The Next Step Chapter 7 (Patreon)

Chapter 7

Harry and Susan sat together in astronomy class, working on their assignment. Professor Sinstra was occupied with other students. "How's your aunt?" Harry asked.

Susan lived with her aunt for most of her life; her parents had died in an accident when she was young.

"She's busy," Susan sighed. "She keeps getting more frustrated with the ministry. They keep replacing staff and capable aurors with people they favor."

"It's been stressful lately," she added, taking a deep breath.

Harry nodded sympathetically. He had also been hearing rumors about the ministry's questionable decisions and favoritism. "I can understand why she's frustrated," he said. "It seems like they're not prioritizing competence and experience anymore."

Susan looked at Harry with a grateful expression. It was comforting to have someone who understood her frustrations. "Exactly," she replied, relieved that Harry shared her concerns.

"How's hannah?" Harry asked. "I noticed I haven't been spending as much time together as you used to." Susan gave a short smile, but behind there was something more.

"She's fine... She spends a lot of time with Neville." Susan's response about Hannah seemed a bit guarded, and Harry couldn't help but notice.

"Neville? I thought he was going out with Fay Dunbar?" Harry asked, puzzled. Susan's smile faded slightly as she looked down at her hands.

"I'm not sure at the moment, but I do know Neville is spending a lot of time with a few girls that pry his interests mostly political." Susan paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully. "I think there might be some changes happening in his life," she finally said. "Maybe we finally decided to become the man of his house?"

Harry listened intently to Susan's words, his curiosity piqued. He had always seen Neville as a shy and reserved person, but it seemed like there was more going on beneath the surface. "That's interesting," Harry replied, trying to hide his surprise. "I never thought of Neville as someone who would be interested in politics."

"You and I both," Susan said, softly laughing. "But people change, you know? Maybe he's found a new passion or something." Harry thought about it. It seems Neville has his own plans for the future with a coven or harem. This could be a potential rival to him, and Harry couldn't help but feel jealous at the thought of Neville potentially having a coven or harem. Pursuing girls like Susan or Daphne might pose a threat to Harry's romantic prospects. He wondered if he should confront Neville about his intentions or just keep an eye on the situation.

"I'm still waiting for something you know." Susan said with a little blush on her cheeks.

Harry looked at Susan, a mix of curiosity and anticipation in his eyes. "Waiting for what?" he asked, unable to hide his own blush.

"Your room." Susan said. "You haven't even invited me over to your place yet." Harry's heart skipped a beat at Susan's words.

"Allow me to make it up to you," Harry replied, a smile spreading across his face. "I invite you to my place for a tour around my room tomorrow night. How does that sound?" Susan's face lit up with excitement.

"I can't wait!" she exclaimed, a playful glint in her eyes. "I've been dying to see where the famous Harry Potter spends his time." The two of them continued to laugh, getting reprimanded by professor sinstra.

After class harry entered his room to see Ginny waiting for him. Ginny was sitting on Harry's bed, a mischievous smile playing on her lips as she looked up at him. "Took you long enough," she teased, standing up and walking towards him. "I've been waiting here for ages."

"How did you get in here?" Harry asked, a mix of surprise and excitement in his voice. Ginny simply shrugged, her smile widening.

"A girl has secrets," she said, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "But don't worry, I won't tell anyone how to bypass the security charms on your door." Harry couldn't help but feel a rush of adrenaline at Ginny's words. He had always been attracted to her fiery spirit and mischievous nature. As she walked towards him, he could feel his heart racing. "Neville talked to me earlier today about going on a date to get to know me better," Ginny said.

"What did you tell him?" Harry asked, his voice filled with curiosity and a hint of concern.

Ginny smirked and placed a hand on Harry's chest, looking up at him with a playful glint in her eyes. "I told him that I already have plans," she replied, her voice filled with confidence. "Plans to spend time with someone who I've had my eye on for quite some time."

"How did he take it?" Harry asked, his voice filled with curiosity.

"He seemed mostly annoyed that I turned him down," Ginny replied, a smirk still playing on her lips.

Harry's expression changed and he quickly grabbed Ginny by the waist and pulled her closer to him. "So you decided to accept my preposal?" Harry whispered, a mixture of excitement and relief in his voice. Ginny's eyes sparkled as she leaned in closer to him.

"Not so fast," Ginny teased, pulling away slightly. "I haven't officially accepted anything yet. You'll have to work a little harder to win me over." She winked at him playfully before stepping back and crossing her arms.

Harry couldn't help but grin at Ginny's playful challenge. He knew he had to step up his game if he wanted to win her over completely. "Challenge accepted," he declared, a determined glint in his eyes.

"I'm a headstrong and independent woman, Harry," Ginny said with a smirk. "I won't be won over so easily." Harry chuckled at Ginny's words, admiring her confidence and spirit. He knew that winning her over would require more than just a few gestures or sweet words. He was prepared to put in the effort and show her how much he cared. "I wouldn't expect anything less," Harry replied, his voice filled with determination. "I'm ready for the challenge." Ginny raised an eyebrow, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. "But know this." harry said. "Once I'm done you'll be begging for my cock."

Ginny quickly interrupted him, a playful smirk on her face. "Oh really? Is that your strategy, Harry?" she teased. "Well, I hate to break it to you, but I won't be so easily swayed by such crude tactics."

