Chapter 1
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Since Draco's arrival at Hogwarts, every endeavour he had planned for himself, or rather the ones laid out by his father, had been thwarted by the haughty Harry Potter and her two disrespectful companions, a Mudblood and a blood traitor. Now, she had even claimed the Lordship of House Black - a title that should have been his by birthright.
As if it weren't bad enough that the girl had the audacity to refuse his hand in friendship when he had discovered her true name, but now she had the nerve to steal something from him when she wasn't even worthy of such an honour. She had no concept of anything that pertained to the pureblood society. His mother's dowry had been cut off, and in the end, the Malfoy Lordship was the only consolation prize, albeit meager and shallow, compared to the vast vaults the Blacks had once possessed.
It wasn't the first time his father had been angry with him, but when he found out that his son had lost his inheritance from his mother, Lucius Malfoy had shown fury like no other. Too regal to assault his wife, he had turned his wrath to Draco and had cornered his pathetic excuse for an offspring, brutally beating the blonde ponce, too angry to even use magic. Either through tiredness on Lucius's part or Draco's cries of submission, the assault ended, leaving the boy curled up to hold his ribs as his father stormed away. After the beating, Draco's anger towards Potter and her friends had practically mutated like nothing else before.
When he was healed enough to leave his bed, Draco spent every day in the Malfoy library before his fifth year at Hogwarts, scanning through every tome they owned to find leverage he could use against Potter. However, all of his searching had seemed to be a waste. Something - Anything!
However, a small chink in the bitchs armour had made itself known.
Potter, despite being a novice to the magical world at eleven, had seemingly attained Merlin levels of magic, mastering every spell just as good, if not better than Granger. When the Dueling Club had decided to stay from the second year and Potter had claimed the spot as the top of the league for years now, nobody had ever been able to best her, not even Harry, who had been sent flying off the court seething in embarrassment at the power gap between them.
Despite her literal sea of magical power, Potter had zero concept or control over the Mind Arts, and from a conversation he had with his godfather, it was likely that he would be giving her lessons this school year for a crash course in Occlumency. With that knowledge, Draco combed through every book they had on anything related to the Mind Arts, including some that his grandparents had bought from auctions overseas, which were likely scarce to find. Days passed, and despite gaining dark circles under his eyes, messy, unkempt hair, and a hunched-over posture, the blonde ponce had never revelled in such glee.
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Tonight was the night. A momentary strut later, he found himself at the entrance of the Hogwarts dungeons where Dolores Umbridge stood awaiting him, her pink clothing leaving a disgruntling stark contrast to the looming shadows around them both. She looked just as eager as him, maybe even more so with their mutual desire to bring down the Girl Who Lived from her lofty pedestal.
"Are we ready, Mr. Malfoy?"
This was the most vital part of the plan. Since Dumbledore escaped from the castle, and with Umbridge's takeover of the old man's position as the new Headmistress, her first order of business was the mandatory interview of all teaching staff, even including Madam Pomfrey, to determine if they knew anything about Dumbledore's intentions of building a secret Defense Club. Either if they were involved or if they had any information regarding the old man's location.
Umbridge would soon call Snape to her office for his turn in the interview, both aware that right now he was down in the dungeons progressing through Potter's remedial potions. With this godfather postponed, he could do what he had been training for the past several months and get his revenge.
"I will only be able to keep him in my office for an hour at most, Mr. Malfoy," she said. "You must act fast!"
Malfoy waved off her warning assuredly. "That will be more than enough, Headmistress. I may require the other advantage we discussed."
Nodding enthusiastically, Umbridge whipped out her wand and tapped it on Draco's head. As the boy felt the sensation of a warm egg sliding down his back, a glance down at his body confirmed that it had seemingly vanished from sight, appearing more like a haze of heat. Umbridge turned on her heel and strode away down the corridor, then back to her office. Performing another wand movement, an ethereal Persian cat sprang from the tip, scampering when it hit the ground and through the dungeon entrance.
"Good luck, Mr. Malfoy."
Draco pushed through the entrance of the dungeon, steadily taking care to move vigilantly through it with caution as he descended the semi-spiral staircase. Following hastily after the Patronus, which hit the end of the stairs and bolted through the door ahead, as Umbridge's squeaky voice resonated on the other side, no doubt relaying the message to Snape. Draco had time to duck into the blind spot of the doors before a second later, the office door exploded open and Snape stormed out in a huff and ascended the staircase, muttering curses under his breath. Draco took the chance to sneakily creep into the office before he found what he was looking for.
