Seductive Magic Ch. 4 (Patreon)

The Slytherin common room was nearly deserted, with only a scant few stragglers that were desperately trying to finish essays before their first morning class the next day. The sixth years headed out for astronomy and wouldn't be back for a few hours. Daphne waited patiently, sitting cross-legged on the biggest, cushiest sofa in the entire common room. If the older years noticed, they didn't say a word as they retired up to their dorm rooms. 

Draco and his goons were sitting by the fireplace, playing exploding snaps. Pansy and Bliss were looking at an Italian fashion catalog Bliss subscribed to through owl post. They all waited. Davis went up to bed, Flint did the same after a pointed look from Daphne, and soon the only ones that remained in the common room were the six fifth years. 

Almost immediately, Pansy and Bliss stopped pretending to read the magazine and scurried over to Daphne, taking up the loveseat next to her. Daphne didn't immediately say anything, impassive gaze fixed on the fireplace.

Then Draco, Crabbe and Goyle stood up and walked over to her. “Well, Greengrass, what is so important that you want to eat into my rest time? May I remind you I have quidditch practice bright and early tomorrow?”

Daphne tilted her head as she observed Draco, who usually knew his place but seemed to be feeling a bit uppity for some reason. 

No matter.

“Lay down, Draco. On your back, on the floor.”

Draco blanched, his face paling slightly at Daphne's imperious tone. “W-What are you talking about?”

Crabbe and Goyle proved to be smarter than they looked, as the two big lugs backed off of the blonde as Daphne stood from her seat. Bliss and Pansy watched on with bated breath.

Daphne unleashed her tau, and she smirked in satisfaction as all three boy's knees wobbled and they collapsed onto the floor. She still wasn't the best at directing it, but she managed to concentrate a good amount on Draco, who had already soaked through his pants with his cum.

Bliss and Pansy were affected as well, and Daphne could see how hard they were gripping the upholstery, the way their shoes bulged as their feet tensed up.

“On your back.” Daphne instructed once more, and this time, Draco did as told, laying flat on his back, arms at his sides.

Daphne nodded in satisfaction as she nudged his legs open with her foot. As the others looked on, bewitched by her power, Daphne brought her foot up and then smashed it down, her heel crashing against Draco's balls with a sickening crunch.

Crabbe and Goyle flinched as Draco screeched in pain. Daphne ground her foot down, his screams a perfect symphony to her ears.

“As you all know, I have been away over the past few days.” She talked calmly, even as she never let off the pressure on Draco's balls. “I have been meeting with her, she has chosen me.”

Bliss and Pansy gasped. “You mean… the Dark Lady has marked you?” Bliss asked.

Daphne tugged at the collar of her robe, revealing her tattoo to them, right above her breasts.

The girls were completely awed, looking at her with a new reverence as Daphne finally lifted her foot off of Draco. Crabbe and Goyle were doing the same, heads bowed in blind submission as Daphne flared her musk once more.

“Yes, the Dark Lady has chosen me, and she has also given me a mission. You will assist me on that mission. Who knows, if you do well, you may even be deemed worthy of her ranks.” 

Pansy and Bliss stood a little bit straighter at that. “What does she require of us?”

“All in due time, Bliss.” Daphne said. “First, we must truly establish our little cell. Pansy, bring me my bag.” Daphne gestured towards the sofa.

Pansy did as told, walking over to the sofa and bringing over Daphne's bag to her. Daphne grinned evilly, unable to hold back the giddiness she felt as she produced three codpieces, gilded cock cages with spikes facing inward. 

“Oh my.” Bliss said as she leaned in to get a good look at the devices. 

“Are those… do our fathers wear those?” Pansy asked.

Daphne nodded, “And just like them, these boys will be of service to the cause.” she clicked her tongue. “Drop your pants, it is time for your pathetic little manhoods to be of use.”

The three boys gulped, but they did as instructed, dropping their trousers and underwear to the floor in front of the three witches. Pansy snorted and Bliss let out a full belly laugh as the boy's penises were exposed to them.