Harry grinned mischievously at Ginny's response. "Oh, I have plenty of other tactics up my sleeve," he said, his voice filled with confidence. With a swift motion, he lifted Ginny off her feet and spun her around in the air. She squealed with delight as Harry twirled her around, their laughter filling the room.

Harry walked over to his bed and threw Ginny onto it, her laughter echoing through the room. He climbed on top of her, locking eyes with her. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as their bodies pressed against each other. Their hands explored each other's bodies, tracing curves and sending shivers down spines. Ginny removed her shoes while Harry's hands continued to explore, intensifying their connection. Her long legs, covered in knee-high socks, trailed against Harry's legs, adding even more intensity to their passion. They continued exploring each other, growing more passionate with every touch and kiss.

Harry pulled away and Ginny seemed amused by his sudden pause. "What's the matter, Harry?" she asked, a playful glint in her eyes. "Cat got your tongue?"

Harry smirked at Ginny's teasing remark. "Oh, not at all," he replied, his voice filled with confidence. "I just thought we could take this challenge to the next level." He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a blindfold.

Harry held the blindfold up, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "I want to explore every inch of you, Ginny," he said softly. "And I want you to feel every sensation without any distractions."

Ginny's eyes widened with anticipation as she watched Harry hold up the blindfold. She felt a rush of excitement and curiosity at the thought of surrendering control and allowing herself to fully experience every touch, kiss, and caress without knowing what was coming next.

Harry gently placed the blindfold over Ginny's eyes, securing it snugly. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "Trust me, Ginny. I promise to make it worth your while." Ginny nodded, a mixture of nervousness and excitement coursing through her veins. summing his wand he quickly transfiguered some soft ropes from his wand. He gently secured Ginny's wrists to the bedposts, ensuring that she was comfortable and safe.

He leaned back to admire his handiwork, taking in the sight of Ginny lying there, blindfolded and bound. The anticipation hung heavy in the air as Harry positioned himself beside her on the bed. He began by trailing feather-light kisses along her jawline, down her neck, and across her collarbone. Ginny's breath hitched with each touch, aching for more.

Harry trailed his hands over Ginny's blouse, feeling the soft fabric beneath his fingertips. He slowly unbuttoned each one, savoring the anticipation of what lay hidden beneath. As he exposed Ginny's bare skin, he leaned down to press his lips against her chest, leaving a trail of kisses that made her shiver with delight.

Harry's hands went lower to Ginny's skirt, his touch sending shivers down her spine. He slowly unzipped it and slid it off, revealing her lacy underwear that matched the color of her flushed cheeks. Harry couldn't help but admire the sight before him, feeling a surge of desire coursing through his veins. Ginny lay with her blouse open and her skirt discarded, vulnerable and exposed. The blindfold heightened her senses, amplifying every touch and kiss. Harry continued to explore Ginny's body with his lips and hands, leaving no inch untouched. He traced circles on her stomach, eliciting soft moans from her lips.

"Harry," Ginny gasped, her voice filled with desire and longing. "Please... I need more." Harry smiled, his own desire growing with each breathy plea from Ginny's lips.

Kissing her passionately, Harry moved his lips from Ginny's stomach up to her chest, lingering on each breast before continuing upward. He kissed her collarbone and then made his way back to her neck, nipping and sucking gently along the way. Ginny arched her back in response, craving more of his touch.

Harry's hands rubbed Ginny's lovely thighs, feeling the softness of her skin beneath his fingertips. He could feel her body trembling with anticipation as he moved closer to the center of her desire. Ginny looked like an absolute snack, her body glistening with a sheen of sweat as Harry continued to explore her with his hands and lips. He could feel the heat radiating from between her legs, aching to be touched and pleasured. With a mischievous grin, he slowly slid his hand under Ginny's underwear, teasingly grazing his fingers along her folds.

Ginny gasped and arched her back, aching for more of Harry's touch. Her body trembled with anticipation as he continued to tease her, his fingers dancing along her folds. Each gentle stroke sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, building the desire within her to unbearable heights.

"MMHHHHHH." Ginny struggled against the blindfold, her moans becoming more urgent and desperate. "You like teasing girls, don't you Harry?" she whispered breathlessly. trying to catch her breath. Ginny wanted to try and put up a fight, to show Harry that she was not easily conquered. But deep down, she craved his touch and longed for him to take control.

Harry's desire burned hotter with each moan that escaped Ginny's lips. He loved the way she surrendered herself to him, her body trembling and arching in pleasure. With a smirk, he removed his hand from between her legs, leaving Ginny panting and yearning for more.

Harry leaned down and whispered in Ginny's ear, his voice husky with desire. "Patience, love," he murmured. "I'm just getting started." He kissed her neck again, savoring the way she shivered beneath him.

As Harry continued to explore Ginny's body with his hands and lips, he could feel her desire growing stronger. He reveled in the way she responded to his touch, her body trembling and arching in pleasure. With each gentle stroke, he brought waves of pleasure coursing through her, building the desire within her to unbearable heights. "You like that, don't you?" Harry whispered, his voice filled with satisfaction. Ginny nodded eagerly, her breath coming in short gasps. She wanted more, needed more.

"Then tell me," Harry demanded, his voice low and commanding. "Tell me what you want."