Hailey Potter was sitting directly in the centre of the room, in an uncomfortable looking chair, eyes closed as she appeared to be stuck in some sort of meditative state. Draco gently edged closer to the girl until the faint traces of her perfume, a blend of strawberries and lemon, wafted through his nostrils.
He didn't bring Snape in on his plans against Potter since the Dark Lord was rather dubious about his loyalty to the cause, although he had no doubt his godfather was exploiting these lessons in some way. From eavesdropping on previous lessons, the best advice he had given was to tell her to clear her mind of all thoughts, which was the worst advice you could give a beginner in the arts. Not every Occlumens learned the same way, and by the sound of her progress, Potter was going about it in the worst way. And now that he had reached this stage, Draco was conflicted.
He could easily kill her here and now. A carving knife for potions would be more than capable of slashing across her throat, and just like that, the mudblood's hero would be cut down. Nobody would suspect him with the Headmistress appealing to his defence, and the Dark Lord wouldn't hesitate to make him a member of his inner circle. But this was such a waste. Killing the girl right now would mean that the Black Family vaults would be lost, and all their invaluable contents would be lost to the Goblins.
Giving the girl a quick look over, she had definitely matured over the years, with a significant rise in height and a much heavier change in curves even with the frumpy Hogwarts uniform on and the improved Muggle garments beneath. Malfoy could easily tell she had an attractive body underneath it all. But it wasn't the appearance that was much of a factor for him; it was what was on the inside.
While still oblivious to his presence, Potter had the capability to wipe out everything that the pure-bloods held dear; their way of life, and traditions all hanging by a precarious thread, and Potter would be the scalpel to pluck them all out...unless, of course, he went about it another way?
And then it hit him.
By taking her as his wife and deforming her into his submissive, little spouse, he might not be able to steal the magnificent magic—not yet—but it would entitle him to the Black family vaults as her husband, and from there he could put the witch under his heel much more spectacularly than simply killing her, even if he did have the audacity to pull something like that off. Oh yes, that was so much better. Assuming his stance, Draco took out his wand and held it a mere hair's breadth from Hailey's forehead before he resisted casting the same spell he had favoured in the ancient tomes, whispering the incantation as softly as he could manage.
True professionals of the Mind Arts were capable of using them without the support of a wand, however, this was a little flawed considering that much more power and focus was required, forcing him to rely on his wand. Still, even with his low level of power and a now distracted Girl Who Lived, it should give him a decent shot.
He could feel the spell working as he felt himself enter the girl's mind; her paper-thin mental barriers were practically torn apart, and a mental link was forming between the two before he felt himself tumble down into her subconscious, his own body entering its own trance-like state. This was okay. The books had warned him that this was a vital step for the process of true mind control and that to have such dominion over something like the mind—especially in the case of Hailey Potter—one needed to get their hands dirty.
Falling deeper into her subconscious, Draco finally landed on the 'ground' before his eyes scanned the entirety of Potter's inner psyche, exploring the formless expansion. This is probably what people would call a Mindscape. In short, the tome explained it as a sort of inner world of the mind, based upon the person. It was certainly...odd.
Memories played in screens played on in loops all around him in the most recent of Hailey's history from her talking to the Muggle-born Ginny to the blood traitor Weasley from studying to performing awe-inspiring acts of magic. The space itself appeared to be what Draco could only imagine was the Gryffindor Common Room, albeit ghostly, with the furniture and decor shuffling in and out of solid and gaseous form. It was clear that Potter's skill in the Mind Arts was poor if she couldn't even defend her own mind.
But this only made his job easier. Now where to start?
Draco rummaged through the contents of Potter's mind, filled with details from her memories in one corner, from her likes, dislikes, hobbies, aspirations, and fears from another. When that was done, Draco got to work on everything, creating a complete overhaul of the girl's mind while the two stayed in a comatose state in the real world.
As for her emotions, Draco changed the repulsive outlook she had on the Pure-blood society as a whole, instilling a deep sense of longing for the same status she had once scorned. With her knowing deep down that she was nothing compared to them, she would always be inferior to them, even though she stood on a larger podium to shine than the filthy rabble of the Muggle-borns she had once debased herself with.
The hatred and disgust she had specifically for Draco had been flipped to utter love and devotion to the much weaker boy. She would simply know she was an inferior being compared to him and use her practically god-tier magic to serve him as the lowly submissive woman she would be. Worship the ground he trod on. Bow to him. With how much of her repulsion had been reversed, Draco couldn't be surprised if she licked his bloody seat once he left.
