potter?"

"He's nothing compared to you, sir." Susan stated succinctly. "How do you want to deal with him?"

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Harry. I'm bringing Hannah into our project. She won't be happy about it but I think that Draco will demand less of me if he can 'play' Hannah and I off each other. The more power he thinks he has, the more I can find out.
Harry watched with a scowl as the message on the coin disappeared. The Protean charm certainly helped with spywork, Harry mused.

"Hey Harry!" Ron's voice yelled out to him, Lavender trailing behind him. Both of them looked more serious than usual. "Mione's in the hospital wing. They're saying she's been obliviated."

Harry scowled, returned the coin to his robe pocket and left the Gryffindor common room with his friends.

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Chapter 3: Politics and Pussy

Hannah Abbott fidgeted in her seat, accepting the cup of tea from Daphne Greengrass who was acting as a welcoming host, smile wide and warm, nothing like the Ice Queen of Slytherin that Hannah had heard about from her fellow Puffs. Her impressions of Daphne mostly came from the boys she rejected, like Zacharias Smith near the end of the previous year and Justin Fitch-Fletchly during the Yule Ball scramble to get a date. Hannah was the only one in the room drinking tea, Daphne, Tracey Davis and her friend Susan Bones were all drinking from glasses rather than the fine china Daphne had set out for her, and it was some kind of thick white liquid. Hannah had expected Daphne to offer it to her as well for the sake of equality, but Daphne had smiled and said that it was a drink that you had to get used to.

"Sorry I'm late." Draco Malfoy entered the classroom, carrying a brown cloth bag. "I went back to the Room and found something…unexpected. Daphne, put this in your trunk. DO NOT open this. We'll deal with this later" Draco practically ordered Daphne, and Hannah had to doubletake at how Daphne and Susan responded to Draco's tone, with Daphne deferentially nodded saying "Of course, my l-Draco" and stepping away. Susan give a slight whine before Draco turned to her. Susan immediately launched herself into his arms and he brought her into a deep kiss, his right hand sliding down her waist and lightly patting her ass. Hannah's eyebrows rose in consternation, and she vowed to have a serious talk with Susan about her new 'relationship' with Draco Malfoy. Hannah wasn't sure if it was real or not, considering that apparently it was something to do with the War and she had passed the message to Harry about it, but if Susan was going to let herself be grabbed by the ass in the halls of Hogwarts, her reputation was going to plummet quickly.

"Hrmm." Hannah Abbott cleared her throat to bring Susan and Draco's attention back to her. "I heard there's some Sacred Twenty-Eight business to discuss? Shall we observe the customs or get down to it?" Hannah asked, addressing the two other purebloods in the room; Draco and Daphne. Daphne handed Draco a drink, tea not the mystery drink the other girls in the room were imbibing. Draco gave a smile that caused Hannah's heart to briefly flutter before parting from Susan and setting himself down in the chair opposite her. "Are we waiting for more people? Ernie? More Slytherins?" The last comment was directed towards Susan, who didn't look phased or ashamed at bringing her new 'boyfriend' and best friend together in the same room like she was seeking Hannah's approval about Malfoy.

"No, we have enough here. Very well, House Malfoy wishes to enact the Challenge custom for the remnants of House Black." Draco intoned. Hannah's mouth opened in surprise before she mastered her expression using Occlumency. "Challenge? Now? You've had months since Sirius Black died. Even still, the Ministry is doing everything they can to distance themselves from your father. Any families that support you have ties to terrorists and Potter has Dumbledore in his corner, as well. Are you daft? What would you even base your challenge from?"

"Survival." Draco answered, and Hannah's eyes darted over to Susan in fear before logic set in and she calmed herself, there was no way Susan could be pregnant. But if not her… Hannah looked over to Daphne Greengrass cradling her stomach, smile soft and eyes drawn to Draco who was smiling smugly at Hannah. "Well…" Hannah spoke, voice unable to hide the shock. "It's not a magically recognized union, though. And a child out of wedlock, even if Daphne is pureblood… You need someone impartial for the challenge, and she obviously isn't impartial." At the same time, her mind was reeling. Greengrass was pregnant?! Obviously, the heiress status would pass down because there wasn't a union. But how was Susan involved? And why would she pretend to be Malfoy's girlfriend with all of this going on?