“They really are tiny!”

Their shoulders hunched over in embarrassment, but they dared not move. Their penises were small little twigs, shriveled up against their baby egg ballsacks. Draco's was the smallest, but Crabbe and Goyle's looked even more egregious due to their hulking bodies.

Daphne took one of the codpieces and pricked her finger on the spikes that lined it. The golden cage flashed, “Draco, step forth.”

Draco's lip quivered in fear as he took a couple of steps forward. Daphne placed the cage over his crotch, and the boy whimpered as the spikes grazed his sensitive jewels. 

With a click, the codpiece snapped shut around him, and Draco squealed in pain, his knees buckling inward as the spikes dug themselves in.

Daphne felt a slight flutter, an indication that it had worked. She had her own personal battery now, and as Draco's pain, frustration and humiliation grew each day, so would the pool of magic she could draw from.

She looked from the remaining codpieces to the other two boys. “Pull your pants up and go up to your beds.” She ordered.

Crabbe and Goyle had never moved faster, and they were stumbling their way up the steps to their dorm room with their pants still around their waist.

Daphne held the two remaining codpieces up to the girls to see. “When you've earned them, they shall be yours.”

Pansy and Bliss’ eyes shone bright with hunger and ambition, and Daphne knew she had chosen right.

With a dismissive wave, a cringing Draco waddled his way over to his dorm, a pathetic sight with his trousers still bunched up at his ankles. They would need to teach him the charm that would obscure the noticeable bulge.

The girls settled into the couches once more, and Pansy leaned in to Daphne, her voice a whisper.

“What is our mission, Daphne? What does the dark lady wish for us to do?”

Daphne reached in to her bag once more, pulling out another codpiece. This one was larger than the other two, sporting a more elaborate design.

“We are to place this onto Potter, and deliver him to our mistress.”

The girls broke down into fits of evil giggles that carried all throughout the Slytherin common room. As the final embers died out in the fireplace, they ironed out the initial details of a plan, a plan who's ultimate goal was to make Harry Potter nothing more than a pathetic slave, another powerful battery for their lady's army.

…

“Are you alright there, mate?” 

Harry glanced over at Ron, who was giving him a weird look, and smiled. “Fine and dandy.”

Ron shrugged. “Just asking cause your hand was shaking there.”

“You must have been seeing things, Ron. I'm all good.” Harry held up both hands, steady as could be.

The truth was, Harry had been taking a different approach towards the vibratus problem. He was trying to make other body parts vibrate, seeing as he could practice that a lot easier with his hand than with his wedding tackle. He'd made no progress so far this morning, but the day was still young.

“Harry might just be tired from yesterday's meeting.” Hermione chirped in. “It seems that quite a few people are still recovering.” She sent Ginny a pointed look. The redhead glared back and stuck her tongue out.

“Yeah, Gin, you keep shifting around like you hurt your bum. You fall off a broom or something?” 

Ginny's cheeks flushed at her brother's words, “Mind your own business, Ron.” 

“Wait, so you did fall from a broom?”

“I never said that.” She grumbled.

Harry remained quiet, giving Hermione a sideway glance. He figured this was her way of telling him she knew about Ginny and Cho the night before. He looked over to Ginny, who's eyes dropped and lips curled up into a demure smile, before his eyes jumped over to the Ravenclaw table. 

It seemed that he caught Cho looking, and the dark haired girl reacted just as Ginny had. Her friends all giggled around her as Cho tucked her chin onto her shoulder.

“Hey, Harry, are we still on?” 

Harry looked over to his left, where a very gorgeous, very chesty blonde was smiling over at him.

“Of course, Lavender, we can go right now if you're ready.”

“What are you two doing?” Ginny asked with a frown.

“Harry agreed to tutor me on stuff to help me get my grades up!” Lavender said cheerfully. 

“How can you go now? I know Harry makes his own schedule, but we've got class first period.” Hermione said.

“Its History of Magic.” Lavender said, “Skipping and showing up is the same thing.”