Pureblood society was...well, it was misogynistic, as there was no other way to really explain it. Some women, like his mother, understood the value of old traditions and were happy enough to lounge at home as the men took care of their wants and needs, provided they spread their legs when told. Some lords liked their women on a tight leash, some preferred younger girls fresh out of Hogwarts, and for all Draco knew, a few rumours had it that Lord Slytherin liked to slum it in the Muggle World and purposely knock up a few innocent women just for the fun of it. But that was the joy of being a Pureblood, and by Merlin, Draco planned on taking advantage of his bloodline one way or the other.
Once his work was complete inside Hailey's mind, a chain reaction to his alterations was evident, but Draco had a little more time to spare and made several more tweaks regardless, just to be on the safe side. Being so unworthy of her Pureblood betters would mean she would relinquish her title of Lady Black imminently to the Goblins, forfeit all her rights to the title, treasury, lands, body, and, ironically, her mind and soul to the love of her life - Draco Malfoy. With a flourish, her new mind had been set, watching nastily as her memories started to corrode and corrupt onto one another, tumbling in on themselves like a rack of dominoes.
Satisfied with his work, Draco ascended from the depths of the girl's mind before awakening back into the real world. The Disillusionment Charm wouldn't last much longer, so he bolted out of the office, barely sidestepping a fierce-looking Snape who re-entered his office, slamming the door open and shut as Draco practically skipped away from the dungeon.
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"Draco"
Turning on the spot, Draco witnessed something that he would have never thought he would witness: Hailey Potter addressing him with a blushing face and head bowed low like a wounded puppy. In public, no less!
"Can we talk?"
Draco snorted lowly before shrugging his shoulders, jerking his head in a direction before he stalked off ahead. The girl limped along behind him, and he watched her from the corner of his eye. Sweet fucking circle, it actually worked!
Ascending the upper levels of the castle and making sure they hadn't been followed or any witnesses were around, Draco dragged Hailey by the arm and threw her through the door of an abandoned classroom, taking note of how she hadn't even resisted the force while he sealed the door shut tight, not wanting to be disturbed for what happens next.
"So what do you want, Potter?"
Hailey's face dropped to look at the floor, almost quivering. "I've realized I've made a mistake...about everything...and you," she murmured.
Draco leaned against the closed door, his arms folded over his chest, eyeing her with a smug grin. "Is that so?"
Hailey nodded, keeping her eyes glued to the ground. "Yes. I've thought it over, and... I've realized that I'm not worthy of the position of Lady Black. I need to give the title to you."
The spell had worked better than he could have ever imagined! Now let's see how far they could push this little development...
With a dramatic flair, Draco slammed his hand against one of the classroom's sturdy school desks, the sharp sound echoing through the room. Hailey was known to others as the epitome of magical power besides Dumbledore and the school's top duelling champion, but right now, all that formidable courage had died, causing her to flinch on the spot.
Her eyes snapped up, desperation pooling in their depths.
"P-please, Draco. I've seen the error of my ways. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to make amends. Anything you want," she stuttered.
Oh, what a fine melody that was to his ears. "Anything?" He repeated with a wicked glint in his eyes. "Very well, then. I want you to prove it.
"Strip for me, Potter."
Hailey's eyes bulged at that, and Draco could feel himself stiffen when he thought the mind control might have deflated, but his worries ended when the girl started to unhook her tie and unbutton her shirt, shrugging off her robes before she made a start of unzipping her skirt. The whole thing pooled on the ground. Draco's eyes gazed at the Girl Who Lived in nothing but her panties, bra, shoes, and stockings.
The girl wasn't even completely naked yet, and Draco could already feel himself throbbing. Barely halfway through her teenage years, she already had the mature curves and height of an adult witch. Long, supple-looking thighs, milky and pale, and breasts, heaving in her bra, were full and quite busty for one her age, practically trying to claw from the thin material. The addition of a flat stomach and wide hips would be perfect for childbirth. Meanwhile, Hailey gazed at the blonde boy in desperation for any sign of his approval.
"Kneel," he commanded.
Obeying without hesitation, Hailey sank to the floor on her knees before he waltzed over to her, gaining a perfect view down her cleavage. He reached out and touched her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze.
"You will address me as 'Lord Black' from now on, understand?"
Her voice was barely a whisper. "Y-yes, Lord Black."
Draco chuckled. "That's a good little bitch."
Hailey was overwhelmed with jubilation at the praise, secretly thrilled that the boy seemed pleased with her appearance. The sensation of his hand on her face felt strange, as if she knew it was wrong, yet she couldn't help but revel in the delightful waves of pleasure it brought. The Girl Who Lived could never articulate why she harboured such disdain for the purebloods, who were evidently the most formidable faction of the wizarding world; she would eventually dismiss it as jealousy she had not yet acknowledged. Hailey was brought out of her musings when Draco's hand left her face before a harsh strike across her cheek brought her back to reality.