"Of course. You're the impartial party." Draco stated plainly. "You're not about to back Potter, right?"

Hannah scoffed. "I like him more than you. You've only been an asshole for… forever." Hannah felt a miniscule joy in seeing Malfoy's beautiful nostrils flare. Beautiful? Hannah grimaced, examining the tea held in her hand and wondering if she had ingested a potion. But Hannah had a duty to her family, and so she asked "Should we assist you, what does House Abbott get out of this?"

Draco smirked. "House Abbott gets to avoid the scandal of England knowing you're a addict."

Hannah dropped her cup, scalding her leg with the hot tea.

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"Oh dear, she spilled her tea." Daphne fretted, and approached Hannah who couldn't hide her flinch. Technically, under Sacred Twenty-Eight rules the two parties couldn't harm each other but Draco revealing her secret had Hannah flustered beyond her Occlumency shields could handle. However it wasn't a wand in Daphne's hand, but a tablecloth to clean the mess. She handed a second to Hannah to clean herself, before taking the cup of tea away. A moment later, Tracey Davis placed a glass full of the white liquid in front of her. The black women smiled sympathetically at Hannah "perhaps you want something stronger" she said, but Hannah could tell she supported Draco in this manner.

"H-how?" Hannah stammered. She couldn't help but think back to fourth year when she had developed the Glitterdust habit; it had been her date, a handsome boy from Beaubaxtons named Leon who had offered her a little 'boost' when she had felt exhausted from the dancing. Young and stupid, Hannah had partaken, and chasing that feeling of numbness and euphoria the rest of Fourth Year had nearly ruined Hannah's life. She had come close to prostituting herself towards Leon who had turned from date to dealer, and it had taken Susan and Amelia Bones stepping in for an intervention when Susan had noticed how odd Hannah was acting. They kept it quiet, and Hannah was grateful that she had a true friend like Susan. Was she still? "Susan?"

"I told him." Susan confirmed, and Hannah felt her heart shatter. She didn't look sorry at all. Her eyes were clear and resolute, with no signs of spellwork on her. Hannah shuddered, angrily grabbing hold of the white drink on the table, and gulping it down. It was thick and tangy, and frankly disgusting. "There's no alcohol in this." Hannah remarked, disappointed. "We've been friends since we were THREE, Susan! Why would you throw it all away for Malfoy?"

"I changed her mind yesterday." Draco spoke for Susan, looking positively devilish. "What are you, Susan?"

"I'm your spy, sir." Susan responded, adding to Hannah's horror. "I root out secrets from your enemies to benefit House Malfoy. I will join and betray whoever you want, sir, and tell you everything they tell me. Everything I am and I have belongs to you. I love you, sir." Susan said, her cheeks flushed red. "Can we?" The redhead questioned, biting her bottom lip, and ignoring Hannah who felt on the verge of tears.

"Oh, sure." Draco said with a sigh of fondness. "I suppose you earned it." He reached below, grabbing hold of the pants he was wearing and shucked them off. Hannah blinked at the size of Malfoy's erection silhouetted inside his underwear. Susan rose from the chair she was sitting in, reached down below her own skirt, tugging loose the red pair of panties and kicking them over to the wayside.

Hannah reeled from shock as her best friend practically skipped over to Malfoy, who had freed his COCK from his underwear and stood ramrod hard. Susan positioned herself standing over it, facing Hannah. Susan raised her skirt, showing her wet pussy towards Hannah, who had no words as Susan lowered herself onto Draco's phallus. No condom, no potion, Susan's bare folds parted way for Draco's penis, and the blond reposition himself to accept her fully, his hands reaching around her stomach to grab hold of Susan's breasts. Susan sunk down on Draco's member, and her face contorted in pleasure immediately.

"Merlin, you're so tight!" "FUCK!" The two teenagers yelled in ecstasy, and the only sound present in the room was the slapping of skin on skin, grunts from Malfoy and whimpers from Susan. The stacked redhead was spouting a mantra which Hannah could barely make out as "you own me, you own me, you own me…" Hannah wanted to leave, but found her legs unresponsive and her gaze pinned by Draco's own. This was an ambush, Hannah concluded; and she had no friends in this room. Daphne Greengrass was no longer hanging around the seating area, but had stepped away towards a makeshift kitchen and appeared to be frying something on a stovetop, humming to herself contentedly while the father of her child fucked another woman ten feet from her. A second sound joined the room, and Hannah side-eyed Tracey Davis driving three fingers deep into her own cunt which was now exposed and running with juices. She was staring at Susan and Draco fucking and pleasuring herself to it.