Ginny's heart raced as she felt Harry's commanding presence. She hesitated for a moment, her mind filled with conflicting desires and emotions. But deep down, she knew what she wanted. With a voice filled with desire and vulnerability, Ginny whispered, "I want you to take me... completely." Her words hung in the air, heavy with anticipation and longing.

Harry's eyes darkened with desire as he heard Ginny's confession. He had been waiting for this moment, craving her surrender and longing to claim her completely. With a predatory smile, he slowly removed the blindfold, allowing Ginny to see him fully. Ginny's eyes widened as the blindfold was lifted, revealing Harry's intense gaze. She took in his tousled hair, the slight stubble on his jawline, and the hunger in his eyes. It sent shivers down her spine and ignited a fire within her.

As Ginny's eyes locked with Harry's, she could see the raw desire burning in his gaze. She felt a surge of excitement and anticipation coursing through her veins. With a confident yet gentle touch, Harry caressed her cheek, his thumb tracing circles on her skin. "I've been waiting for this," he whispered huskily, his voice filled with longing.

"Then take it," Ginny said, her voice filled with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability. She wanted Harry to claim her, to take control and fulfill their shared desires.

"You don't make decisions for me," Harry replied, his voice filled with dominance. "I decide when and how to take what I want." Harry's words hung in the air, charged with a mix of dominance and desire. Ginny's heart raced as she felt herself surrendering to his

commanding presence. She knew that Harry was about to take control, fulfilling their shared desires in ways she had only dreamed of. "as punshment you won't orgasm to night" Ginny's breath caught in her throat as she heard Harry's words. She felt a mixture of excitement and apprehension at the prospect of being denied an orgasm. It was a punishment that both terrified and thrilled her, knowing that it would only heighten her desire for him.

Harry started to edge Ginny slowly, teasing her with his touch and bringing her to the edge of pleasure before pulling back. He knew exactly how to push her limits, building up the intensity and anticipation with each stroke of his fingers. Ginny's body quivered with need, craving release but also reveling in the exquisite torture Harry was subjecting her to.

Harry grabbed an interesting object from the nearby table and held it up for Ginny to see. It was a small, vibrating toy. He could see the mixture of curiosity and excitement in Ginny's eyes as he slowly inserted it into her, feeling her tense around him. Harry waved his wand and it started vibrating again for a few seconds before he turned it off. The sensation sent waves of pleasure through Ginny's body, leaving her craving more. Harry smirked at her reaction, reveling in the power he held over her. "This will keep you on edge," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of dominance and desire. "You won't be able to relax or forget about it until I allow you to." Ginny squirmed in anticipation, her body buzzing with desire and longing for release. She knew that Harry was testing her limits, pushing her to the edge of pleasure and denial.

"Get dressed and return to your room. Next week, we will see how well you do." Harry commanded, waving his wand and making the ropes around Ginny's wrists disappear. His voice brooked no argument. Ginny quickly dressed and made her way to the door untill the vibrations started up for a few seconds sending her through a jolt of pleasure. She gasped and looked back at Harry, who had a mischievous smile on his face. "Remember, Ginny," he said in a low voice, "you're mine to control." With that final reminder, Ginny hurried out of the room and made her way back to her own quarters.

Professor's Yaxley's office.

Christina Yaxley sat in her office, going through her owl post. Every week, she sent a letter with any students who might be interesting to recruit and students they needed to keep an eye on. Her usual letter contained Harry; of course, the Potter boy had a clear soft spot for mudbloods and posed a threat. Her letter usually instructed to keep the mudbloods and give them as limited education as possible. Minister Riddle asked for any updates on Harry personally, while Harry had avoided any detention for now she knew it might be time to put the boy through his paces once again. She had to admit the boy was stubborn and skilled but she was going to break him. every dentention She just needs to put more presure on Potter, eventually he will break and another house will be with their cause.

Later in his room.

Harry sat in his room, waiting for Headmistress McGonagall to arrive. He had requested her presence, which was a bit strange since professors don't typically answer too students. However, Harry practically dominated her the last time they spoke.

Right on time the door openened and Headmistress McGonagall entered the room. She looked slightly apprehensive, unsure of what to expect from Harry. She was about to sit down infront of him untill Harry stood up, causing her to pause. "Headmistress," Harry said with a nod, his voice calm and composed. "Thank you for coming."

Harry gestured for Headmistress McGonagall to take a seat, and she obliged, settling into the chair across from him. Harry studied her for a moment, taking in her composed demeanor and the slight hint of nervousness in her eyes. He knew that he held a certain power over her, having proven his dominance during their previous encounter.

"I like my room.'' Harry said, leaning back in his chair, a smug smile playing on his lips as he watched Headmistress McGonagall's reaction. He knew that he had given her a ultimatium for the room as a way to assert his authority over Headmistress McGonagall's eyebrows furrowed slightly as she listened to Harry's statement. She had expected this meeting to be about something important, but his comment about his room seemed trivial in comparison.

However, she knew better than to underestimate Harry and the power he held over others.

"Surprised I haven't acted on my claims?" Harry asked, he had promised to claim her as his own afterwards. Minerva rubbed her legs together ever so slightly as she felt a subtle wave of unease wash over her. She knew that Harry had the capability to follow through on his words, and the thought sent a shiver down her spine.

Harry noticed her movements and kept going. "Many witches have already been in my bed, and many more will come." Headmistress McGonagall's eyes widened slightly at Harry's words, a mixture of shock and disbelief crossing her face. Harry left his chair and walked over to Minerva, standing close to her. He was towering over her from this angle, his green eyes gazing down at her with a mixture of amusement and dominance.