"Don't just sit there, you stupid bint. Take out my cock," Draco demanded.
With trembling hands and now a rather sore cheek, Hailey reached up and began to quickly unbuckle Draco's pants. She started with the belt and fumbled with the zipper before they pooled around his skinny legs, and with the fall of his underwear, his cock met the air. Malfoy's cock was about as much as one could really expect; it was pathetically small and rather below average, but Hailey seemed unbothered. Her green eyes were lidded with lust.
While Draco would never admit that his cock wasn't exactly what he could be proud of, he still felt the experience would be subpar. For a moment like this, he wanted to relish every second of torturing Potter over it, especially the thought of ravaging her insides with something she couldn't handle. It would be hard to do such a thing with a mere worm.
Draco Malfoy looked at her with a mix of anticipation and vulnerability, his voice trembling slightly.
"Do you know any spells that can... enhance the size of a man's cock?" He asked bluntly, his confidence wavering in a rare moment of insecurity.
It wasn't as if Hailey was going to gossip about his private concerns. After all, she had been thoroughly trained to be his devoted servant, submissive and obedient to his every whim. The inquiry caught her off guard, and she paused before making her way over to her school bag, which had been discarded in a pile. She moved with a graceful urgency, her toned legs and shapely buttocks capturing Malfoy's gaze as he took in the sight.
Withdrawing a small, leather-bound volume from the bag, she held it up to him with excitement. The book looked like it had been through the mill, its spine fractured and pages stained with age. The title, almost illegible, read: "The Tome of Unorthodox Enchantments."
"Where did you get this?" Draco demanded as he flipped through the pages carefully.
"It was in the Potter family vaults," Hailey murmured, her eyes cast downward. "It's a collection of spells and enchantments created by my ancestors."
"Augmentus Virilia."
The once powerful Hailey almost appeared before Draco from the confidence she exuded speaking the archaic incantation. Her voice was clear and strong, yet the soft, dopey face remained. A warm tingling sensation began to spread in his groin before his cock started to grow before his very eyes, stretching and thickening into an impressive size that any man would be proud to possess. Hailey's own gaze remained fixed on the member as the spell concluded, leaving Draco with a staggering twelve-inch erection.
It's not as though the spell would be permanent, but that hardly mattered when he had a dazed yet powerful servant at his beck and call, ready to do anything to please him. Numerous individuals had attempted to use the Engorgement Charm to enhance their manhood, only to end up in the wards of Saint Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, unable to control the excessive growth. However, for Draco, the charm served a greater purpose by remaining in his possession.
Back to business.
"Good girl," Draco murmured, his voice thick with desire. "Now, suck it."
Without hesitation, Hailey did just that leaning in and taking his new length straight into her mouth, her pillowy lips latched around the head, her tongue lapping at the tip. Draco had nearly fallen down had he not summoned a chair to catch his fall.
Gaaaccckkk. Gacccckkk. Gaccckkkk
Draco's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements, growing more confident with his newfound size. He watched as Hailey took the cock deeper into her mouth, looking up at him for approval despite her eyes watering and cheeks hollowing from the effort. The feeling was like nothing he had felt before, with the enchantment on his cock doubling the sensitivity as he sunk into the chair, his toes curling from the luxurious blowjob.
He pulled her off for a moment to catch his breath and allow her to get her breathing under control, as her face had started to turn blue. Licking his lips, Draco decided to try something that some of the boys in his year had snickered about.
"Take off your bra."
Haley complied immediately, unstrapping her bra from behind her back as her breasts spilt free, absent of any blemishes. The nipples were coral pink and as hard as pebbles. Draco lunged forward and took one of the nipples into his mouth, suckling vigorously and biting down sharply, not bothering with her whimpers as only his own pleasure mattered. Potter didn't back away; on the contrary, she presented her other breast for him to feast on while she tentatively stroked his cock up and down. Satisfied with the groping, he gestured for her to kneel as he angled his cock, nestling it between her breasts. She took the hint and began to pump his cock in the soft valley of her cleavage while alternating between her tits and her mouth. If his cock already felt like a furnace between her breasts and her mouth, just how amazing would her pussy feel?
"Please master," Haley breathed shallowly. "Cum for me."
And eventually, Draco did, but couldn't resist the urge to force Haley's mouth back onto his cock and ram himself in as far as he could, not caring if she choked. He felt rupturing torrents of sticky cum flood down her throat while the raven-haired beauty slurped it up, a little trickling down her throat before she scooped up a dollop with her finger and licked it clean. Even after climaxing, Draco felt like he could go on; he wasn't done yet with putting this little girl in her place and wouldn't leave until he was drained empty several times over.