"What is this?" Hannah asked, unable to flee or understand what was going on. Yesterday, Susan was normal and her best friend. She had been talking about restarting the DA, and wanted to go see Harry Potter about running it again. Then Herbology, she seemed aimed at Draco and said that it was for the War. As Hannah saw Susan Bones fornicate herself on Malfoy's majestic cock, she wondered how Susan had become this fuckdoll for Draco Malfoy, and would reveal Hannah's secret drug habit that Susan had helped Hannah withdraw from. "This… has to be some kind of spell. Some kind of potion. You're controlling them somehow." Hannah reasoned.

"No spell, no potion. But you're right, I'm controlling them." Draco admitted. "Or I should say really, I'm allowing them some reflection to see their way to the winning side. I'm going to destroy Tom Riddle." Draco grunted, increasing his pace inside Susan's snatch. "I'm going to destroy Albus Dumbledore." Draco brutalized Susan's breasts, squeezing down hard enough to leave red handprints on the shapely bosom and causing her to squeal in joy. "I'm going to destroy Harry Potter. And House Malfoy will rule England and ensure that every Mudblood whore, half-blood slag and Pure-blood slattern knows their place in the pecking order, because Hannah Abbott; that's what I desire." Draco gave a brief grunt, before releasing his load into Susan's pussy. The redhead practically buckled in response and nearly fell over but was held aloft by Draco's muscular arms and displayed towards Hannah. Hannah's eyes travelled down to Susan's pussy, which was coated with a milky white substance that from a small distance smelled tangy.

"The drink…" Hannah said, looking at the empty glass she had put on the table in front of her, the glasses near where Susan used to sit and the one in the kitchen next to Daphne. "You gave me his SPERM?" Hannah yelled at Tracey, surprised at the violation.

"No, Hannah." Draco Malfoy crooned, eyes full of victory and locked onto Hannah's own. "They gave you your fix."

--

I tried. Hannah thought to herself as Draco's pubic hair brushed against her nose. After Draco had said they'd given Hannah her fix, it was like all the rehabilitation progress from last year had disappeared. She felt the desire for another hit, but it wasn't the golden flakes of Glitterdust Hannah craved. The hit she needed was the white liquid gold that only one dealer could provide, Draco Malfoy. I need it. I need your cum. Malfoy clearly enjoyed the power dynamic change between the two, and Susan had equally surprised at how eager Hannah had been to eat her out, to gather every drop of sperm that had gone inside her cunt. But once she was done and there was no sperm left, she had turned to the source, Draco's dick still wet and glistening from the vigorous fucking he had given Susan.

"You're going to help me with the House of Black." Draco had told her.

"Yes." Hannah capitulated. "Please…?"

"You're going to give me access to House Abbott's vaults."

"Of course! Please, can we?"

"You're going to lobby the Wizenmagot to vote how I wish."

"FUCK, Malfoy! Just give me your cock!"

SMACK! Hannah felt herself fall to the ground as she received a full-face smack from Daphne Greengrass. Hannah whimpered in pain, looking around to see Draco's joy and Susan, Daphne and Tracey looking down on her with wrathful expressions. Draco gestured Daphne closer, gave her a slight peck on the lips and slap on the ass and the pregnant Slytherin went back to cooking in the kitchen.

"What are you, Hannah?" Draco asked, echoing what he had said to Susan earlier.

"I'm… an addict, Mr. Malfoy. Your addict." Hannah said, feeling a dryness in her mouth that she couldn't quench. Hannah kept her tone abashed and respectful, like how she used to address Leon.

"Good. You're going to do everything I want or suffer." Draco Malfoy drawled, before gesturing Hannah forward so that she could get what she NEEDED and fulfill Draco's desires in the process.

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Chapter 4: Hazy Memories

A couple of days ago:

"Obliviate."