"I have one more thing to ask of you," Harry said, his voice low and commanding. Headmistress McGonagall felt fear and anticipation rush through her as she looked up at him. She knew she had no choice but to comply with whatever he asked.

Harry leaned in closer. "Tell me your deepest, darkest sexual desire." Headmistress McGonagall's breath caught in her throat as Harry's words hung in the air. She felt a mix of shock, embarrassment, and vulnerability wash over her. Her mind raced, trying to process what he had just asked of her. between her legs she felt herself getting increasingly aroused, a combination of fear and desire coursing through her veins. She had never expected Harry to be so bold and direct with his demands.

"I-i-i I love being dominated," Headmistress McGonagall stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper. Harry's smirk widened as he reveled in the power he held over her. "I love seeing you dominate other witches," she continued, his voice dripping with authority. "I want to watch as you take control and exert your power over them."

Harry's smirk deepened as he listened to Minerva's confession. His dominance over her was intoxicating, and now he knew exactly what she desired. He could see the mixture of embarrassment and anticipation in her eyes, which only fueled his own desire.

Harry slowly backed away from Minerva, his eyes still locked on hers. He could sense her vulnerability, her willingness to submit to him. It excited him beyond measure. With a calculated move, Harry reached out and gently caressed Minerva's cheek. His touch sent a surge of electricity through her body, causing her to tremble slightly. "Everytime you achieve or fufill any of my tasks, I will make sure to reward you, Minerva," Harry said, his voice laced with a promise. "I will give you the pleasure and satisfaction you crave."

Harry's words hung in the air, creating a charged atmosphere between them. Headmistress McGonagall's heart raced as she processed his promise of rewards and satisfaction. She couldn't deny the allure of what he offered, even if it pushed her boundaries.

"Bring me professor Sinistra on a silver platter and you will be rewarded beyond your wildest dreams," Harry said, his voice filled with authority and anticipation. Headmistress McGonagall's eyes widened at his demand. SHe nodded immidiately, her mind racing with the possibilities of what lay ahead.

"Of course Har-." Headmistress McGonagall said but before she could finish her sentence.

Harry interrupted her with a stern look. "THat's enough, Minerva," he said firmly. "From now on, you will address me as 'Master'." His words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of their new dynamic. Headmistress McGonagall's eyes widened in surprise and a mix of emotions flickered across her face.

She opened her mouth to protest, but the commanding tone in Harry's voice silenced her. she nodded and whispered, "Yes... Master."

"Good kitten," Harry said, his voice satisfied. He took a step closer to Minerva, his gaze intense and possessive. Grabbing her by the back of the head, Harry pulled Minerva's head an inch from his face. He leaned in, his lips dangerously close to hers. Minerva's breath caught as she felt the heat of his body against hers. Harry's eyes bore into her soul with desire and dominance swirling within them. Then he kissed her passionately, claiming her lips with a hunger that sent shivers down her spine.

As their lips met, a wave of desire washed over Minerva. She surrendered herself to the intensity of the kiss, feeling Harry's dominance and power consume her. The taste of him on her lips ignited a fire within her, fueling her craving for more. Minerva moaned into his mouth, almost making it sound like she was begging for more. The kiss deepened, their tongues intertwining in a dance of passion and need. Harry's hands roamed over Minerva's body, exploring every curve and eliciting soft gasps from her lips.

Harry pulled back slightly, his breath ragged as he looked into Minerva's eyes. He could see the desire and longing reflected in her gaze. "You belong to me now, Minerva," Harry whispered huskily.

Next morning.

Harry walked through the corridor spotting Pansy Parkinson, A smirk forming on his face. He approached her with a confident stride, his eyes gleaming with mischief. Pansy looked up from her conversation with Millicent Bullstrode, both girls startled by his sudden presence. Harry raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Morning ladies," he greeted, his voice dripping with charm. "I hope you both had a pleasant evening."

Pansy and Millicent exchanged confused glances before Pansy finally responded, her voice hesitant. "Um... yes, it was alright," she replied cautiously. "What do you want, Potter?"

"Just trying to make conversation, Parkinson," Harry replied smoothly.

"We're not interested in conversing with you," Millicent interjected, her voice laced with annoyance.

"I was mostly talking to Parkinson here," Harry said, his eyes flickering between Pansy and Millicent. "But if you insist on joining in, I wouldn't mind." Harry's words hung in the air, creating a tension between the three of them. Pansy shifted uncomfortably, unsure of how to respond to Harry's sudden attention. Millicent crossed her arms over her chest, clearly unimpressed by his charm.

"You may think of me as scum but I don't look at the Slytherin house as a whole that way," Harry continued, his tone calm but firm.

"How's Draco been lately?" Harry asked, his gaze steady on Pansy. The mention of Draco's name caused a flicker of emotion to pass across her face before she quickly composed herself.

Pansy's eyes narrowed slightly as she responded, her voice tinged with defensiveness. "Draco is doing just fine, thank you for asking," she replied curtly.

Harry leaned against the wall, a sly smile playing on his lips. "That's good to hear," he replied casually. "Tell him I said hello." Pansy and Millicent exchanged puzzled glances, clearly unsure of what game Harry was playing. "I hope to speak to you more privately next time Pansy," Harry said, his voice dropping to a low, intimate tone. Pansy's eyes widened in surprise and confusion as she struggled to find words. Millicent watched the interaction with growing curiosity.