Hermione looked as if she wanted to comment on that, but she held her tongue. Ron gave Harry a thumbs up while Ginny pouted, though Harry sent her a reassuring look. 

Breakfast ended and everyone left for classes. Harry led Lavender out to the library, ignoring the ever present glare that Umbridge sent his way. He'd neutralized the woman well, she could glare at him all she wanted.

They took a seat near the back, with several bookshelves and tables between them and Madam Pince. They sat next to each other, and Lavender wasn't shying away from letting their thighs brush up against each other.

“What do you want to go over?” Harry asked.

Lavender bit her lip, brushing a strand of her dirty blonde hair behind her ear, ”Everything, I guess?” She giggled nervously.

Harry smiled kindly. “How about we start with charms.” 

Lavender pulled out her charms book, and the two began a genuine tutoring session, to the point where Harry forgot he'd originally planned to seduce Lavender almost immediately after the tutoring started.

The truth was, Harry enjoyed teaching, he enjoyed helping others understand things better, and the bubbly, ditzy blonde was proving to be a fascinating case.

Even without attending normal classes, Lavender's reputation for being dim had reached Harry. During the DA sessions, though, Harry had seen that the girl took instruction well and learned spells at about the same rate as everyone else, so he wanted to see what exactly caused her to struggle so much.

So far, he wasn't seeing it. She had deficiencies, plenty of them, but Harry was taking delight in slicing his way through them. Harry's smile grew more and more as he could visibly see the fog lifting from her mind.

“Oh my god! It makes sense now!” Lavender said with a palm on her forehead as Harry got done detailing how the different kinds of delayed-effect charms worked.

“Yeah, you see. Now, how about you give it a try?” Harry placed a quill between them, “Make this quill jump, but only when I touch it.”

Lavender shrank back a little. “Oh, I'm not sure if I'm ready for that.”

“Come on, Lav, you do well in our defense meetings, this isn't any different.”

“You really think I'm doing well? You're not just saying that?” She asked hopefully.

Harry shook his head. “I'm not just saying that. Now come on, give it a try.”

Lavender nodded shakily and focused on the quill. After a few moments, she waved her wand and mumbled the incantation over it.

Harry knew she had failed. He touched the quill and nothing happened, Lavender's face fell.

Harry smiled and put a reassuring hand on her thigh, “Give it another go. Remember, the visualization part is a bit more complex than what you're used to. Are you imagining a quill jumping when a hand touches it?”

Lavender nodded.

“Try to change the hand around so it looks completely different from yours. Also, try to add a moment or so before where the hand isn't touching the quill, that way, the interaction is more obvious.”

Lavender blinked a few times. “Do all complicated spells need that much… thinking?”

Harry chuckled. “Eh, more or less. Once you've cast it enough times, it starts feeling less onerous, and once you get good enough with focusing your intent, you really don't need to picture things as hard.”

“I doubt I'll ever get to that point.”

“Don't sell yourself short.” Harry said. “Now give it another try.” 

Lavender tried again, and this time, when Harry touched the quill, it jumped a good three feet in the air.

Lavender squealed in delight, clapping her hands together before she clamped them over her mouth, peering around as if she expected Madame Pince to pop up any second to banish her from the library.

Harry chuckled, giving her thigh a squeeze. “See, you did it fine! Tell me, what exactly causes you to have so much trouble during classes?”

Lavender frowned, “Well… I guess I just have trouble focusing. Lectures are so boring, and Parvati always has some juicy gossip to share, and after lunch I just want to take a nap…”

Harry nodded in understanding. “Have you ever been diagnosed with anything?”

“Diagnosed?”

Harry waved it off. He hadn't known wether Lavender was a pureblood or not, but her response told him she was, which meant she wouldn't have been diagnosed with ADHD or something similar as a kid.

“I see what the issue is, Lav. You just struggle to focus on things, especially when you're not receiving one on one instruction.”

“So I'm hopeless?”

Harry shook his head. “I'll keep tutoring you, but that's beside the point. We're also going to work on improving your focus.”