It was an odd feeling, losing your memories. The white light that emerged from Luna's wand had stuck to Hermione's temple like a fishing rod reeling her in. Hermione had done as Luna had suggested, thinking deeply on her magical encounter with Draco Malfoy in the dungeon hallway leading towards the Potions classroom where Slughorn had presented the challenge where the prize was the invaluable Felix Felicitus, which Harry had won through subterfuge by using an old Potions textbook signed by the 'Half-Blood Prince'. But something was odd about the sequence of events, Hermione recognized. BEFORE she had met Draco in the hallway and found herself captivated by his eyes, she had seen him before… in Potions. He seemed upset that Harry had won and had stayed behind (presumably to complain to Slughorn), Hermione had stormed off after having an argument with Harry… and had run into Draco coming TOWARDS the Potions classroom. Two Dracos, all the Time Turners were smashed… something familiar…

Polyjuice! I'm so stupid! Hermione thought, before the whole chain of memories and memories were wiped from her mind.

A couple moments later, as the fog cleared from Hermione's eyes which had turning a milky grey as the memories had evaporated from her. She blinked twice, looking around to see she was in a bathroom stall and a willowy girl with dreamlike eyes and messy blonde hair stood before her. Lucy? No…

"Luna?"

"Hermione, how do you feel?" Luna Lovegood asked, concern etched across her features. She held her wand aloft, still pointing at Hermione, but Hermione could not discern any hostile intent.

Hermione pursed her lips, assessing herself. "I feel good. Relieved?" Horny, Hermione's mind supplied, indeed, every part of Hermione's body felt stimulated. Her hands ached with pain from overuse, and her vagina was wet below her skirt but also swollen from overactivity. Her breasts felt like they had been squeezed and twisted, and her nipples chafed against her robes. Hermione could not see herself in a mirror, but she suspected her hair was also disheveled, as she could see wanton curls out of position of her normal eyeline and there was a strong smell in the air. "What happened?... Did…something happen to me?" Did I have sex in a bathroom stall? Hermione questioned, because all the signs were pointing to it.

"You were… troubled." Luna started; voice soft "You messaged me here. Well, me and Ginny; but she was busy. You were masturbating quite a lot." Luna bluntly remarked in her usual tone, shocking Hermione with the truth. "You said that something happened to you outside of Potions but wouldn't say anything else. Then you asked me to wipe your memory."

"B-but that's illegal! Incredibly dangerous! A-and stupid!" Hermione exclaimed before gasping oddly; her face aflame that Luna had seen her pleasuring herself. Hermione felt a phantom pang of arousal as she squinted in concentration to regain the lost memories that Luna had removed, but just as quickly Luna bound her in an incarcerous spell.

"Stop Hermione. That's the worst thing you can do." Luna chided. "Your memories were magically removed; they are essentially obliterated. To restore memories would take a magical presence beyond witches and wizards; and would be dangerous to how you process memories." Luna informed; her face solemn "We should have gone to the Hospital Wing in the first place. Now, I need your word that you're going to take it easy the next couple of days. Low-stress activities, nothing stimulating beyond homework, treat yourself like a muggle with a concussion or else you won't recover. And of course, you can't say anything; I don't want to get in trouble with the Aurors."

Hermione groused. "Fine. Can I have some privacy?"

Luna blinked, glancing around at the bathroom stall at Hermione's discarded clothing. "Oh, right. Let me know when you're ready to go, and I'll escort you back to the Gryffindor common room."

--

"Could someone tell me the origin of this rune?" Professor Babbling asked, and Hermione immediately raised her hand in response. No one else of the assembled Ravenclaws and Gryffindors volunteered, and the rotund Babbling hid a sigh before gesturing for Hermione to answer.

"Corsican, ma'am." Hermione stated confidently. Ancient Runes was one of the classes Hermione enjoyed more than others, and it relied mostly on theory and memorization. A rune could be drawn, altered, but it was like learning a language; with each symbol being a letter capable of combining effects of magic in scientifically expected ways.

"That's… wrong, Miss. Granger." Babbling answered, confused that her top student could get a wrong answer. "Would anyone else like to try?" The professor asked, looking out at the class.