As Harry walked away, Pansy and Millicent stood frozen, trying to process what had just happened. Pansy's mind raced with questions. Why was Harry suddenly interested in her? And why did he mention Draco? She felt a mix of surprise, confusion, and curiosity.

As Harry left, he immediately heard Millicent aggressively ask Pansy what that was all about.

Harry met up with Hermione and Ginny, who were studying in the library. He quietly sat opposite the girls, reading his DADA notes. Smirking deviously Harry flicked his wand silently casting the vibration spell towards Ginny. Ginny immediately felt a buzzing sensation from her bum which held Harry's plug. Biting her lip Ginny struggled against the sensations harry was torturing her with. As Ginny squirmed in her seat, trying to maintain her composure, Harry couldn't help but chuckle at his own mischief. Hermione glanced up from her book, her brown locks falling into her face as she raised an eyebrow at Harry's mischievous behavior.

Harry met her eyes, winking at her. Hermione blushed and bit her lip in thought. She trailed her left leg against Harry's calf under the table. Ginny continued to squirm, trying to hide the pleasure she was feeling.

"Hermione, could you help find a book?" Hermione looked at Harry, her cheeks still flushed from his wink.

She hesitated for a moment before nodding and getting up from her seat. "Sure, what book are you looking for?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Harry took hermione towards the bookshelves, pushing her against the bookshelve he got really close to her his lips brushing her ear. "You liked that little show?" Hermione's breath hitched as Harry's words sent a shiver down her spine. "Your a naughty little witch aren't you? running your leg against mine like that." Hermione's cheeks flushed even deeper as she struggled to find words. "All the while Ginny sits with us unaware of the mischief we're getting up to." Harry's voice was low and husky, causing Hermione's heart to race. "But don't worry about Ginny." Harry said, showing his wand to Hermione and Giving it a flick.

Suddenly Ginny squeeked the vibrations from Harry's plug increased, causing her to gasp and grab onto the edge of the table for support. Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as she watched Ginny struggle to maintain her composure. Harry smirked at Hermione, enjoying the effect his actions were having on both girls.

"You see, Hermione," Harry whispered, his voice filled with mischief. "I have complete control over both of you." He gestured towards Ginny, who was now squirming even more in her seat.

"Yours," Hermione whispered.

Harry's smirk widened as he heard Hermione's whispered response. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear once again. "That's right, Hermione," he murmured, his voice filled with desire. "Let's get back to Ginny and continue our little game, shall we?" Hermione's heart raced as Harry led her back to the table, his hand lightly grazing her lower back. Ginny looked up at them with a curious expression.

Harry had lowered the vibrations and Ginny let out a sigh of relief, though her cheeks were still flushed. Hermione took her seat next to Ginny, trying to compose herself as she glanced at Harry with a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She couldn't deny the excitement that coursed through her veins, knowing that Harry had complete control over both of them.

Elsewere.

Bella and Lily discreetly followed Dacy Parkinson as she moved from one shop to another, careful not to draw attention to themselves. "You ready?" Bella whispered to Lily, who nodded in response. Lily's appearance was already changed to make her appear like a black family member, Dacy's last stop would be the rather back drop inn where she would have a drink and sometimes meet up with a sexual partner.

Bella and Lily watched as Dacy entered the inn, their hearts pounding with anticipation. They knew that this was their chance to gather valuable information about Dacy's activities and potentially expose her secrets. As they discreetly followed her inside, they noticed the dimly lit atmosphere and the hushed conversations of patrons.

Bella and Lily approached Dacy at the bar, trying to blend in with the other patrons. They exchanged a quick glance, silently communicating their plan to gather information without raising suspicion. Bella leaned against the bar next to Dacy. "Surprise!" Bella said with a sly smile, catching Dacy off guard. Dacy's eyes widened in surprise as she recognized Bella.

"Miss Black what a surprise indeed." Dacy's voice was filled with a mix of annoyance and curiosity as she looked at Bella.

"Have you met my cousin?" Bella said, gesturing towards a disguised Lily and stepped forward, offering a polite smile. "Pleasure to meet you," she said, extending her hand towards Dacy. Dacy excitedly shook Lily's hand, her curiosity piqued. "Likewise," Dacy replied.

"Morgana," Bella emphasized Lily's fake name, getting Dacy's attention. "She has been enjoying Britain so far, but she found female bed warmers to be lacking in quality. I mentioned that you might be able to help her find someone more satisfying."

While Bella distracted her, Lily quickly emptied the vial of lust potion into Dacy's drink. Bella and Lily watched as Dacy took a sip of her drink, unaware of the potion. They held their breath, waiting for the effects to kick in. Gradually, they noticed a change in Dacy's behavior. Her eyes slightly glazed over, and a mischievous smile appeared on her lips.

"A bed warmer, you say?" Dacy said, her voice sultry. Bella and Lily exchanged a satisfied smile as they realized the lust potion was starting to take effect on Dacy. Bella leaned in closer, speaking in a low and seductive tone.

"Why don't you join us Dacy?" Bella whispered, her voice filled with anticipation. Dacy's eyes sparkled with desire as she nodded eagerly, unable to resist the effects of the lust potion.