“How are we going to do that?”

Harry glanced down at Lavender's lips, lucious and pouty and looking very tempting to bite down on. When his eyes carried back up to Lavender's own, she was blushing, and Harry smirked.

“I'm going to distract you-” Lavender's breath hitched as Harry's fingers began to dance up her thigh, teasing gooseflesh out of her skin as they disappeared under her skirt, “And you're going to read this entire page.” Harry nodded towards her charms book. “When you're done, I'm going to quiz you on it. Got it?”

“G-G-Got it.” She whispered breathlessly as the pads of his fingers slid across the cotton of her knickers, setting her core ablaze as their movements teased and promised so much more.

Harry leaned in and placed a soft kiss to her earlobe that sent a shudder speeding down her body, “Begin.”

Lavender's eyes jumped to her book just as Harry's finger wriggled its way under her knickers and began to stroke her outer lips. The blonde bit down a moan as her legs clamped shut around Harry's hand, her eyes watering as she blew air through her nose.

Harry pressed his lips to her cheek before pulling back, gaze lingering on her whimpering face.

Lavender ground her thighs around his hand as Harry's finger stroked the petals of her flower, making her squirm as her pussy began to leak her arousal onto her knickers.

“How far along are you?” Harry asked casually. Lavender squealed. “I-I'm reading!”

Harry looked on in amusement as her eyes began to move across the page, their unsteady pace telling him she was barely even registering the words on the page.

Harry pushed his hand through her deathgrip, enough for his index and middle finger to move more freely and begin to do real damage. Lavender choked down her moan as Harry's fingers were now pressing deep against the tender, wet flesh of her pussy. Lavender's pussy squelched as Harry's fingers played with her inner labia.

And then, after teasing it around her entrance, Harry's middle finger pushed into her piping hot cunt.

Lavender tensed, her thighs squeezing harder, a futile attempt to stop Harry's advance as his finger invaded her virgin pussy.

Lavender's cunt squeezed around him tightly, and Harry began to crook his finger inside of her, searching blindly for that button that would make her come undone. 

Lavender was panting, a sexy, lustful sound that made Harry's already hard cock jump. Her eyes were closed, mouth open with her tongue hanging out, she was failing at her task. Spectacularly.

Harry hooked his finger harder, finding purchase in a bundle of nerves nestled deep inside of her core. Harry pressed against it, Lavender's legs began to tremble as she came around his hand.

In that moment, in the midst of Lavender's orgasm, of her pussy pulsating around his finger as the girl's hands clamped over her mouth to snuff out the moan that was ripped from her throat, Harry had a moment of pure inspiration.

Lavender's orgasm was accompanied by a vibration, caused by the spasming of her silky walls around Harry's finger. Perhaps, if he tried to match that vibration and just speed it up a little…

He'd been struggling so much with pushing magic out onto his body before. Now, he let his intuition guide him as his finger began to vibrate.

“Mmmmph!” Lavender's palms squeezed hard against her mouth, her head falling forward and slamming against the table as Harry's magical finger launched her into an orgasm that absolutely dwarfed her previous one. Harry's finger vibrated against her gushy walls at a frequency that no toy, muggle or magical, could match.

Lavender was sobbing softly against the table as Harry felt his palm become drenched in sticky fluid. 

“P-please… n-no m-more.”

Harry panicked for a moment, unsure of if he'd be able to make it stop, but he willed it, and his finger stopped vibrating. 

It took some effort for Harry to pull out of Lavender's tight folds, which were clinging onto him for dear life. The girl opened her thighs to allow his finger to plop out of her pussy, and Harry dragged it out from under her skirt.

Lavender was resting her head sideways on the table, looking up at him with pure devotion and lust as Harry brought his finger to his face. 

Harry slid his finger under his nose and took a deep whiff of Lavender's juices before he presented the digit to the blonde. 

Lavender opened her mouth and took his finger in. Her soft, plush lips closed around his finger as she suckled on it like a child nursing on a teat.