"Take your panties off"
He could have made her get completely naked, but the sight of her in those stockings was oddly appealing to him. Hailey instantly started to shrug off her panties as they slid down her legs before she flicked them to the side and squatted down until she was spread out on the cold stone floor. She spread her legs wider, presenting the sight of her sex to him sexily. Her pussy looked just as outstanding as all the boys in his year had imagined, with her folds bathed in love juices and not a trace of pubic hair.
Knowing they might be discovered by a curious teacher or student at any moment, which only added more thrill to the scene, Draco didn't hesitate to take his cock and start aligning the head of her entrance. He was more than prepared to claim her virginity right here and now, and possibly even leave her pregnant with his child. Gripping her legs as makeshift reins, he pushed forward, and the mushroom tip of his cock entered her, causing a spiteful thrust to breach her hymen before he felt the entire length somehow fit inside.
"Arrrrggghhhh!"
Draco's eyes rolled back in his head as not only had he lost his own virginity, but he had also stolen hers. Her insides were as tight as a bowstring, and the heat was practically volcanic. He began to frantically thrust into her, while she emitted mewls of pleasure beneath him. Her back arched, and her mouth opened lewdly as Draco pulled out from her, his cock already slick with her juices and a small spatter of blood.
"On your hands and knees," he instructed.
Hailey rolled onto her stomach, propping herself up on her crossed arms, until her ass was in the air. Draco reinserted himself into her, his hand pressing against the back of her head until her face was squashed into the dirty ground for leverage. For anyone else, this would have been degrading, but the once-regal Lady Black made no struggle; instead, she met his thrusts with her own, craving the dominating act.
Even with a physique as slight as a toothpick against Hailey's Amazonian frame, Draco continued to pound into her like a jackrabbit, showing no signs of tiring. The enchantment that bolstered his performance did nothing to increase his natural stamina; however, fuelled by anger and resentment, he persisted. After a few more powerful thrusts of his hips, Draco let out a roar, not caring if the sound echoed outside the room. He could feel his climax building, and soon he was painting the inside of her womb with his seed, leaving every inch coated in his essence.
Finally spent, Draco pulled out and collapsed onto his bony bottom, panting heavily as he surveyed the scene. Hailey remained on the ground, unmoving, with a blissful, euphoric expression on her face. Her eyes were rolled back in her head, and her tongue lolled out stupidly. Her body shimmered with sweat, and her pussy gaped open, revealing the trail of Malfoy semen that had dribbled out and begun to stain the floorboards.
Draco had made a deliberate choice to forgo any protection against pregnancy, and he had no intention of allowing Hailey to use any. He knew that the Malfoy genes weren't particularly robust in the area of virility, so it was probable that they would need to repeat this act several times before a fertile egg was found. This realization only brought him more opportunities to debase her further.
Reaching for the nearest piece of clothing—her panties—Draco wiped the semen from his cock before tossing them aside. They landed on Hailey's gasping face, and she made no move to remove them. He took this as a sign of her defeat and his victory, the ultimate symbol of her submission to his will.
"How does it feel to be claimed, Potter?" Draco spat out, hauling himself to stand. "Because guess what, slut. Now I've got you under my fucking heel, I'll have the entire nation know that the great Lady Potter is nothing but a cheap whore who spreads her legs for anybody," he threatened.
And he would make her do it too. Dumbledore or his godfather would be the only problem, but if he could bring this little proposal to the Dark Lord, then Snape wouldn't be able to touch him, even if he found out what he had done. And even if he did try something, Draco was hardly worried now that he had a powerhouse like Potter under his thumb to fight on his behalf. While she would be desperate to do anything to please him, maybe she could get him some more sluts for their collection. Granger had been developing some curves, not to mention knocking up Ginny Weasley would be great revenge against the Weasel and his entire blood traitor family as well. Plus, Daphne's older sister, Astoria, had always been an erotic sight to him.
Draco finished getting dressed, pulling up his tailored trousers and fixing up his tie, making sure that the tome from the Potter vaults was securely tucked under his arm. He already had plans to gloss over the contents the same night before he gave Hailey the order to get herself cleaned up. However, he did steal her underwear. Crabbe and Goyle were dumb brutes, but they had been reliable over the years, so they probably deserved a good reward. Maybe Hailey would be interested in being a cock slut for the two to penetrate and play with for the day?
As Draco checked that outside the classroom, nobody was around, he strode away in sickening delight at how sunny the future seemed.
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