Lily left a few galleons for the drinks and quickl;y left together with the other woman. Bella and Lily led Dacy out of the bar, their plan successfully executed. As they walked through the dimly lit streets towards their destination, Dacy's inhibitions were lowered by the lust potion coursing through her veins. She giggled playfully as Bella and Lily whispered seductive promises in her ear.

Bella and Lily arrived at a small house that Bella had rented for their secretive rendezvous. The dimly lit interior was adorned with luxurious furnishings, creating an intimate atmosphere. They guided Dacy inside, her desire growing stronger with each step.

Bella brought the brunette over to the chair and pushed her into it, while Lily stood behind her, trailing her fingers along Dacy's neck. "Tell me Dacy," Bella purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "what is it that you desire most in this moment?"

Dacy's eyes flickered with a mix of anticipation and desire as she looked up at Bella. Her inhibitions lowered by the lust potion, she felt an overwhelming need for pleasure coursing through her veins. "I want to be completely consumed," Dacy whispered, her voice filled with longing.

Bella and Lily exchanged a knowing glance, their plan coming to fruition. They had successfully used the lust potion to awaken Dacy's deepest desires. With a wicked smile, Bella leaned in closer to Dacy, her voice dripping with seduction. "Then allow us to fulfill your every desire," Bella whispered, her fingers lightly brushing against Dacy's cheek. Lily moved closer, her lips grazing Dacy's ear as she spoke in a husky tone.

"Tell us your kinkiest fantasy," Lily whispered, her voice filled with anticipation. Dacy's heart raced as she considered the question. The lust potion had unleashed a wild side within her, and she felt emboldened to share her deepest desires.

Her eyes trailed towards Bella's knee high black boots, Bella smiled and placed her left boot on the armrest of the chair, leaning in closer to Dacy. "Tell me, darling," Bella whispered seductively, her voice laced with desire. "Do you have a foot fetish?"

Dacy's cheeks flushed with a mix of excitement and embarrassment as she admitted her secret desire. "Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I have always fantasized about worshiping a woman's feet."

Bella and Lily shared a mischievous grin, knowing that they could fulfill Dacy's fantasy. Bella slowly removed her boot from the armrest and placed it on Dacy's lap, her eyes locked with Dacy's. "How did you indulge in your fantasy," Bella asked. "our culture doesn't allow some forms of sexual expression."

"I would use the Imperius Curse," Dacy replied, her voice filled with excitement and hesitation. "I would cast the curse on Muggles, making them submit to my desires and allowing me to indulge in my foot fetish. Then, at the end, I would wipe their memory with Obliviate."

"Did you now?" Bella asked, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Well, lucky for you, we have a few tricks up our sleeves that can fulfill your desires without the need for curses."

Dacy eagerly nodded, still feeling like these emotions were her own, completely unaware of the lust potion. Lily discovered Dacy's wand in her robe pocket and took hold of it. Although Dacy wanted to complain and grab it back, Bella pressed her leg against Dacy's chest, forcing her back into the chair. "No need for that," Bella confidently purred. "We will handle everything."

"Unzip my boot," Bella demanded. Dacy reached for the zipper of the leg pressing into her chest and slowly pulled it down. Bella smirked at the woman and asked, "Tell me, Dacy, before we really get into it: what are the Parkinsons up to?"

Dacy seemed confused by the question and hesitated before responding, "I'm not sure what you mean?"

"Well, we're not doing this for free," Bella said, her voice filled with mischief and menace. "We need information, Dacy. And you'll give it to us."

"B-But you said Morgana was..." Dacy struggled to maintain her composure and attention as Bella pulled her leg back, while Dacy still held the boot. This revealed Bella's barefoot. Bella wiggled her toes and smirked at Dacy's wide-eyed gaze.

Dacy's heart raced as she stared at Bella's barefoot, her mind filled with a mix of desire and apprehension. She couldn't help but be captivated by the sight, her foot fetish taking hold of her thoughts. But at the same time, she felt a sense of unease about the situation. The mention of needing information from her made Dacy wonder what exactly she had gotten herself into.

"Be a good girl and answer my question," Bella said, leaning forward with both seduction and authority in her voice. Lily felt Dacy needed a little push, so she walked from behind the chair where Dacy sat and joined Bella. Like Bella, Lily wore knee-high black boots. She unzipped hers, but before she could finish, Bella stopped her.

"Wait, Morgana," Bella said to Lily (still disguised as Morgana). "Let's make this more interesting." Bella reached into her pocket and pulled out a small vial filled with a shimmering pink liquid. Dacy's eyes widened as she recognized it as the lust potion she had heard about earlier. "I think our dear Dacy here needs a little extra motivation to cooperate," Bella said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. a second dose of lust potion is about the maximum a person can handle, Bella continued, holding the vial up to the light. "But I have a feeling that Dacy can handle it."

Bella uncorked the vial and carefully poured a few drops of the pink liquid onto her bare foot. She watched as it glistened and absorbed into her skin. Dacy's heart raced even faster, filled with fear and anticipation. Bella placed her bare foot against Dacy's chest, slowly moving up her body. It left a trail of tingling warmth behind. Dacy's breath hitched when Bella's foot reached her face, inhaling deeply the scent of the lust potion filling her nostrils. A surge of desire coursed through her as she couldn't resist inhaling it deeply.

"Talk!" Bella demanded, pulling her foot back. Dacy's face followed, but she was disappointed when it returned to the floor.