Harry reached out with his free hand and brushed Lavender's hair away from her face. More than a sense of triumph, he felt great pride in being able to drive her insane, to have this girl gaze at him with such intense submission.

Harry removed his finger and stroked Lavender's face as she began to doze off. When she awoke, he'd let her know that they had a lot more work to do on her focus, though he was sure she wouldn't protest.

…

When Harry and a still glowing Lavender left the library, the girl practically floated off to her next class while Harry went to his workshop. He would try his best to work on his alchemic circles, though he wasn't sure if he'd be able to overcome his excitement at having made a breakthrough in the sex magic front. Best of all, in a few hours he'd be sneaking off to Grimmauld's Place to truly put it to the test.

He actually did manage to get some work in. While he made no practical progress with the circles (the experiments were almost prohibitively expensive and he would only run them when he'd made considerable advances) he did manage to go down a new theoretical rabbit hole that seemed very promising.

Before he knew it, his stomach was rumbling and the clock on his wall told him it was lunchtime. The old Harry would have had an elf bring him food so he could continue working straight through lunch. The new Harry brushed himself off and left for the Great Hall.

He was in a good mood. He was progressing nicely, and in a few hours he'd be spending time with two sexy older witches. He couldn't help but walk with a hop to his step.

That was all demolished when he entered the Great Hall. The mood was palpably tense. Harry noticed many things at once. Umbridge was not at the staff table. The DA members all looked pale, many of them looked angry. Before they noticed his arrival, he saw many eyes drifting over to the Ravenclaw table. 

Harry slid in next to Ginny. Everyone was quiet.

“What happened?” He asked.

Ginny shook her head. “Umbridge is on the warpath.”

“I bet she's on the floo with Fudge right now.” Ron said morosely.

Harry blinked, glancing around in confusion, only to be met by identical looks from every direction. “What? What could she possibly be going on about?”

He'd told them. He'd given them an outlet. He'd had everything under control. 

From a few seats down, Katie tilted her chin towards the Ravenclaw table. “Someone couldn't keep their cool and they went off on her. Told her the Ministry's spewing a bunch of lies, said that you told everyone You-Know-Who's back and that we need to defend ourselves.”

Harry's eyes widened in disbelief. “Cho said that?” 

Katie shook her head. “Her friend, Edgecomb.”

Edgecomb?

Harry didn't even know the girl's first name, she was so inconsequential. She had only signed up for the DA because she followed along with whatever Cho did. She hadn't said a word during any of the meetings, and as Harry raked his brain, he couldn't even recall a single thing the girl had done. He was sure she'd practiced spells and gone through the drills like everyone else, he would have noticed if she hadn't, but the girl had melded completely into the background.

What were the odds that this girl, out of all the fiery personalities in the DA, had been the one to blow up at Umbridge a day after Harry had told them not to?

He looked over to the Ravenclaw table. He locked eyes with Cho, who looked supremely embarrassed, but Edgecomb was not there.

Harry gestured for Cho to meet him outside the Great Hall. The two of them stood up and left, Harry's hunger having left him.

They met near a broom closet a little ways away from the great Hall. Cho was wringing her hands nervously. “I don't know what got into her, Harry, I swear. Marietta didn't really even care much about our defense meetings.” 

“She did it on purpose.”

It wasn't Harry who spoke. It was a red hot angry Susan. The redhead hadn't been the only one to follow them. Ginny, Hermione and Angelina had come along as well.

“What?” Cho hissed. “That's… that's…” she trailed off, her own burgeoning doubts of her friend's intentions evident.

“Harry tells us not to blow up at her, and what does she do the first chance she gets? Katie was there, she said Umbridge wasn't even saying anything that outrageous.” Angelina said.

Cho shuddered. “She wasn't. When Marietta blew up I was daydreaming… I was shocked when I heard her shouting.”

“That fucking bitch.” Ginny glared at Cho, seeming to blame her for her friend's indiscretion.

“We have to do something about this, Harry.” Hermione said.