"French?" Padma Patil spoke up, the beautiful Indian witch side-eyed Hermione and gave a victorious smirk as Professor Babbling awarded five points to Ravenclaw. It was rare occasion that Hermione Granger would get anything wrong in class and allow another student to shine in front of their professors. Hermione did not feel the usual frustration and determination to go back over the material that she had missed, but instead was surprised to find her nipples harden below her shirt as her breath picked up. She was aroused.

--

"Granger!" A voice called out to the retreating Hermione Granger whose face was flushed with heat. The arousal that came from getting an answer wrong did not seem to go away, instead it amplified with each consecutive wrong answer. By the third time it happened, Hermione had taken to calling herself stupid in her thoughts and had begun wondering if the Obliviation had done more damage than expected. She was feeling aroused, but it wasn't directed at anyone but herself. Examining further, Hermione discovered that the growing attraction to her friend Ronald Weasley had disappeared suddenly along with her jealousy over Lavender, and even the daydreams about her other friend Harry Potter seemed marred by foreign thoughts that he wasn't manly enough for a relationship or even a quick fuck.

"Granger!" The voice called again, and Hermione turned around to spot Tracey Davis. Or the new Tracey Davis, as it were; as suddenly Hermione's memories shifted again, replacing every incident of the fair-haired Caucasian with brown eyes Tracey Davis with the black girl standing in front of her with dreadlocks. Hermione felt lightheaded for a moment, before her eyes rolled to the back of head and she passed out in the hallway.
"Merlin." Tracey said, looking around to see if there was anyone nearby. "I can't be seen with you unconscious, Granger. But this will make getting Master Draco's information easier." She quickly lifted Hermione's splayed-out body with a Locomotus spell, before squirreling the mousy Gryffindor away in a nearby broom closet and locking the door behind them.

--

"Luna?" Hermione groggily asked, feeling herself bound in ropes once again in the span of two days. The brunette girl felt the strain of the ropes around her chest, arms and legs which were set apart. Her pussy was on fire, Hermione noted; throbbing with need and soaking through the skirt she had decided to wear today. But instead of the doe eyed Ravenclaw observing her, a black girl wearing Slytherin robes looked down on Hermione with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. "W-who?"

"Merlin, Granger. It's only been six years of our lives. Have I not made an impression on you?" Tracey Davis mocked "Or are you just stupid?"

"Mmph!" Granger involuntarily moaned, causing a moment of mutual shock between the two girls. Curious, Tracey approached Hermione, and holding her wand close to the brunette she began to trail the ash branch along Hermione's shoulders, dipping down past her heaving breasts and tightened stomach towards Hermione's skirt. Tracey smiled in anticipation before using her wand to lightly lift Hermione's skirt upwards.

"You're soaked, Granger. Do you get off on getting tied up?" Tracey asked, her smile turning cruel. Tracey removed the wand from inspecting Hermione's skirt and gave it a counter-clockwise flick, and Hermione felt the incarcerating ropes tighten across her. She groaned in pain and responsively shouted "Let me go!" Tracey frowned in contemplation. "No, it's not the ropes…You're stupid, Granger."

"Oh God!" Hermione exclaimed in pleasure, as her folds began to leak again, dripping on to the floor. Tracey smiled in triumph. "You're a stupid slut, Granger. Dumb as a post. Dumber than Lavender Brown." With each consecutive insult to her intelligence, Hermione began bucking against the air, but was restrained by the ropes, a low moan escaped her throat as the frustration built within the Gryffindor.

"I bet you want to be free, right, Granger? To go to town on that needy cunt, plunge your fingers inside and lick the juices. Oh, I understand. I feel it all the time around Master Draco; just being in his presence makes me wet and ready for him to enter my pussy and fill it with his seed." Tracey confessed, feeling aroused herself as she described it to the bound Hermione. "Mmm… I can feel him if I close my eyes, none of the others can. I think it's because he changed me more than the others. And if I'm correct, he changed you, too. He mentioned you collided outside of Potions, and he told you to watch where you were going, but I bet what he really thought was how stupid you were to get in his way. And now you are, horny and stupid; just like he wants even if he didn't say it out loud."

Tracey used her wand to vanish her clothes, revealing to Hermione the athletic form beneath. Tracey's chocolate skin was toned and tight, and her pussy lips were bare of hair and glistening. Tracey stepped towards Hermione who was still struggling to get away. Tracey readjusted Hermione so that her face was hovering over Tracey's mound, and the black girl said to her "Lick me, you stupid bimbo. Or you don't get to cum."