"My husband is preparing a marriage contract for our daughter, and Lucius Malfoy is pressuring the school board to replace all the teachers with his preferred choices." Dacy's voice trembled as she revealed the information.

"contract with whom?" Bella said, Dacy's heart pounded in her chest as Bella's barefoot continued to trail up her leg. She struggled to maintain her composure and answer Bella's question.

Dacy took a deep breath, trying to steady her voice. "The marriage contract is with Longbottom," she whispered. Bella's foot paused on Dacy's thigh before continuing upward.

"That's interesting." Bella's voice dripped with intrigue as her foot continued its slow ascent up Dacy's body. The tingling warmth left in its wake only intensified the surge of desire coursing through Dacy. Dacy looked at both women pleadingly.

"Alright, just one lick," Bella said, raising her foot to Dacy's face. Dacy's heart raced as she felt Bella's foot hover inches away from her lips. With anticipation, Dacy eagerly opened her mouth and darted out her tongue to lick Bella's foot. While licking, Bella chuckled softly, clearly amused by Dacy's desperation.

Before Dacy could go for another lick, Bella pulled her foot away, leaving Dacy longing for more. "That's enough for now," Bella said with a smirk. Dacy's heart sank, disappointed that she couldn't satisfy her craving. "What do you think about Morgana? Does she deserve our barefeet?"

Lily smirked at the woman, knowing that she had just witnessed a powerful display of submission. "I think she has proven herself to be quite obedient," Lily replied, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "But perhaps we should test her further before making a final decision." Dacy's heart raced at the thought of what else they might have in store for her. Lily as Morgana used her wand to summon the couch and sat down, lifting her boots she placed them in Dacy's lap. "Take them off slowly," Lily commanded, her eyes fixed on Dacy with a mix of dominance and curiosity.

Dacy's hands trembled as she reached out to untie Lily's boots. The air buzzed with anticipation, and Dacy could feel her own desire growing with each deliberate movement of her fingers. As she finally freed Morgana's(Lily) feet from their confines, warmth flooded over Dacy as she gazed at Lily's bare feet resting in her lap. Dacy couldn't help but drool at the sight of Lily's dark red toenails, soft high arches, and perfectly smooth soles. She could almost taste the sweet surrender that awaited her.

Bella joined Lily on the couch and placed her last boot in Dacy's lap. "Get to it." Dacy swiftly removed Bella's boot and saw Bella's delicate, slender feet. Her toenails were painted a dark black, contrasting beautifully with her fair skin. Dacy could feel her mouth watering as she imagined the taste and texture of Bella's bare soles.

Dacy hesitated for a moment, overwhelmed by the sight of both Morgana and Bella's bare feet in her lap. The desire to worship their feet consumed her, and she couldn't resist any longer. With trembling hands, Dacy reached out to touch Morgana's smooth soles first. She traced her fingers along the arches, feeling the softness beneath her touch.

"You mentioned using the Imperius Curse on Muggles and such, but what if a Muggle-born woman was dominating you, making you worship her feet?" Bella said. Lily seemed hesitant when Bella brought up the topic of Muggle-born women in front of Dacy.

Dacy hesitated to answer Bella's question, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. On one hand, the idea of a muggleborn woman dominating her and commanding her to worship her feet was undeniably enticing. The power dynamics and the taboo nature of such a scenario sent shivers down Dacy's spine. But on the other hand, those people are benenth her status and could never dominate a pureblood woman like herself.

"Kiss Morgana's feet." Bella said, commanding Dacy who without hesitation brought one foot up to her mouth and started kissing her sole Dacy's lips pressed against Morgana's smooth sole, and a surge of pleasure shot through her. She could taste the faint hint of sweat mixed with the sweetness of Morgana's skin, and it only fueled Dacy's desire further. As she continued to worship Morgana's feet. "Keep going whore." Dacy continued to worship Morgana's feet, her lips and tongue exploring every inch of the smooth sole. The taste and texture of Morgana's skin overwhelmed her senses, igniting a deep desire within her. She could feel herself becoming lost in the pleasure of serving and obeying.

"Have you ever seen a muggle witch's feet?" Morgana asked, enjoying the love her feet were getting Dacy paused for a moment, her lips still pressed against Morgana's sole. The question caught her off guard, and she found herself momentarily lost in thought.

"I've seen Lily Potter's feet once or twice at a gala," Dacy replied, her voice slightly breathless from her worshipful actions.

"What did you think of Lily's feet?" Bella smirked. Dacy had no idea that the witch she was now worshiping was actually Lily in disguise. Dacy's heart skipped a beat as Bella mentioned Lily's name. She had always found Lily Potter intriguing, with her fiery red hair and captivating green eyes - not to mention her amazing feet.

"Her feet are alright." Dacy paused, trying to sound nonchalant.

Bella nodded along. "Get back to it." she gestured to Morgana's feet. Dacy obediently resumed her worship of Morgana's feet, her lips and tongue exploring every curve and crevice. The taste and texture of Morgana's skin overwhelmed her senses, fueling her desire to serve and obey. As she continued to lavish attention on Morgana's feet, Dacy couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to submit to a muggle-born witch like Lily Potter.

"Is she doing a good job?" Bella asked Lily. Lily nodded, pushing the foot deeper inside Dacy's mouth making the girl gag slightly. Dacy's eyes widened in surprise, but she quickly adjusted to the sensation and continued to worship Morgana's foot with even greater fervor.