Harry shook his head. He couldn't believe Edgecomb could do this. Not because of anything he knew about her, but because of the contract. 

Harry had been too confident in the magic he'd weaved into it and thought the loyalty of the DA members was unwavering. Clearly, that wasn't fully the case. Members he didn't interact with much were less under its sway, and while Edgecomb wasn't able to rat him out to Umbridge, she did have some wiggle room for some malicious compliance.

“What are we going to do, Harry?” Susan asked.

All the girls looked at him expectantly. Cho's arms were folded, but she was also looking at him in deference. She was not going to bat for Marietta.

“We're not going to do anything, for now.” Harry said to the girl's immediate displeasure. “I said for now. Let her stew over what she's done over the weekend. Ignore her, don't say a word. On Monday, when we meet, she'll have to account for herself in front of everyone.”

“And she'll get punished?” Ginny asked, a vicious tinge to her voice. The other girls seemed equally eager for retribution.

“Why don't you girls put your heads together and come up with a good method for disciplining her?” Harry suggested.

That seemed to spark something in the girls, who all looked at each other in excitement.

“We should go to the library.” Hermione said.

“The solution to everything can't be found in a book, Granger.” Cho said.

Hermione glared at her. “I just want a quiet place where we could talk freely,”

“Bounce ideas off each other-” Harry said. He swatted Angelina and Susan's bums, causing both girls to jump and flush demurely. He gave their rumps a nice rub in plain sight of the other three girls, further entrenching their acceptance of the situation he was creating. “I like it. I'll be indisposed for the weekend-” He put a hand up to assuage the girl's groans of disappointment. “I'm working on something, and It'll need my undivided attention.”

Cho pouted. “Will you reward us if we do good?” 

Harry raised an eyebrow, but the other girls were just looking expectant, like a pack of puppies looking for a belly rub.

Harry placed a hand under Cho's chin. The girl leaned into it as he rubbed her, the other girls shooting her jealous looks.

“I'll reward all of you. Now, I need to go. I'm sure you'll have this well handled.” He made sure to look each of them in the eyes, gazing into them intensely.

“Yes, sir.” They replied breathlessly.

With a final nod, Harry left them to make their plans. He couldn't let this setback derail him from the bigger picture. He needed to fully master the vibratus so he could move on with Slytherin's book. Whatever Umbridge cooked up, he was sure that Dumbledore would keep her reined in. The Headmaster would stop her from doing anything too excessive.

…

“Cornelius, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Dumbledore offered the Minister a respectful nod. Fudge had arrived at his office accompanied by Dolores Umbridge and flanked by a pair of aurors.

“Now see here, Dumbledore, Dolores has made some very serious accusations.” Fudge spoke with a confidence that he did not fully have.

Dumbledore raised a bushy eyebrow, “Oh? And what exactly are they?”

“You're spreading lies, headmaster.” Umbridge hissed at him. “Corrupting young minds -impressionable minds - with lies about the dark lord's return.”

Albus titled his head to the side, ignoring his defense professor and looking directly at Fudge. “While I have made my stance on the matter clear, I assure you, I have not wasted a single breath on trying to sway my student body in any particular direction.”

“More lies.” Umbridge's voice was dripping with venom. 

Fudge cleared his throat nervously. “I want to believe you, Dumbledore, I really do. But I viewed Dolores’ memory of the incident with the girl. The things miss Edgecomb was ranting off about, they don't come out of nowhere. Her mother is a firm supporter of mine, to think that her daughter could say such hateful things makes me worried about what the rest are being led to believe.”

Dumbledore sighed. “Ah, yes, miss Edgecomb. I must say, I was quite taken aback when I heard of her outburst, but I can assure you, it did not stem from anything I have said. I'm sure Professor Umbridge can attest to that. She's been present at all meals this year.”

Umbridge did not say a word, choosing instead to glare back at the headmaster.

“I've met with the board of governors, Dumbledore.” Fudge said. This made the headmaster's brow furrow in true surprise.

“You've managed to do that in a scant few hours?”