--

Hermione had to admit that rug-munching was a completely different activity from kissing. It wasn't like Tracey's vagina could kiss Hermione back, but the groans of pleasure and the slurry of discharge from Tracey's engorged vulva gave credence to Tracey enjoying Hermione's ministrations. Kissing and licking and nibbling lightly at Tracey's hairless cunt Hermione felt Tracey's hand dominantly grasping Hermione's hair driving her deeper into the black girl's core. Hermione wanted to resist, but Tracey kept degrading her intelligence, calling her all manners of dumb and driving Hermione's hormones wild in the process. She was a dumb bitch whose only worth was cunt-licking, a Mudblood bimbo who had a fat ass and mediocre tits and a tongue too small to probably service her harem sisters or Master. Tracey was very clear Draco was the Master, and Hermione felt more of mind break and wither away as the obliviation reversed itself and all Hermione felt concerning Draco Malfoy was desire.

"Make me come, you fucking bimbo!" Tracey yelled angrily at Hermione, reaching down to twist Hermione's jutting rock-hard nipple causing the curly brunette to squeal inside Tracey's snatch. Hermione gasped for air but tasted only pussy and discharge, coughing Tracey's juices over the small follicles of hair lining the black girl's labia. All of Hermione's skin felt electric, with arousal and pain and pleasure combining and shining through every erogenous zone; her nipples, her vagina, even stretching to the bottom of her feet and tips of her ears. One giant nerve, manipulated and redirected into getting Tracey Davis to orgasm, to pleasure her superior like a Mudblood should.

"AAAAAAH!" Tracey screamed, and her grip on Hermione's skull flung the brunette backwards away from her as she squirted a stream of pussy juice, coating Hermione with the rewards of her licking. Panting from exertion, the two schoolgirls made eye contact before Tracey reached for the wand next to her on the desk.

"Thanks, you stupid cunt. I look forward to next time. Obliviate."

Moments later, Hermione Granger found herself half-naked in an empty classroom, unaware of how she got there. She screamed.

--

"Hermione?" The boy with a scar across his forehead asked. The name of the boy escaped her, the first thought was that his name was Scarhead. But that didn't seem right. The next thought that reached her was that she felt very annoyed at him for someone who obviously was worried about her. The other two students standing beside him in the room, Weasley and Lav-Lav, looked equally concerned. Regarding them, she felt total indifference to the redhead, while the stacked blonde garnered her interest for a moment, and she wondered what Lav-Lav tasted like.

"Potter, you'll have to be patient with her. It appears Miss Granger has been the subject of multiple Obliviations, with the last one sloppily applied. She's having trouble concentrating and failed some of the basic awareness tests." Madam Pomphrey supplied.

"Mmph!" Hermione groaned, gripping her breast and idly playing with her nipple before the elderly matron told hold of her hand and set it to the side.

"…And then there's that. She keeps voluntarily touching herself like that. But I cannot detect any cursework on her besides the Memory Spells." Pomphrey stated, pity filling her voice. "I've sent for Professor Dumbledore to take a look, but if she doesn't show signs of improvement, I worry that she may have to have a stay at Saint Mungo's."

"Who did this?" Potter said, and Hermione frowned at the beta speaking. Sitting in this bed, she felt the absence of someone keenly. Someone important to her. Someone who could tell her that she was ok like this, being so stupid she could barely remember people's names…

"I cannot say, Mister Potter. This kind of incident required me to send for the aurors. It's not a school matter that I can gossip about." Madam Pomphrey explained. Potter obviously didn't like that answer, as he angrily pushed away Madam Pomphrey's rolling cabinet which had a series of medical tools atop of it.

"SHE'S MY FRIEND! Who did this?!" Potter shouted, and Hermione clamped her hands over her ears at the sheer volume the beta male was producing.

"…Very well. There were two wand signatures found on the spellwork. The more recent Obliviation was from Miss Granger's wand. The second signature belonged to Luna Lovegood."

"Lovegood?" Hermione spoke up for the first time, smiling at everyone in the Hospital Wing who turned their attention to her. "Luna's a pureblood, so it's okay, right?"

For some reason, Potter's face darkened.