"I have a proposition for you whore." Bella said, Dacy's eyes went to Bella listening intently. Bella continued, her voice dripping with power and authority. "I have been impressed with your dedication and obedience, Dacy," Bella said, her voice dripping with power and authority. "I believe you have the potential to serve not only Morgana and me but also our master."

"M-Master?" Dacy stuttered, her mind racing with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The word "master" held a weight that both intrigued and frightened her.

"I didn't say you could stop!" Morgana reprimanded, her voice sharp and commanding. Dacy quickly refocused her attention on Morgana's feet, her lips and tongue moving with renewed fervor.

Bella waved her wand over Morgana removing her disguise charms revealing Lily Dacy wasn't paying attention as Bella's wand revealed the true identity of the witch she's worshiping. "Who are your mistresses?" Bella asked, her voice filled with anticipation. Dacy's eyes widened as she saw Lily Potter sitting before her, no longer disguised as Morgana. Lily's big toe in her mouth Dacy's mind raced as she realized that the witch whose feet she had been worshipping was none other than Lily Potter.

"Surprise!" Bella said, laughing maniacally. "It's funny how things work out, isn't it? You thought you were serving Morgana, but all along it was Lily Potter. And now, Dacy, you have a choice to make. Will you continue to serve and obey as a loyal foot slave or do we need to end this naughty fun immediately?"

"Wait a minute Bella!" Lily said, removing her feet from Dacy's lap. "Why would we need her anyway? She told us everything she knows. She doesn't deserve our feet unless she proves herself further."

Lily's suggestion sparked a mischievous grin on Bella's face. "You're right, Lily," she said, nodding in agreement. "Dacy needs to prove her loyalty and dedication if she wants to continue serving us." Dacy wanted to lick both women's feet and prove her loyalty, so she eagerly awaited their next command.

"Make a vow to us," Bella said, her voice commanding. "A vow that you will serve us faithfully and without question. A vow that you will do whatever it takes to please us and our master."

Dacy nodded eagerly, her heart pounding with both excitement and trepidation. She understood the gravity of this vow and what it meant for her future as a foot slave to Bella and Lily Potter. Taking a deep breath, she spoke firmly, "I vow to serve you faithfully and without question. I will do whatever it takes to please you and your master."

Bella and Lily exchanged a knowing glance, satisfied with Dacy's vow. "Good," Bella said, her voice dripping with dominance. "Now it's time for you to prove your dedication." She gestured towards the floor in front of them. "Get on your knees and kiss our feet."

Dacy dropped to the floor infront of both women and pressed her lips against Bella's and Lily's feet, kissing them tenderly. "You'll be our eyes and ears from now on pet." Bella started. Dacy nodded, her lips still pressed against their feet. She understood the responsibility that came with being their eyes and ears. Bella continued, "You will gather information for us, keep us informed of any developments or threats to our master's plans."

While Dacy's mouth was on Lily's soles, Bella teased the woman by pushing her toes up her skirt against Dacy's bare thighs. Dacy couldn't help but shiver with a mix of pleasure and anticipation. As Bella continued to tease Dacy with her toes, she outlined the tasks that would be expected of her. "You will also ensure that our master's desires are met," Bella said, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "You will fulfill any requests or fantasies he may have, without hesitation."

"Also." Lily said, slapping her gently on the cheek with her other foot getting Dacy's attention. "Make sure Pansy your daughter gets a contract with our master. She is to serve him just as you do."

Dacy's eyes widened in surprise at Lily's request. She hadn't expected her daughter to be involved in this arrangement, but she knew better than to question the Potters' commands. With a nod of understanding, Dacy silently vowed to herself that she would do whatever it took to secure a contract for Pansy with their master.

"Good girl, get back to it." Bella said wiggling her toes Dacy obediently resumed kissing and sucking Bella and Lily's feet, the brunette and redhead started to make out with each other while she said nothing. They were lost in their own world of passion, leaving Dacy to continue her task obediently. "I hope our master likes his new pet, '' Bella said, sucking on Lily's earlob.

"Of course he will." Lily whispered back, her voice filled with confidence, as she kissed Bella passionately. The two women continued to explore each other's bodies, their moans of pleasure filling the room.

"By Morgana, do you want to release the pet?" Bella said, her foot dripping not from Dacy's spit but from the intense arousal that had built up between her legs. Dacy's eyes widened as Bella asked the question, a mix of excitement and nervousness flooding through her. Nodding eagerly to Bella's question, Dacy couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation at the thought of being released.

"Lily, what do you think?" Lily paused for a moment, her lips still locked with Bella's. She looked over at Dacy, her eyes filled with desire and mischief. "I think it's time," she finally said, breaking away from Bella and turning her attention to Dacy. "Thank us both for allowing you to come." Dacy's heart raced as she processed Lily's words.

"Thank you, Mistress Bella and Mistress Lily," Dacy stammered, her voice filled with gratitude and excitement. "Thank you for allowing me to come." With those words, Dacy felt a wave of pleasure wash over her as she finally released the pent-up desire that had been building within her. "AHHHH YEESS" Dacy's moans of pleasure filled the room as she experienced an intense orgasm, her body trembling with ecstasy. Bella and Lily watched with satisfaction, their eyes filled with dominance and power.