Fudge's mustache bristled as he pulled a rolled up piece of parchment from his coat.

“Yes, well, we had preemptively drafted this order. It was a precautionary measure, in case a situation like this occurred. I have talked to Lucius, we have the votes.”

Albus remained quiet as Fudge unfurled the document. 

“We're not kicking you out, Dumbledore, that was never our intention.” Albus hummed. Fudge wasn't kicking him out because he didn't have a supermajority. Yet. “But, the ministry and the board needs more oversight. We need to make sure the future of Britain isn't being corrupted. That is why, as of this Monday, Dolores will take on the role of High Inquisitor of Hogwarts. She will have powers parallel to yours, though I assure you she will use them with the utmost discretion.”

Umbridge now bore a gleeful look on her face. Albus sighed, knowing this was a battle that could not be won. He steepled his fingers together, already mentally preparing for Minerva's explosion when she heard the news.

…

Draco winced as he hobbled his way back to the common room. The pain was constant, never letting up and never something he could get used to and drown out. He had not slept a wink last night, the pain wouldn't let him. Then. This morning he'd had to straddle a broom during quidditch practice, and he'd felt like he was about to pass out multiple times.

Even though nobody truly knew what was going on, he still felt as if they were all making fun of him. Everyone he passed in the halls laughed at him, looked at him as a pathetic excuse for a wizard. He'd been quiet and meek all day.

How could father have run around, pretending like he had, when he'd been l subjected to this for decades?

Any thoughts of rebellion that came to his mind were immediately quashed before they could even attempt to take root. He knew his place. Anytime he even had an inkling of defiance, the blades on his codpiece sharpened and lengthened.

Draco entered the common room and he saw the three of them huddled together by the fireplace, Pansy and Bliss at Daphne's sides. Draco bowed his head as he made his way over to them.

“What was it, Draco?” Daphne asked bluntly while Pansy fed her a green grape. 

Daphne wasn't lowering her tone at all, so Draco assumed that she had either put up a privacy charm, or she did not care if this conversation was overheard. “I-It was Umbridge. S-she wanted to talk to me.”

“About?” Daphne tilted her head to the side as Bliss massaged her calves on her lap.

“She's wrestling control of the school from Dumbledore. She wants to establish some sort of group, an inquisitorial squad, she called it. They'd have independent power, they'd overrule the prefects.”

Daphne's eyes lit up as a smile formed on her face. “Excellent. And you said that you would recruit just who she needed?”

Draco nodded. 

“This is perfect for us, isn't it Daph?” Pansy said. 

“It is. An inquisitorial squad sounds like the perfect tool to get to the bottom of whatever Potter's doing. I think I would like to meet with Umbridge myself, iron out the details. You will take me to her, Draco.”

“Y-yes mistress.” He stuttered.

“We're going to have so much fun with this.” Bliss rubbed her hands together.

“Wait for me by the door.” Daphne snapped at Draco.

Draco nodded in fear and hobbled his way back towards the entryway. Daphne pulled out her wand, placing a privacy charm over the three of them.

“What is it, Daphne?” 

Daphne looked into Bliss’ blue eyes, a hint darker than her own. The girl was an exotic beauty, her gorgeous dark skin making her blue eyes pop even more, and her features a perfect blend of her Nigerian and Italian heritage. A dainty nose mixed in with full lips. Bliss was as beautiful as her, and more importantly, she knew how to be subtle in a way that Pansy never could.

“Bliss, you will not be joining the Inquisitorial Squad.”

The girl reared back as if she'd been slapped in the face. “What? Why?”

Daphne smirked. “I have another mission for you. We will need to attack this situation from all angles, and that includes from the inside out. Bliss, I want you to infiltrate Potter's little group of friends. I want you to seduce him.”

Bliss and Pansy's eyes widened, but Bliss’ lips curled upward into a smirk, “Follow in my mother's footsteps?”

“We will catch this fly with either honey or vinegar.” Daphne said. “And remember, failiure is not an option.”